Chapter 198: Ice and Fire
Subtitle of this chapter: Let the people of the world go into the pit together!
"Mr. Lovecraft, it's a pleasure to see you again!"
"Mr. Yuan, you seem to be recovering well. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info Thank you, I didn't expect you to pick me up in person, and last ......"
"Don't mention what happened last time, Mr. Lovecraft."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Yuan. Don't mention it, don't mention it. β
"Get in the car, Mr. Lovecraft. Let's go to my house first. By the way, let me introduce you, this is my roommate, Mr. Julian Herman Chandler. β
"This is my friend and a brilliant novelist, Mr. Howard Philip Lovecraft......"
For the current Master Yuan, buying a car is nothing at all, and the Ford Model T is only $300 a car. Of course, as a young gentleman who was not bad for money, he bought a good car...... However, no matter how good the car is in this year, it can't compare to Wuling Hongguang a hundred years later.
It's Friday, December 3rd, and I'm finally coming to New York from his hometown of Providence, Rhode Island. Because he was going to live in New York this time, he brought a lot of salutes.
Yuan and Julian helped him carry Xingli into the car, and the three drove straight to the luxury apartment on the Upper East Side.
"Boom la la ......"
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As soon as you enter Master Yuan's house, you can hear the crisp and pleasant sound of mahjong and the strange tone of Chinese. Since he promoted mahjong, he naturally popularized Chinese by the way. So......
In the future, Chinese restaurant menus and outside menus in the United States will be marked with mahjong tiles:
Customer: "Wader, I want to eat eight tubes, 40,000 chickens, and clear hair." Oh, please don't touch the plum blossoms, a summer. β
Waiter: "The front guest asked for eight steamed buns, four happy balls, Zuo Zongtang chicken and beer." Don't add shallots to be slightly spicy! β
Basically, that's how everyone works.
"Mr. Yuan, your house is really lively."
"Love Mr. Craftsman, we Chinese like to be lively!"
In fact, when he heard the noise, Master Yuan also felt a little noisy in his heart, and the several tables of mahjong that were open at the same time were too loud to even block the soundproofing materials. So he immediately decided to let these guys move out in a few days, anyway, I don't like to play mahjong now. Now it's time to spread out, these wonderful frogs ...... Well, it's time for the mahjong seeds to be sown.
"Mr. Yuan, what are they doing?"
"Oh, they're playing Mahjong."
Yuan Yanqian said very seriously: "Mr. Ai Craftsman, don't underestimate this kind of game. Mahjong was a divination tool for our Seris people three thousand years ago. Now I have brought it to you in America to fight against the evil Jews and Freemasons. β
The master of the crafts asked curiously, "Oh, I see. But I have a question, how does this Mahjong fight against the Jews and Freemasonry? β
Yuan Yanqian frowned, he was used to running trains on his lips, so sometimes he derailed while running. Fortunately, he was always quick-witted, and immediately came up with an excuse: "Isn't the Freemasonry called Freemasonry?" They stonemasons want to build another Tower of Babel, and I will let you Westerners learn how to build The Great Wall for us Chinese!"
"Mr. Yuan, I know your The Great Wall, but does the Great Wall still have this function?"
"Of course."
However, our Master Yuan had no way to relay the plot of the big bad movie "The Great Wall" made by Lao Mouzi, so he had to change the topic and said: "Hey, this is a long story, I'll explain it to you next time." Let's go to the study and get down to business. β
Yuan Yanqian took the guests into the study, and after sitting down, he said seriously: "Mr. Ai Craftsman, I asked you to come this time to prepare for the release of our "Odd Code Magazine"! β
Hearing this, the spirit of the adult who loves craftsmanship is also invigorated. He has been unemployed for a long time...... Well, he hasn't done a serious job in his life. Now that he finally has a noble job that can make money for his appetite and bear the heavy responsibility of saving all mankind, he naturally cherishes it very much.
He immediately entered the role of editor-in-chief and said: "Mr. Yuan, there is no problem in running a magazine. But what about the draft? Where do so many manuscripts come from? β
"Mr. Lovecraft, look!" Yuan Yanqian took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the desk drawer and said, "First use my book and the novel you wrote." When our magazine becomes famous, there will naturally be contributors. β
"It's ......"
"A Song of Ice and Fire!"
"Mr. Yuan, can I take a look first?"
"Of course, I wanted to ask for your opinion......
"Jingle bell!"
"Neo, your phone."
Just then, his assistant came and called him to answer the phone.
"I'll answer the phone, you can take a look first. Yuri, you accompany Mr. Ai Craftsman. β
"Okay."
Our Master Yuan came to the living room and picked up the phone and said, "Hello...... It's Uncle Luo Shi. Is there something you can do? β
"A Japanese friend wants to treat me to a meal on Friday? No problem, but first of all, I don't eat Japanese food. β
Don't get me wrong, Yuan Yanqian doesn't eat Japanese food not because he loves the country too deeply, but he doesn't even like Cantonese food because he doesn't like clear soup and little water, so he doesn't like Japanese food that only uses soy sauce, miso and mustard.
Didn't someone say in later generations that the curry of the Indians saved the tongue of the Japanese?
And even if it's kaiseki cuisine, it's too childish in his opinion. It's just a little bit of stuff, and it really makes flowers for the Japanese and they can eat a few bites.
"What? There are no Japanese restaurants in New York. β
Yes, I had never seen a Japanese restaurant in New York in 1920. In fact, a hundred years later, Japanese food will sell well in sushi, and other messy foreigners don't like to eat it. On the other hand, there are people who help the people of the big foodie countries to blow Japanese food to the sky.
It has to be said that the mental Japanese do not necessarily have a problem with the brain, there must be a problem with the tongue.
"They invited me to the Japanese consulate for dinner, so I'll ...... too."
Wait, there are big drops of Japanese flower girls in the Japanese consulate!
Roar, they must have seen that Lao Tzu was talented and wanted to corrupt my old man with sugar-coated cannonballs.
Hmph, of course I'm going to strip off my kimono if I'm so dignified......Chinese No, it's to eat the icing and then flick the meat inside...... Well, the shells came back.
Our Master Yuan wiped his saliva and said, "Uncle Luo, since the Japanese teachers ...... Well, my friends are so enthusiastic, so I don't want to go, right? β
"Uncle Luo, you talk about diplomatic etiquette. Don't worry, I won't disgrace us Chinese. β
He put down the phone and said in his heart that Uncle Luo Jiaxiang still underestimated himself. Where will Lao Tzu's 18-point physique be embarrassed in front of the Japanese, obviously to win glory for the country!
Thinking of his pride, he naturally hummed the familiar and awe-inspiring tune......
"Pickup pickup!"
"Master ball, pickup you ABCDEFG...... CUP, what's wrong with me? β
"Host, what do you think of the opening song of the film you just hummed?"