Subtitle of this chapter: Mochou's future is low

Yuan Yan looked at the latest ancient Chinese fantasy novel in the database and felt that his personality had reached a new level.

In fact, his stature has really improved, not because of this book, but because of his original article "Several Questions About William II"...

"boy, give me a copy of The New York Times, well... and another copy of The Monde."

The Oriental man who bought the newspaper never took these two newspapers from his hand, grabbed them under his armpit, and walked on the tree-shaded road on the Harvard campus with the unique steps of a soldier (the word tree-shaded is actually a sensitive word).

It was already the lights on, and the electric light invented by Edison was naturally lit up in this top American school. This Asian, who was pretty and calm in temperament, was just too short, looked up at the bright street lights, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

A cold wind blew, and he shivered and unconsciously accelerated his pace to a small restaurant.

After entering the store, the man sat down and ordered a light meal.

"Sir, your coffee."

"Thanks."

As soon as the man saw the waitress turned around to greet other guests, he immediately used his left hand that lacked his index finger and middle finger to quickly pick up the sugar bowl on the table, and poured the sugar inside into his coffee cup like magic.

These two fingers were lost in the Japanese-Russia-Taiwanese Battle, and he also got the nickname "80 cents". This is because the geisha trimmed the nails of the guests at that time, and he only had to pay 80 cents.

As for why he loves candy so much, it is not because he likes sweets like Yuan Yanshu, a Wuxi person, but because he wants to "consuming" the national strength of America... It's such a "cute" neon gold.

He looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention to him. He stuck out his tongue and made a face, then frowned and took a sip of the sweet coffee, opened the newspaper and read it...

"Nani?! Tentacles are full of evil kingdoms around the world?"

"The author of Saoga is indeed the Chinese man involved in the Wall Street bombing..."

"Yoxi. People with this kind of insight and courage can be called Chinese!" (Note 1)

The Japanese devils in Massachusetts saw this article written by the Chinese, so the German devils living in Pennsylvania naturally saw a good article written by their students.

"Crazy..."

The wind became stronger, not only blew the newspaper in his hand, but also made the newspaper readers feel a deep chill. He raised the collar on his windbreaker and folded the newspaper into his pocket.

Professor Chandler stood alone under a street light at the back door of the court. Although his waist and back were still straight, with the light that was not too bright, he could still see the wrinkles on his face becoming deeper and more slight reflections appeared in his sideburns.

Compared to the Teutonic Knight Professor who discussed his doctoral thesis with Yuan Yanshu last month, he is really much older and haggard.

Professor Julian Chandler pressed his hat and thought to himself, "Neo Yuan, how did I see that he is really, just, just... such a Chinese person."

Apart from his skin color, he was not at all different from a real gentleman. I really couldn't believe that he had any involvement with the Wall Street bombing. Of course, what was even more unbelievable was that he actually defended William II.

His only son was judged just after publishing articles against fighting against Germany. He is really seeking death if he does this now...

Wait, this Chinese is really not a fool who treats his life as a joke. Can the idiot even donate to New York University without blinking after winning $500,000?

Professor Chandler, who has rich experience in life, naturally could see that Yuan Yanshu's heroic move was definitely a "wonderful chess", and the wonderful chess that he had to do. The wonderful chess is that it not only made those guys who bet on him suffer, but also made them not even complain, and even to thank the Chinese.

As for the 500,000 US dollars, his Chinese student should also understand that this is a very hot and huge sum. If he really pays attention to it carefully, he probably is not lying in the ward but in the morgue now.

Will a smart person who is familiar with political economy, understands the times and has a clear understanding of people's hearts really seek death?

If my students see something that I, the teacher, didn't see, then it means...

It means that there is a turning point in his son’s case!

"Clang!"

A muffled sound came from the back door of the court.

From the slowly opened door, a team of bailiffs led several prisoners out of the inside. The police officer who led the team saw Professor Chandler standing there at a glance. Both of them nodded slightly, saying hello.

The police officer turned his head and directed loudly: "Take these prisoners away first, and this prisoner will take a car."

"This prisoner" looks five or sixty-sixth-similar to Professor Chandler. This typical young Aryan man could be said to be quite handsome. Unfortunately, his eyes are big and small, crooked nose, and a large piece of hideous scar on his cheeks, making this face look like a rough human skin mask, which makes him uncomfortable.

The eyes are caused by the sequelae of poison gas, and the injuries on the nose and cheeks are actually the "Medal" received by this former US Army officer from the French front.

The prisoner in handcuffs had no sign of depression at all, but said very energetic: "Dad, you are here."

Professor Chandler laughed forcibly and said, "Little Yuri, you performed well in court today."

The former US military officer shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "It's just about talking about some battlefield experiences. If the lawyer hadn't asked me to say that, I would really not want to recall those things."

"No, no, no." His father waved his hand, "you moved the jury."

Mr. Chandler sighed and asked, "By the way, Dad, do you have a newspaper? I want to see what the Wall Street bombing is going on."

"Some." Professor Chandler handed over the newspaper in his hand.

His son pointed to the photo of Yuan Yan in the newspaper, who was sick and wrote, "I heard that he is still your student."

"Yes, he is really my student." (Note 2)

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Note 1: I don’t need to say who this guy is. According to historical facts, at this point in time, he did further study at Harvard University in the United States. He arrived in the United States in 1919 and was promoted to Zhongzhao at the end of the same year, and will return home in May next year.

Sugar is a raw material for making boooom. Even in the United States during World War I, sugar is a ration. However, the United States lifted the restriction order in 1919. But Japan was not good, so when this guy came to the United States, he found that sugar was free, and he was envious and jealous. Every time he drank coffee, he tried his best to add sugar.

If our Master Yuan wants to kiss Japan, he has to find a high-quality celebrity to kiss him. He doesn't necessarily encounter a Japanese female spy for no reason.

Note 2: Of course, this Mr. Yuri Chandler is not a real historical figure, but an important character in this work.
Chapter completed!