Chapter subtitle: I should be a gust of wind, typhoon!

Our Master Yuan is reciting a poem while pondering a philosophical question: Is it worth giving up the whole forest for the sake of a beautiful tree?

I can't even control my own broken mouth, can I still control my own what?

How tired the beauty is, will there be a shortage of horses when the whip is big? Honestly.

I'd rather find an old-fashioned woman like Zhang Youyi who can tolerate her own heart, rather than a revolutionary + literary young woman from the beginning. Rather than everyone arguing about this kind of in the future, it's better to break it.

Just as he made a decision, a cold wind blew, and the two of them were surrounded by snowflakes that were rapidly drifting, looking like they were in a TV series.

When Yuan Yanqian came back to his senses, he found that this sudden strange wind had messed up Wei Mingzhu's sideburns. He naturally raised his hand to comb her hair, and showed her a warm smile in this cold winter night: "If you are a dream, I should be a gust of wind." ”

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

He sighed and said gently, "It's quite cold outside, if Miss Wei understands it, let's go in quickly, don't be frozen by the wind." ”

After saying that, he turned away casually, this time not one, two, three, four, or five steps, but walked briskly through the two maids as if he had unloaded some kind of burden, opened the side door, and walked in......

Our Miss Wei Mingzhu watched his back disappear into her eyes in amazement, she sighed softly and muttered to herself: "If I am a dream, you should be a gust of wind......"

"Old Yuan, you're here. If you don't show up, the auction will be over. I'm going to talk to my uncle now. ”

Yuan Yanqian took advantage of the fact that the auction attracted the attention of most of the people, and quietly joined his friends. Luo Puxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and after greeting him, he went straight to the auction table and told Luo Jiaxiang on the stage the news.

"Bang!"

"Fellow citizens, ladies and gentlemen. The charity auction was successfully concluded, and a total of funds were raised...... More than $40,000. On behalf of the people affected by the disaster in the five provinces of North China and Haiyuan, Gansu, on behalf of the Government of the Republic of China, and on behalf of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I would like to express my deep gratitude to all of you for your generous assistance. The donation will be made directly to the account of the China Red 10 Club......"

Well, there has been no beautiful pot this year, so the reputation of the Red 10 Character Club is still good. By the way, before the Xinhai Revolution, it was called the Great Qing Red 10 Character Society, but in 1917 it was recognized by the International Red 10 Character Association. So it's a reliable charity.

The overseas Chinese and international students present are not Kaizi who are blind to the domestic situation, and if this money is sent to the Beiyang government, only God knows how much it can be spent on the real victims. Otherwise, overseas Chinese would not have formed their own relief organizations.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Luo Jiaxiang raised his hand and pressed down and said, "Everyone, please be quiet......"

"According to the estimates of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there are currently more than 1,500 students studying in the United States, and at least half of them are in New York State. They have crossed the ocean to the United States, thousands of miles away from home, not only to learn advanced knowledge here so that they can serve the motherland in the future, but also shoulder the heavy responsibility of exchanges between the people of the Republic of China and the United States of America, so that the people of the world can know that we Chinese are also members of a civilized race! ”

Among them is an outstanding representative of international students, Yuan Junyan. You've all heard of him lately, right? He is currently studying at NYU ......"

He was right, our Master Yuan's reputation during this period of time was indeed loud enough, and even his name and even his old man's jade photo appeared on the front page of the four major newspapers in New York...... Well, his hand is also a photo.

If everyone here doesn't know, then they don't know that they live in the heart of the capitalist world that is still one breath away.

So Luo Jiaxiang only mentioned a few words and got to the point: "His Majesty Wilhelm, the former emperor of Germany, was grateful for Yuan Jun's outspokenness, and sent an attendant to the United States to present Yuan Jun with a sword to show his gratitude. Although Germany and Germany were each other's empires in the previous war, the so-called laughter and enmity. This is a good declaration of the will of the Republic of China to live together with all nations in the world and to maintain world peace. ”

He raised his voice and said, "Next, I would like to invite His Excellency Heinz von Stauffenberg, the representative of the Kaiser, and Mr. Yuan Yanqi. ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Our Master Yuan raised his charm value a little, straightened the evening dress on his body, smiled and nodded to everyone around him, and walked towards the stage......

"Wow, that's a pretty boy!"

"Ahh......h Look! He smiled at me! ”

"Little aunt, when did you come back? By the way, this person is Yuan Yanqian! ”

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

Huang Huilan was startled, stared at her intently, and asked like a cannon, "Have you seen him?" So have you spoken? What did he say to you? What did you say to him? What the hell did you say......

Miss Wei was silent when she heard this, as if she hadn't heard it.

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

At this time, our Master Yuan has already stepped onto a stage that is not too big. He first beckoned to everyone in the audience, and then under the guidance of Luo Jiaxiang, a short and solemn sword giving ceremony was completed.

"Hong Yan, let me tell you a few words."

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

Yuan Yanqian was also not polite, shook hands with Uncle Luo Shishu and stood behind the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, compatriots. Thank you very much for this little ceremony, although His Majesty William did not reward the next yellow coat, but he also made my brother and me a third-class shrimp......"

“……”

"Huh...... Bang bang ......"

He forgot that most of the people present were Cantonese, and they couldn't understand this completely Beijing-flavored cold joke, only Luo Jiaxiang's uncle and nephew made a joke.

However, Master Yuan didn't care, and casually put the treasure knife at his feet, and said in a tone of hanging: "Everyone, Chief Luo has just introduced it. As for my brother, I have been in this Citigroup country for more than three years, and I usually don't go to Chinatown to look white. So brother, I really have a sentence that I don't vomit and is unhappy. ”

"What is that?"

Yuan Yanqian spent two minutes looking around this time, until everyone was impatient, then he exhaled and said, "We are all ......"

"Trash!"