Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 291 Christmas Eve (10)
Subtitle of this chapter: I should be a gust of wind, a typhoon!
Our Master Yuan was reciting a poem while thinking about a philosophical question: Is it worth giving up the entire forest for a beautiful tree?
I can't even control my own mouth, how can I control that thing of mine?
Too much love will tire a beauty, and if the whip is too big, will there be a lack of women? This is true.
I would rather find an old-fashioned woman like Zhang Youyi who can tolerate my philandering than a loyal revolutionary + literary young woman. Instead of quarreling over such trivial matters in the future, it is better to make a decisive decision.
Just as he made the decision, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes were flying rapidly around the two of them, looking like something out of a TV drama.
When Yuan Yan came to her senses, she found that the sudden strange wind had messed up Wei Mingzhu's hair. He raised his hand and tidied her hair naturally. In this freezing winter night, he showed her a warm smile and said, "If you are a dream, I should be a gust of wind.. "
"Pika Pika."
He sighed and said gently, "It's quite cold outside. If you have figured it out, Miss Wei, please go in quickly and don't get frozen by the wind."
After saying this, he turned around and walked away. This time, he did not take one, two, three, four, five steps. Instead, he walked briskly past the two maids as if he had unloaded some kind of heavy burden, opened the side door and walked in...
Our Miss Wei Mingzhu looked at his back with a sense of loss he disappeared from her sight. She sighed softly and murmured to herself, "If I am a dream, you should be a gust of wind..."
"Old Yuan, you're here. If you don't come, the auction will be over. I'll go tell my uncle now."
Yuan Yanshu took advantage of the fact that the auction attracted most of the attention and quietly reunited with his friends. Luo Puxiang was relieved to see him. After saying hello, he went straight to the auction stage and told Luo Jiaxiang on the stage the news.
"Bang!"
"My fellow countrymen, ladies and gentlemen. This charity auction has been successfully concluded, raising a total of more than 40,000 US dollars. On behalf of the disaster-stricken people in the five provinces of North China and Haiyuan, Gansu, on behalf of the Republic of China government, and on behalf of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for your generous assistance! This donation will be directly transferred to the account of the Chinese Red Cross..."
Well, there is no Meimeiguo in this era, so the Red Cross still has a good reputation. By the way, before the Xinhai Revolution, it was called the Qing Red Cross, and it was recognized by the International Red Cross in 1917. So it is still a reliable charity organization.
The overseas Chinese and students present were not ignorant of the domestic situation. If the money was transferred to the Beiyang government, how much of it would be spent on the real victims? Otherwise, the overseas Chinese would not have set up their own relief organizations.
“Pah pah pah…”
Luo Jiaxiang raised his hand and pressed it down, saying: "Everyone please be quiet..."
"According to estimates by our Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there are currently more than 1,500 Chinese students studying in the United States, at least half of whom are in New York State. They traveled across the ocean to the United States, thousands of miles away from home, not only to learn advanced knowledge here so that they can serve their motherland in the future, but also to shoulder the important task of promoting exchanges between the people of the Republic of China and the United States of America, so that people all over the world know that we Chinese are also members of a civilized race!"
"Among them is an outstanding international student representative, Yuan Junyanshu. Have you all heard about his deeds recently? He is currently studying at NYU..."
He was right. Our Master Yuan's reputation is indeed very loud these days. His name and even his photo have appeared on the front pages of the four major newspapers in New York...well, his hands can also be considered a photo.
If everyone present didn't know this, then they couldn't say that they were living in a place that was only a breath away from becoming the heart of the capitalist world.
Therefore, Luo Jiaxiang only mentioned a few words before getting to the point : "The former German Emperor Wilhelm was touched by Yuan Jun's noble words and sent an aide to the United States to present Yuan Jun with a precious sword as a token of his gratitude. Although China and Germany were enemies in the previous war, they can forget their grudges with a smile. This is a good opportunity to declare the Republic of China's willingness to maintain harmony and prosperity with all nations and to safeguard world peace."
He raised his voice and said, "Next, please welcome His Excellency Heinz von Stauffenberg, the representative of the German Emperor, and Mr. Yuan Yanshu."
“Pah pah pah…”
Our Master Yuan raised his charm a little, adjusted his evening gown, smiled and nodded to the people around him, and walked towards the stage...
"Wow, this is such a handsome guy!"
"Ah, he's so handsome... Look! He's smiling at me!"
"Aunt, when did you come back? Oh, this person is Yuan Yanshu!"
Wei Mingzhu looked at the handsome guy Huang Huilan pointed at with a stern face, nodded and said, "I've seen him before."
Huang Huilan was startled , staring at her intently, and asked in rapid succession: "Have you seen him? Have you talked to each other? What did he say to you? What did you say to him? What did you say to each other..."
Miss Wei kept silent upon hearing this, with a wooden face, as if she hadn't heard it.
Seeing this, her niece could only sigh and say, "Forget it, if you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask."
At this time, our Master Yuan had already walked onto the not-so-big stage. He first waved to the audience, and then, under the guidance of Luo Jiaxiang, a brief yet solemn sword-giving ceremony was completed.
"Hongjian, please say a few words to everyone."
In fact, he came here to give a speech, otherwise what else would be the point of this big talk?
Yuan Yanshu was not polite either. She shook hands with Luo Shishu and stood behind the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, fellow countrymen. Thank you very much for coming to this small ceremony. Although His Majesty William did not reward me with a yellow jacket, he has made me a third-class shrimp..."
“…”
“Haha… pa pa…”
He forgot that most of the people present were from Guangdong, and they couldn't understand this completely Beijing-style joke. Only Luo Jiaxiang and his nephew joined in the fun.
However, Master Yuan did not care. He put the sword at his feet and said in a nonchalant tone, "Everyone, Commander Luo just introduced me. I have been in the United States for more than three years. I often go to Chinatown. So I have something to say."
"What is this sentence?"
Yuan Yanshu spent two full minutes looking around this time. After everyone got impatient, he exhaled and said loudly, "We are all..."
"Rubbish!"
