Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 269 Giving Gifts
Subtitle of this chapter: There are celebrities chatting and laughing, and there are no ordinary people in the photos.
"Before I joined the revolution, I thought my elder brother Yuan Yanshu was a talented man who was not bound by worldly principles. After I arrived in the liberated areas, I felt disgusted by any criticism of him. 'Sensitive words here' once said to me: 'Yuan Hongjian is basically denying imperialism.' I was a little skeptical at the time. After studying the history of social development, my thoughts changed a little. With the help of my comrades, I realized that I was still standing on the reactionary bourgeois position on this issue. Combining the study of the history of social development, the state and revolution, and the brief history of the Chinese revolution , as well as the works of comrade 'Sensitive words here', and the result of my own ideological struggle, I finally realized it..."
"My brother and I were born into a declining bureaucratic gentry family. My father personally educated him. Later, he entered Shanghai Hujiang University. In 1917, he went to the United States. The material and spiritual civilization of the United States quickly conquered a young man from a semi-feudal and semi-colonial society. His long-term educational environment gradually shifted his position to the bourgeoisie. The articles he wrote abroad, such as "Socialism", were famous internationally at the time. His novels, such as "Wives and Concubines", were in line with the people's demands at the time. He played a certain progressive role in opposing dead literature, old ethics and innovating ideas..."
"But at this time he had already gone astray, not only throwing himself into the arms of bourgeois political economics, but also becoming a trumpeter of American imperialism internationally. In literature, he also proposed "Ibsenism" or "tasteism", saying that Ibsenism is the purpose and means of literary works. At this time, Hu Shizhi also promoted Ibsenism in China. The two of them, one in China and the other abroad, sang the same tune and misled many young intellectuals at the time, including myself...."
"During World War II, the Chiang Kai-shek government, which almost lost Chongqing, was under a comprehensive threat from the Japanese army and had to seek help from the United States. He accepted a special appointment from the US government and returned to China to serve the bourgeoisie and became a senior adviser to the US advisory group. In fact, he was the governor of the Chinese colony who upheld the will of the Americans..."
"At that time, even the high-ranking officials of the Chiang Kai-shek government could not stand his dictatorial attitude , which could even be said to be overbearing. Once, he happened to see Miss Kong's chartered plane landing at the airport and discovered that she was smuggling important supplies. So he ordered the American soldiers to confiscate all the goods on the plane, kill all the pet dogs on the plane and give them to the Chinese garrison soldiers at the airport as a snack, and also arrested Miss Kong herself and put her in the Sino-US Cooperation Office..."
"It was not until 'Sensitive Words Here' came out in person that they released the person. However, some unspeakable things happened to Miss Kong Er in the Sino-US Cooperation Office. Soong Tzu-wen and Kong Xiangxi therefore jointly attacked my brother at a government meeting and demanded an explanation. However, he roared in public, saying 'Your aunts from the Song family can sleep with Americans, so why can't your nieces from the Kong family?' It is said that 'Sensitive Words Here' vomited blood in public after hearing this..."
"But his move was not to curb the smuggling activities of the Chiang Kai-shek government, because he himself was the biggest smuggler at the time. In order to gain personal wealth, he not only sold the US military aid materials to us, but also sold them to the Japanese Marines in Southeast Asia. At that time, the brother in my heart who had secretly supported me in embarking on the road of revolution had died..."
——Excerpt from Yuan Yanmu’s “Criticism of My Brother Yuan Yanshu”》
Mr. Dreiser nodded and praised: "Inspiration is the purpose and means of every novel... Mr. Yuan, I have to say that this is a very inspirational view."
Ms. Cather added, "Mr. Yuan, is this what you pursue in your writing? Well, apart from the literary quality of your novels, they are indeed very interesting."
“Hahaha…” Mr. Fitzgerald also laughed and said, “Now that Ms. Cather has said that, I really understand. No wonder I also like Mr. Yuan’s novels so much.”
Only Mr. TS Eliot asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Yuan, how do you think we can make the work sound good?"
"Is this question..."
Yuan Yan suddenly looked up at the clock and frowned slightly. He had a second wave of customers today. If he wanted to show off, he would have to give a long speech, which would make time a little tight.
So he laughed and said, "Mr. Eliot has stumped me. If I could understand this problem thoroughly, I would not study political economy, but become a professor of literature."
"By the way, everyone." He changed the subject and said, "You are all going home for Christmas, right?"
Except for himself and Mr. Fitzgerald, no one else present was from New York: Mr. Dresser was from Wisconsin, Ms. Cather was from Nebraska, Mr. Aysman was from Rhode Island, and Mr. TS Eliot was from Missouri. They would naturally go back to their own homes.
"I have prepared a Christmas present for everyone. Ann, come with me to get the present."
As he said that, he walked into the storage room with his secretary and took out the gifts he had prepared long ago... mahjong tiles and wujia peels.
Seeing Master Yuan being so polite, everyone stood up politely. Mr. Dresser was the first to say, "Mr. Yuan, this is embarrassing. We don't have any gifts prepared."
"You're welcome, everyone. I have prepared your gifts for you!" Yuan Yan said as she suddenly walked into the study and happily took out a few books.
When everyone looked closely, they found that they were all their own works.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please sign your book and it will be my Christmas gift to you!"
"This..." Everyone looked at each other in embarrassment. Finally, Mr. Dresser nodded and said, "In that case, we will listen to you."
These famous or future famous writers picked up their own works and wrote their own blessings and signatures.
"Mr. Yuan, please accept this..."
"Wait a minute." Yuan Yan suddenly turned to and asked, "An, can I use the camera?"
Xiao Long Nu held a heavy camera in one hand and a bulky flash in the other, and said with difficulty: "Don't worry, Emma has taught me."
“VERY GOOD.”
Master Yuan nodded without caring about the beauty. These signed books and photos will be historical relics in the future. He is going to be a master, so how can he lack these historical materials?
When I write my memoirs in the future, these will all be evidence; when others make documentaries about me in the future, these will all be material.
"Let's do it one by one, and then take a group photo at the end." He directed: "Mr. Dresser, read with me..."
"CHEESE!"
