Chapter subtitled: Master Astrologer and God of Carnival

Our Master Yuan stopped while eating, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "I said you three, can you not look at me like this." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info you look like I'm a death row inmate eating my last meal, and it's really affecting my appetite. ”

He rolled his eyes at John and said, "By the way, and you, Mr. McCall." Why are you staying here? ”

The people immediately replied, "I'm just watching you eat the last supper." ”

At this time, Miss Helen Brown said with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. McCall! I get angry when you say that, and I don't pay attention to you anymore! ”

How many times has this eldest lady said this?

The little black-haired beauty turned her head to Master Yuan and said, "Tired, don't pay attention to him, eat more." You may not be able to eat it in the future......"

Can she speak?

It was Mr. Louis-Baker who was more steady, and he coughed dryly and said, "Yes, Neo." You have to think about the future...... Well, the future arrangement. ”

"You're all fools. I said......"

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and it turned out that the results of the New York State invoicing had come out.

Mr. Baker fidgeted a little and said, "Neo, why don't you go out and have a look?" ”

Our Master Yuan took a leisurely sip of tea and said lightly, "What's the difference between me and not?" ”

He stood up suddenly, nodded to the three friends at the table, and said, "Everyone, I'm tired today. Then I'll go and rest first. ”

Miss Brown was surprised, "You can still sleep?" That's half a million dollars! ”

Yuan Yan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why don't you sleep?" There's a big scene tomorrow. How can you achieve without cultivating your spirit? ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked to the bedroom, but just as he opened the door, he suddenly remembered an allusion, and turned back again.

Our Master Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, if it's good news, don't wake me up, wait until I wake up......"

Mr. John McCall said angrily: "Understood, wake you up with bad news, because bad news cannot be delayed in the slightest." ”

"John, I don't see that you even know the famous words of Napoleon I." He raised his index finger and shook it, "But you're wrong, if it's bad news, then don't wake me up, let me sleep peacefully for the last time in my life!" ”

"Good night!"

He bowed slightly to the three of them, turned and walked into the bedroom......

This scene is written in Mr. Louis Baker's memoir, "Miracles in the Miracle Family":

Even after all this time, I still vividly remember that night, the night known as "NYU High Roller Night", and of course, I can't forget the Neo-Yuan who made the big news.

It was then that I realized that my lifelong friend and business partner always had a strange light in his eyes, a nonchalant expression on his face, and a sneering smile on his lips.

Yes, the kind of weird expression that often appeared in his later photos.

Under the circumstances, we who were not parties were quite apprehensive, but he was so calm and calm, and his appetite was surprisingly good. I watched as he ate five servings of food.

I don't know why I don't worry about him anymore when I see him look like this. Because at that moment, I had the realization that Neo, who had wagered hundreds of thousands of dollars at the moment, must know something that we didn't know.

Of course, he couldn't have had any inside information, and I swear that even my grandfather couldn't have known the exact difference in the electoral votes.

However, for mortals like us, it is natural to have no clue in the face of such a complex mystery as history, but for him, the thread is clearly there, and the truth of the future can be extracted from the mystery of history with a single stroke.

Neo is like Sherlock Holmes who has already grasped the truth, and for him, the reason why we Watson can't see the future is simply because we are too stupid.

"Stupid human!"

It's also a mantra he often says in private, and although he often says it jokingly, I can often hear the compassion in it.

Since then, I've made him the Sherlock Holmes of my life. More precisely, he is my "master astrologer".

Like all astrologers, such as the famous Nostradamus, Neo never gave a definite prediction. But as long as you can pay attention to his words and deeds, it is not difficult to judge some clues in the future.

I have often asked him how he can predict the future, either cryptically or not-so-subtlely, but he has always refused to answer this question. Until one day he got very drunk, and I asked curiously, and that time he replied: pikapika.

Later, I consulted many sinologists who were proficient in Chinese and even people from all over China (I didn't know that there were so many dialects in China at that time), but no one could tell me what 'pikapika' meant.

In Ms. Helen Brown's memoir, The Mother of Love, it is written:

It is often said that Neo's attitude towards life is too frivolous, and that a genius like him could have done more for all of humanity, especially his fellow citizens.

But I understood from the night of November 2, 1920, that he was not frivolous or irresponsible, but that nothing was important to him except death...... Perhaps death was not a big thing to worry about for him.

It's not that I'm defending my dual mentor of literature and life, it's that he was originally Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of wine with a strange nickname, the strange stranger. And "Strange Stranger" is also a true portrayal of Neo's life.

Like the procession of Dionysus, he was as dazzling as the sun, wearing a crown of vine branches and ivy, and walking at the front of the procession with a scepter wrapped around ivy and a pine ball on the top. And I had the privilege of being a little fairy in the forest who followed him.

Our retinue were drunk, singing and shouting, running around, or dancing in a cheerful whirlwind. Amid the sound of flutes, reed flutes and cymbals, the procession marches happily through the beautiful mountains, through the leafy woods, and on the verdant flat meadows.

We devoutly believe that He can lead us to the other side of bliss!

As for the others, even the great ones who are more famous and better than us are nothing more than his roadside scenery.

To be honest, before that moment I had some girlish thoughts about him, and after that moment, I felt an inexplicable inferiority. Perhaps a woman like me is only worthy of being a little fairy in the mountains and forests who serves him...... No, all the women in the world are not worthy of him!

Those stinky later...... (Editor's note: Abridged here.) ）

In the memoirs of lawyer John McCall......

He did not keep a memoir, although he is said to have a habit of keeping a diary. It's just that these diaries have never been made public. Another version is that before he died, all his diaries, correspondence, and important documents were burned.

This barrister's approach can be called a catastrophe for later generations of "Yuan scholars", because he later really became Master Yuan's personal lawyer.

To be precise, John McCall set up a law firm that specialized in providing legal services to Yuan, and this law firm would eventually become a behemoth.