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 19: Going to Paris
Subtitle of this chapter: Indirect support for the Communist Party
"What Professor Gill? What Davari Shegir? Brother, I have never heard of them."
Our Master Yuan thought to himself, this guy’s acting skills are really good. If it weren’t for the report from Pinkerton agent Mr. Victor Eden, I wouldn’t be sure whether you two know each other.
"Hehehe..." Yuan Yan suddenly chuckled and said, "Since you said so, Xiaozhuang, I was rude. Come, I'll toast you a glass as an apology."
"Dry!"
Well, since this guy won't tell the truth, I can't keep him around. I might as well let him go to where he should go.
Master Yuan put down his wine glass and said, "Xiao Zhuang, you are also a college student. It is not a big deal for you to always be my driver and assistant."
Zhuang Kunlun said with a bitter face: "Second brother, you also know that I studied chemical engineering. Will the chemical plants in the United States want me? In China... you also know the situation in China. Although I am not a hero, I really have no place to use my talents."
He said distressedly: "Second brother, you are trying to drive me away by saying this, right? If it is really inconvenient for you, then I will..."
"Drive you away? No, no, no..." Young Master Yuan shook his head and said, "Xiao Zhuang, you are humiliating me. I can always afford to support a few people here, so it doesn't matter how long you want to stay. It's just..."
Yuan Yan took a sip of wine and said, "I just feel sorry for you. Xiaozhuang, as you said, I don't have any way to do chemical industry. But you also know that I recently set up a shipping company and I am short of manpower. Haven't you been a ship driver before? Are you interested in helping me?"
Zhuang Kunlun picked up the wine glass and took a sip, taking this opportunity to start thinking.
It can be said that the young master Yuan treated his servants well. A driver like him earned 25 US dollars a week, which was definitely a high salary in those days. What was even more rare was that this master was very polite to others... well, it should be said that he respected them from the bottom of his heart.
After all, our Master Yuan is a successor to communism . He cannot learn to treat others as human beings.
However, he was unwilling to be a revolutionary like him, driving and carrying bags for Yuan Yanshu all day long. If it weren't for the order from his superiors, he would rather go back to sailing.
He had no choice but to shirk his responsibilities, saying, "Second brother, I just want to live a peaceful life for a few days. I appreciate your kindness."
Hmm, it seems this guy is not going to accept my toast and will have to drink the forfeit wine.
"Hahaha..." Yuan Yan laughed out loud, then sighed and said, "Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang, brother, what can I say to you?"
He suddenly said solemnly: "Comrade Zhuang Kunlun..."
"Brother, I am not..."
Master Yuan waved his hand and said, "Okay, Comrade Zhuang, stop pretending. Let's be frank. You stayed with me only for the sake of the SCP Foundation. Even I don't know the full picture of this organization, so what kind of information can you get from me?"
"Okay, let's not talk about the SCP Foundation. I want to ask you, you want a revolution, right? Are you willing to help the Russians start a world revolution, or are you willing to help us Chinese start a domestic revolution?"
Zhuang Kunlun, with a gloomy face, asked: "Second...Mr. Yuan, what difference does it make? The Chinese revolution must also be an integral part of the world revolution."
“Haha, of course there is a difference… but if I tell you now, you won’t believe it!”
Yuan Yanshu thought to himself that the Soviet Union could not make a world revolution unless Trotsky came to power. However, one of the main reasons why Trotsky could not come to power was that most people in the Soviet Communist Party did not support the world revolution.
What Hayek said in "The Road to Serfdom" does make some sense. The planned economic system must be formulated and implemented by a small group of people, which is bound to produce a bureaucratic group, a bureaucratic group with its own will.
In fact, this was not his foresight. A genius like Comrade Lenin should have noticed that something was wrong within the Party by now. It was just that it was easy to spot the problem, but it was difficult to solve it.
In fact, before his death, he wanted to launch an attack on the bureaucratic group he created, but at that time he was no longer able to do so. So he later commissioned Trotsky to launch a political movement to break the bureaucracy. However, Trotsky disagreed with this and did not accept his commission twice.
Oh, so according to this, I should now suggest that the party’s supreme leader Comrade Lenin launch a "purification" movement within the party before his death, and that it be presided over by Comrade Trotsky, the supreme leader of the Military Commission... Wait, isn’t this the same thing?
"Pika Pika."
Our Master Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He now deeply realized that if he didn't have this broken system, the direction of this plane would really become No. 444.
"Okay, Comrade Zhuang, I won't waste any more words."
Yuan Yan, who had lost his patience, stopped beating around the bush. He took out his check folder, quickly wrote a check and handed it over.
"I now entrust you to go to Paris to set up a liaison office for Tianren Shipping. You rent an office, hire one or two clerks, and then place an advertisement to recruit sailors, of course Chinese sailors."
"No matter how you explain it to Professor Gill, you must go. Otherwise, you can take this check and leave. Consider this money as my aid to your revolutionary cause."
Zhuang Kunlun took the check with a very grim expression and was immediately shocked to see that the amount on the check was exactly five thousand US dollars!
He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Mr. Yuan, even if we build a liaison office, it shouldn't cost so much money, right?"
"That's right. It really doesn't cost that much money to build a liaison office..." Master Yuan showed a strange smile on his face. "I allow you to use the money for other things."
"Where?" Zhuang Kunlun couldn't help but ask.
"That is... "
"Pika Pika."
Yuan Yan swallowed her saliva and said, "You will find out the use of this money after you go there..."
This not-so-pleasant dinner was over. Our Master Yuan didn't trust Zhuang Kunlun very much, but he didn't have the right person to do this. And he believed that if Zhuang Kunlun went to Paris, he would definitely spend the money where it should be spent.
It’s such a pity that I can’t go to Paris now, and I can’t be the “big brother” of those people in Paris, so I have to let Zhuang Kunlun take over.
There is no other way. In order to avoid producing an S value that is too high, Master Yuan had to resort to this method of "indirectly supporting the Communist Party... well, the Young Communist Party."
Feeling extremely suffocated, he looked out at the Hudson River and thought to himself, yes, today is February 28, 1921, and those people in Paris should have ended their protest by now.
