Subtitle of this chapter: Anarchist Female Warrior x2 (Note 1)

Yuan Yanshu didn't get a penny, but instead paid five dollars. He didn't want to borrow so much, but the young lady said she wanted to go shopping and have a cup of coffee to make hair, and it wasn't enough if the money was less.

This is really: the American imperial wine and meat smell bad, and most of them starve to death in the Republic of China.

The neoclassical liberal master forgot about the proletarian enlightenment that had been in full swing for more than a month and immediately woke up. He couldn't help but want to educate Miss Helen Brown and tell her what life is the people of the third world in Asia, Africa and Latin America now.

But he thought again that he had no choice but to take away his girlfriend from Bourgeois route a hundred years later. By the way, there is a difference between perrier and salt-soda? Well, the former is just a bit higher and the bottle is better, and the problem price is more than ten times more expensive than the latter! (Note 2)

Now that I meet a really big bourgeois lady, I can't handle it even more.

He took a picture of Abraham Lincoln and sent Miss Helen Brown away, and made up his mind that he could not be so lazy and must find a new publishing channel.

Then, he fell asleep.

When our Master Yuan woke up, it was the next day, which was the morning of November 2.

After he opened his eyes, he fell into a heated debate with the Master Ball System...

"Master Ball, print out the German version of "Currency War" to me. By the way, don't use my handwriting this time."

"Host, are you sure you really want to do this? This system reminds the host that your current behavior will greatly increase your s-value. So is this really good?"

"Master Ball, you always know the saying "Master Ball" is unwilling to let the child goblins. Anyway, I can receive B coins if I'm anonymous. According to the broken formula of Master Ball, the B coins he provided must be amazing, no one!"

"And I just checked that he had said in August this year, 'The proletarians all over the world unite!' This slogan is no longer applicable. The slogan of fighting should be 'The anti-Semitism people all over the world unite! The European people seek liberation!'"

"Master Ball, if he sees "Currency War", it will be foul... Well, he has a heart-to-heart relationship."

"Host, this system still wants to remind you that this almost desperate behavior is playing with fire. Once an accident occurs, your s value will exceed the threshold. This time it is not as simple as a 'picker'!"

"Master Ball, I'm not from Xiamen University... I'm a horse, I'm still 985. Don't talk too much, hurry up and exchange it. I'll send it out today!"

"Host, you should think clearly."

"Master Ball, I have considered it very clearly. Wealth and honor are in danger..."

Because he had been communicating with the Master Ball that others could not see, he didn't notice that there was something strange on the street today. There were more people holding the star and striped flags in his hands, more people holding the symbols of the Communist Party on his chest, and more people sending leaflets on the roadside...

However, when these flyers saw Yuan Yanshu's yellow face, they turned a blind eye to him.

Our Master Yuan walked to "Red and Black" without even paying attention to the "close" sign hanging at the door, so he pushed the door and walked in...

"jingle!"

"Hello, sir. Sorry, we are not open yet."

"Um?"

Of course, it was not the old Sorel literary youth who greeted him, but a big sister who still had a lot of charm.

The older sister, who is about thirty years old, looks like she is wearing a headscarf and a bib, and she is holding a broom in her hand. She looks like she is cleaning. But even if she is dressed like this, she can tell that she is a picturesque beauty... Well, she also looks familiar.

Only then did Yuan Yanshu remember that the coffee shop had already changed its owner and had not opened yet.

"Sorry, I'll come back another day."

He apologized and was about to turn around and leave when the woman said in a soft and soft English with a Gaul-like style: "Ah... are you Mr. Yuan? I heard that you are an old guest here, so please sit down!"

"Fried eggs, bacon, French toast and coffee, right? Come right now!"

She said as she put down the broom in her hand, then lifted up the bib on her head and shook her head... Just like the slow motion of a shampoo advertisement, the long golden hair was shook into Yuan Yanshu's eyes!

Our Master Yuan felt his eyes lit up. The big sister had a golden wave that was almost as long as her waist, and when she spread out, she looked like a gorgeous shawl. Her gorgeous long hair not only made the woman in a simple dress suddenly become a noble lady, but the morning light reflected also made the decoration look old-fashioned store suddenly shine. Of course, it also made our Yuan Daqingsheng heart bright.

So Yuan Yan suddenly sat on her old seat with a very obedient saliva, staring at the big sister with a pair of thief eyes, locked the store door and put down the curtains. Finally, she took off the apron she was wearing in front of the only customer, and finally showed her graceful figure...

Hey, why do you have to close the door for a meal? Is this a coffee shop or another place now?

"An, Mr. Yuan is here!"

With the greeting of the blonde sister, a young lady who looked a bit similar to her, had a lighter hair color, but was a little younger, but she was not as good as her, but she had a figure.

Ah, so there is another one? I just came for breakfast, I didn’t have any mental preparations, and I didn’t know if I brought enough money, so I might as well...

Leave immediately!

Yuan Yan, who finally recognized the other party, stood up suddenly, picked up her briefcase and hurried to the door: "Oh, I suddenly remembered that there was something wrong. Sorry, I won't eat breakfast..."

"Mr. Yuan, please sit down."

"I really can't have time...well, I'll sit down."

Our Master Yuan looked at the small pistol in the blonde big sister's hand, swallowed, and sat back obediently.

"That's how good you are." The eldest sister smiled and turned to his old acquaintance, anouk-rocher, and said, "An, give Mr. Yuan a cup of coffee."

Miss Rochelle, whose hair is lightly golden, frowned and said, "Vianne, the coffee has not been cooked yet."

"That's great..." Yuan Yan stood up again after hearing this, "Well, it's a pity! I'll have coffee again next time..."

"Mr. Yuan, please be good."

"Okay, I'm good, I'm good..."

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Note 1: The colors of black and red are symbols of anarchism. Black symbolizes the oppressed people, while red symbolizes the spirit of swearing to death.
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