Subtitle of this chapter: I should have a gust of wind, a typhoon!

Our Master Yuan was thinking about a philosophical question while reciting poetry: Is it worth giving up the entire forest for a beautiful and wonderful tree?

I can't even control my own broken mouth. Can I still control my own things?

How tired is the beauty of love? If you whip it hard, you will still lack a horse? What a sincere saying.

I would rather find an old-style woman who can tolerate her fickleness like Zhang Youyi than a revolutionary and literary young woman who ended up being revolutionary and literary. Instead of quarreling about such a mess in the future, it is better to break it off.

Just as he made a decision, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes were floating rapidly around them, looking like they were performed in a TV series.

Yuan Yan suddenly came to her senses and found that the sudden strange wind messed up Wei Mingzhu's hair. He raised his hand and sorted out her hair naturally, and showed an extremely warm smile to her in this biting winter night, saying, "If you are a dream, I should be a gust of wind."

"Pickup." (Author's note: This sentence is changed from Gucheng's "You and Me")

He sighed and said warmly: "It's quite cold outside. If Miss Wei figures it out, then go in quickly. Don't be frozen by the wind."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and this time he didn't take one, two, three, four or five steps. Instead, he walked through the two maids with brisk steps like he was lifting some kind of burden, opened the side door and walked in...

Our Miss Wei Mingzhu looked at his back disappearing into her eyes with a loss. She sighed softly and murmured: "If I were a dream, you should be a gust of wind..."

"Old Yuan, you are here. If you can't do it again, the auction will be over. I'll go and talk to my uncle now."

Yuan Yan took advantage of the auction on the field to attract the attention of most people and quietly met with his friends. Luo Puxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. After greeting him, he went straight to the auction table and told Luo Jiaxiang on the stage the news.

"Bang!"

"Comrades, ladies and gentlemen. The charity auction has ended successfully, and a total of charity funds have been raised...more than 40,000 US dollars. On behalf of the affected people in the five provinces of North China and Haiyuan, Gansu, I am very grateful to everyone for their generous assistance on behalf of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs! This charity funds will be directly transferred to the account of the China Red 10-word Society..."

Well, there has been no beautiful pot these days, so the Red 10-word Society is still well-known. By the way, before the Xinhai Revolution, it was called the Qing Red 10-word Society, but it was recognized by the International Red 10-word Society in 1917. So it is still a reliable charitable organization.

The overseas Chinese and international students present were not Kaizi who was completely disgusted with the domestic situation. Only God knows how much money could be spent on real victims if the Beiyang government was given. Otherwise, the overseas Chinese would not have formed a relief organization on their own.

"Smack it..."

Luo Jiaxiang raised his hand and pressed down, "Please be quiet..."

"According to the estimates of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there are currently more than 1,500 students in the United States, at least half of which are in our New York State. They travel across the ocean to America, thousands of miles away from home. In addition to learning advanced knowledge here, they also shoulder the important task of 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 a member of the civilized race!"

"Among them there is an outstanding international student representative, Yuan Junyan Shu. Have you heard of his deeds recently? He is currently studying at nyu..."

He was right. Our Master Yuan has a reputation for being a big deal during this period. Even the front pages of the four major newspapers in New York have his name and even his jade photos... Well, his hands are also a photo.

If everyone present doesn't know, then they can live in the heart of the capitalist world just one breath.

So Luo Jiaxiang just mentioned a few words and got to the point: "His Majesty William, the former German emperor, was moved by the high righteousness of Yuan Jun's frankness, and specially sent an attendant to America to give Yuan Jun a treasure knife to express his gratitude. Although Germany was empires of each other in the previous war, the so-called smile to eliminate grudges. This just proves that the Republic of China and the whole world are willing to be harmonious and prosperous and maintain world peace."

He raised his voice and said, "Next, please invite the representative of the German Emperor Heinz-von-Staofenberg, and Mr. Yuan Yanshu."

"Smack it..."

Our Master Yuan raised his charm value a little, tidied up his evening dress, and nodded to everyone around him while walking towards the stage...

"Wow, this is such a handsome guy!"

"Ahhh, he's so handsome... Look! He smiled at me!"

"Auntie, when did you come back? By the way, this person is Yuan Yanshu!"

Wei Mingzhu looked at the handsome guy Huang Huilan pointed at with a tense face, nodded and said, "I have seen him."

Huang Huilan was startled and stared at her intently, asking, "Have you seen him? So have you said anything? What did he say to you? What did you say to him? What did you say to him..."

Miss Wei kept silent when she heard this, with a bare face as if she didn't hear it.

Seeing this, her niece had to sigh and said, "Forget it, if you don't say it, I won't ask."

At this time, our Master Yuan had already stepped onto a not-so-big stage. He first waved to everyone in the audience, and then under the guidance of Luo Jiaxiang, a brief but solemn sword gift ceremony was completed.

"Hongjian, let me tell you a few words."

In fact, he came here to give a speech, otherwise what else could this verbal trick do?

Yuan Yanshu was not polite either. He shook hands with Uncle Luo Shi and stood behind the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, compatriots. Thank you very much for attending this small ceremony. Although His Majesty William did not receive the next yellow jacket, he also made me a third-class shrimp..."

“…”

"Haha...pa..."

He forgot that most of the people present were Guangdong, and they couldn't understand this completely Beijing-style joke, so only uncle and nephew Luo Jiaxiang made some fun.

However, Master Yuan didn't care. He put the sword at his feet and said in a careless tone: "Everyone, Chief Luo just introduced it. Brother, I have been in this Citi Country for more than three years. Usually, I have not been to Chinatown for a long time. So I really have a saying that I can't speak up."

"What is this sentence?"

Yuan Yanshu spent two minutes looking around this time, until everyone was impatient, then he exhaled and said, "We are all people in Seris..."
Chapter completed!