Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 12 Yuan Bazi
The subtitles of this chapter are: "Same Culture, Same Race", "Knowing Everything"”.
"Japanese? An, I'll be right there!"
Our Master Yuan put on his coat and came to the door. When he saw the two Japanese, he immediately greeted them with a smile on his face: "Oh, Mr. Nomura, long time no see. When did you come back from Washington?"
Nomura Yoshisaburo bowed according to the Japanese etiquette, then smiled and shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Yuan, it's been a while since we last met. In fact, I just returned to New York yesterday."
You, the first-class military attaché in the United States and a naval colonel, just returned to New York and came to see me. There must be good news.
Yuan Yan suddenly made a joke: "Aha, Mr. Nomura, you came to see me right after you got back, do you want to play mahjong?"
The Japanese diplomat said cheerfully: "Haha, Mr. Yuan, it would be better if you didn't say it. Now that you said it, my hands are itching."
"Okay, okay, let's play four rounds later."
Master Yuan greeted Ba Maoqian again: "Hello, Mr. Yamamoto. By the way, how is your business going?"
Yamamoto Isoroku stood at attention and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Yuan. My work is in progress."
"Oh, is that so..."
Yuan Yanshu originally wanted to meet Rockefeller Jr. through the introduction of Mr. George Baker, but Rockefeller Jr. was on vacation at his father Rockefeller Sr.'s villa in Ormond Beach on the Caribbean Sea, so he never met the current head of the conglomerate.
However, he still helped Yamamoto Isoroku get in touch with California Mobil. Although they were Japanese, there was no need to control them for such a small matter. Besides, the development rights of the North Sakhalin oil field had nothing to do with him.
"You two, please come in."
Master Yuan ushered the two Japanese naval officers into the living room, and after they sat down, the three of them exchanged pleasantries. These three were all mysterious Orientals, and they all knew a little bit of "belly art", so they chatted for a long time in a vague way.
I only heard Nomura Kichisaburo say in an admiring tone: "I heard in Washington this time that President Wilson's condition worsened after reading your article, Mr. Yuan. Mr. Yuan is really as talented as Chen Kongzhang."
The Chen Kongzhang he mentioned is Chen Lin, one of the Seven Sages of the Jian'an Period, and is listed among the Seven Sages of the Jian'an Period.
Chen Lin once drafted a letter of appeal to Cao Cao on behalf of Yuan Shao. When the letter was delivered to Xudu, Cao Cao was suffering from a headache and was resting in bed. His attendants passed the letter to Cao Cao, who read it and felt his hair stand on end. He broke out in a cold sweat and his headache was cured.
In ancient times, Chen Kongzhang cured Cao Mengde's headache, and now Yuan Hongjian caused Wilson to have a stroke. If our Master Yuan traveled back to the Three Kingdoms, Wei and Jin, he might have become one of the Eight Masters of Jian'an.
Yuan Bazi smiled faintly and said, "How can I compare with Chen Kongzhang? Speaking of manifestos, your country's "Manifesto to Punish the Qing Dynasty" during the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 was also very well written..."
He recited, shaking his head, "Your nation and my Japanese nation share the same race, culture, and ethics. We share a common destiny, not a hatred... Didn't the ancients say: If you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences. Get up quickly. Don't let the Ming ancestors laugh at you!"
"When my father read this article, he couldn't help but clapped his hands in admiration and said to me that if the imperial army landed on the coast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he would mobilize the whole family to prepare food and drink to welcome the imperial army and join your country in overthrowing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty to defeat the Manchu invaders..."
Well, Mr. Yuan was unlucky that time and failed to become the guide and maintain the chairman.
Yamamoto Isoroku suppressed his laughter and interrupted, "Mr. Yuan, that was 1895. Can you remember it?"
"Mr. Yamamoto, this..." Our Master Yuan said without any shame: "I am quite precocious. Even though I am still in my infancy, I still remember it very clearly."
Nomura Kichisaburo was more eloquent than "Eighty Cents". He nodded happily and said, "Yoshi! A tiger father cannot have a dog son. It turns out that your father is also a great hero of our yellow race."
Yuan Yan suddenly smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Okay, let's not talk about my father. We Chinese call him a night owl... Well, the distinguished guest must have important business. Gentlemen, just like what your country said in its manifesto against the Qing Dynasty, we yellow people are one body, and we should advance and retreat together. Brothers, I will definitely help you if I can, so just tell me what you have to say. If you have nothing else..."
He crossed his legs and said, "Then let's play four rounds now."
The two Japanese golds looked at each other, and Nomura Yoshisaburo sighed and said, "Mr. Yuan is not only outstanding in literary talent, but also has a unique vision. You really predicted that the United States wants to break up the Anglo-Japanese Alliance!"
He paused and continued, "To be honest with you, Mr. Yuan, I learned from my Republican friends during my visit to Washington that President Harding is planning to hold an international conference to discuss naval armaments of various countries and Far East and Pacific affairs. Moreover, I also heard that..."
"The next Secretary of State, Mr. Charles Evans Hughes, wants to invite Mr. Yuan to be his personal advisor. Is this true?"
These Japanese are really good at gathering intelligence, they even found out about this kind of thing. It seems that they came to me this time to test my opinion.
"That's right." Yuan Yan nodded suddenly, facing the two neon-golden glares, and said frankly: "Mr. Nomura is well-informed, this is indeed true."
Yamamoto Isoroku naturally asked, "Excuse me, what does Mr. Yuan think of the situation in the Far East?"
Of course, at this time they all thought that our Master Yuan would at most give Mr. Hughes some advice on the situation in the Far East, that is, China, so they asked him about his views on the Far East rather than the Pacific.
Yuan Yan suddenly thought, the Far East... is actually China, so what's the situation?
We in Serbia can be summed up in eight words: we are the fish and others are the butchers; and you little Japanese can be summed up in eight words: wolfish ambitions but incapable of doing so; and America can be summed up in eight words as well...you are crazy about wanting to make money.
"Haha..." He chuckled a few times, spread his hands and said, "The Far East is all a mess caused by your country. Why do you ask me, a Chinese, why?"
The two Japanese golds looked at each other again, and Nomura Yoshisaburo asked hesitantly: "Mr. Yuan, are you talking about the Shandong issue?"
"Ah..." Master Yuan sighed and nodded, "Your country really did a bad job in Qingdao..."
You little Japanese have spent so much effort, thousands of people have died, but next year you will still have to give up Qingdao under the oppression of the great powers? Moreover, it has triggered an anti-Japanese trend in Serbia, and even the so-called "pro-Japanese faction" in the Beiyang government has stepped down. How unwise.
He said leisurely: "But I don't understand military affairs. From the perspective of an economics student like me, this is not the key point."
"So what's the key?"
"The key is ...Xiyuan borrowed money."
