Subtitle of this chapter: You guys, we should raise our glasses to congratulate you today!

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Just as Lord Fool promised to heal his family 10 three days later, a young man walked out of the customs in New York Harbor.

This yellow-skinned Chinese looks about the same age as Yuan Yanshu. Of course, he must be incomparable to his appearance, and his figure is half a shorter.

Like Master Yuan, he dresses very delicately and elegantly, and he looks like a good person.

Moreover, this person also carries a strong spirit, and his actions are like a military man, as if he is a military officer.

This man is Huang Zhonghan's favorite concubine Lucy He, whose Chinese name is the eldest son born to He Hua Jinniang, Huang Zongyi.

His mother, Aunt He, is a mixed-race child of Dutch blood, so she is very beautiful and is loved by the Nanyang Sugar King. This concubine is also quite promising. She is the only figure among the Huang family's children with military experience. She has also studied in the Dutch Military Academy.

In the future, he will also become one of the important figures in the Huang family consortium.

In fact, according to Huang Zongyi's identity, the director of the Huang family's office in New York should have come to pick him up in person. However, he had a secret mission during this trip and did not want to be too eye-catching, so he came to New York alone without notifying the local staff.

Fortunately, he held a Dutch passport and looked like a rich man, so he did not suffer much trouble when he left the country.

Since no one came to pick him up, Young Master Huang had to take a taxi by himself. Like later generations, there were naturally a row of taxis outside such transportation hubs.

Huang Zongyi walked to the front carriage, where there were several drivers and coachmen smoking cigarettes while chatting.

And when they saw Young Master Huang's yellow face, they all looked like they were too lazy to pay attention to it.

For yellow people living in the West these days, this kind of slow treatment is really nothing. If you can't even stand this, then you'd better go back to your hometown in a round way.

"Guys..." He took out a note, reported an address to the drivers, and then asked, "Can you go?"

"Bah!" One of the bearded men spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which happened to fall at Young Master Huang's feet.

The bearded man glanced at the Chinese and spit out the price: "Three US dollars!"

"You..." Even if Mr. Huang is very rich, he doesn't know the price of taxis in New York. He knows that this is obviously a big robbery, and it is a big robbery for people with yellow races.

He felt a little regretful, and it would be better to notify the New York office to pick him up. But it's too late to say this now.

Huang Zongyi subconsciously glanced at an NYPD not far away. He squeezed his eyes maliciously at him, then turned his head and thought that nothing had happened.

"Huh..." He had no choice but to breathe heavily and was about to nod and agree.

At this moment, another gentle young driver next to him blurted out: "Why does this address sound so familiar? I remembered..."

He looked at Mr. Huang and asked with great interest: "Are you going to find Mr. Yuan?"

Young Master Huang was also surprised when he heard this. Of course, he knew that his uncle was doing well in Citigroup, but he didn't know that he had already reached the point where even the taxi driver remembered the address.

"Bah! What Mr. Yuan?" the bearded man spat out again and said disdainfully, "Tom, are you the driver of the squinting people now?"

"Hahaha……"

As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter.

"Hmph!" Tom snorted contemptuously at them, "You don't even know where NY's NY live, and you dare to say that they are our Big Apple taxi drivers?"

Big Apple - Big Apple, the new York nickname already existed at this time. What brought the nickname forward was a horse racing reporter named John Fitzgerald.

In 1920, he accidentally heard two horsemen refer to the city's racecourse "Big Apple" to indicate their differences. Therefore, he called his column "On the Big Apple", which made this term synonym for the New York racecourse. Then more and more people were used, and thus became the New Yorkers' favorite name for their own city.

“NY’s NY?!”

As soon as Tom said that, Young Master Huang saw that the expressions of the drivers changed.

"Shh!"

The bearded man whistled and suddenly realized, "Wow! It turned out to be the Chinese guy who won 500,000 US dollars without frowning at all... Well, he is a man."

Among all Yuan Yanshu's deeds, the lower-class Americans remember this matter the most.

This is 500,000 US dollars, and they may not make so much in their lifetime... and the Chinese man gave it to NYU, which made the poor even want to forget.

"That's right, it's him!" Tom said proudly, "Don't you read the newspaper? He is still the 'American' writer that Mr. Einstein admires the most!"

"Um……"

These drivers really don’t read newspapers because they are illiterate. However, there are no “useless reading theory” and “anti-intellectualism” these days, and even the civilians at the bottom respect intellectuals very much.

What's more, when the Great Magician first arrived in New York, the city government held a parade for him. Even these illiterate and rough people knew that Einstein was a great scientist worthy of respect.

"Sir, please come with me." Tom took the suitcase from Young Master Huang's hand diligently and politely called a respectful title.

The bearded man didn't mean to get angry if he didn't knock the snatch, but he took a few steps back with the other drivers and made way for a passage.

In fact, it is not easy to do this step for these crude embryos.

"Thank you." Huang Zongyi, who was well educated, raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat, nodded to everyone, and followed Tom to a Ford Model T car with 80% new.

It has to be said that racism is difficult to change.

Even if the Western world a hundred years later, except for a few who have been washed into the Virgin Mary by pluralism and universal values, even if other white people don’t say it, they still cannot see people of color in their hearts.

But then again, this thing is a part of human nature. Human beings instinctively label everything in the world.

Children instinctively believe that green vegetables are bad things and red meat is good things, because most plants in nature are poisonous or have bad taste. Adults who grow up like to eat meat are more likely to like to eat vegetables than those who like to eat vegetables.

Similarly, stereotypes about other races formed during their growth are deeply rooted.

And what are the Chinese people these days worthy of respect?

Not to mention driving the United Nations forces to the south of the 38th parallel, twenty years ago, the Eight-Nation Alliance had just visited their capital... Not to mention the world factory where "going your own way and not letting others have a way to go", let alone the world market where "it's expensive for whatever you sell",

Even if the Cialis are unwilling to admit it, Cialis deserves to be discriminated against in the early twentieth century.

But he's here...

He did not think that he could completely and completely change the Western perception of the Cyrius by his own efforts.

He is just ready to let white and people of color be equally overwhelmed by the red blood of their own transparent tears!

Of course, it also includes the blood of the Cyris...

Of course they also have to shed blood, shed enough blood, otherwise how could they understand the truth of this world?

The nihilist who has the "Eye of Nothingness" does not intend to make that period of history empty. On this timeline, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and that golden land should also be soaked in tears and blood...

SO WHAT?!

He will not escape with clumsy means like his fellow travelers.

He would not hypocritically say that he was powerless.

He would look directly at the corpse and bloody road, look directly at the hell on earth, and look directly at the historical tragedy.

He would also point to the corpse that was beyond his sight and laughed, look, look, look, look. This is the end of the slaves who are destroyed!

If China needs him, a time traveler, to be a phoenix, then he would rather be a foreigner in this life.

Because such a weak nation is not worthy of being his country, and such a hopeless country is not worthy of being his motherland.

Only the nation in his memory that could be reborn in the fire without a time traveler is his true compatriot, and only the country in his memory that could return to the prosperous age without a golden finger is his true motherland.

For the sake of his true compatriots and the real motherland, he would walk with the demons in history without any worries, and he would unscrupulously create a "great plan" that only the devil could make.

Why blame others? Why do you have to be compassionate?

Come on, come on, come on.

Raise the cup, this cup is the Yangtze River water from the sky from Li Taibai's poem.

Raise the glass, this cup is the endless heroic blood of the nobles of Yan and Huang.

Raise the glass, this glass is a celebration wine that will last for a hundred years.

Drink, drink, drink.

Cheers, he is not here to make peace in this world,

Cheers, he came to let the world hear it because of blowing,

Cheers, he came to make this world a morgue!
Chapter completed!