Subtitle of this chapter: It turns out that Master Yuan is an evil dropping violent corpse...... Well, BOSS

Public intellectuals from Wuxi, China, stand in the public square in front of the New York Public Library in the United States, looking at the two famous stone crouching lions. The two lions were named "Astor Lion" and "Lenoux Lion" www.biquge.info pen "Fun". He thought to himself, the United States is not culturally rich enough, and they are all male. It's like we Seris people pay attention to the balance of yin and yang, always one male and one female.

By the way, how can I get involved with the New York Public Library......

Why did he get involved with the Great Library in New York?

That's a stupid question!

Our Master Yuan didn't have much chance to deal with that Peking University librarian in person, nor could he be the greatest Marxist theoretician after the loyal readers of the British Library.

But he can't get over the addiction of "library" yet.

Just when Yuan Yan was pondering how to elevate his historical status and become the "Three Sages of the Library", he only felt that his eyes were dark. He looked up and saw that instead of a dark cloud floating in the sky, a tall old man slowly walked past him.

A hundred years later, Master Yuan's 1.75 meter height can only be regarded as a second-class cripple, but in 1920, even in the white pile is definitely not short. However, this old man was a full head taller than Yuan Yanqi, and he was at least 1.95 meters taller by visual inspection.

This gentleman is a little old, and his dress is a little shabby. However, his eyebrows were clear, his expression was calm, and he had a gray mustache.

He sat down on a bench by the square, took a large loaf of bread from a paper bag from his coat pocket, broke it up, and threw it on the ground. The pigeons in the square, attracted by the crumbs, gradually gathered around......

Oh, this old guy is so familiar, isn't he just ......

"Di Di Di, this system releases a temporary task: capture the Minions ......"

"Master Ball, wait! Is this guy a 'Minion'? This setting is a bit wrong, people are obviously Frankenstein. On the contrary, I'm pretty cute...... No, I'm stupid...... Phew, I'm not a 'Minion'! ”

"Host, of course you are not a 'Minion', you are the evil boss of this world!"

"Master ball, it's rare for you to spit ivory out of your dog's mouth, I like this setting. Let's talk about the content of the mission. ”

"Quest content: Let the target voluntarily 'serve' you."

"Quest reward: TBD. Note: This quest grants powerful skill cards. ”

"Failure penalty: Intelligence minus four. Note: The host can decline to accept this task, but the intelligence still needs to be reduced by two. ”

After reading the content of the task, Yuan Yanqian understood that this was a temporary task with both opportunities and risks.

He remembered very well that this was the first temporary mission that Master Ball gave up the task and punishment, and it was also the first time that the prefix "Powerful" was added to the front of the skill. In other words, this task is difficult to complete, but the rewards after completing it must be very powerful.

And according to the records in the history books, the other party's personality is a little weird, and he just ran up and asked him to become his "Minion", and the probability of success was close to zero. Even if I told him about it, I guess it wouldn't work.

So what should I do?

Master Yuan pondered for a moment and began to consult:

"Master Ball, how many B coins do I have now?"

"Host, the balance of B coins is 9998."

It's really unlucky, almost two points is 10,000. And 10,000 B coins can be randomly charged under a well-known writer. Now it's up to your luck and the "conscience" of the Master Ball system.

"Master ball, English science fiction is 1000B coins if it's randomly drawn, right? Then you can smoke me nine science fiction novels. ”

"Congratulations to the host for winning the ......"

"Congratulations to the host for winning the ......"

……

His old man's "luck" is not good, or the conscience of the broken system is greatly broken, and the first eight books are all garbage that I have never heard of, either a space opera that is more fantasy than science fiction or so soft that it can only be said to be a pseudo-science fiction novel.

So if the last one doesn't draw good goods, it's better to give up your two points of intelligence wisely.

"Congratulations to the host for winning the ......"

This broken system rarely gave a science fiction novel that was okay with a conscience.

Yuan Yanqian groaned a little, then straightened her clothes and walked straight to the bench. Without even asking, he sat down naturally, and naturally took the loaf of bread from the old man's hand and tore it in two, half of it was handed back, while he took the other half and threw a small piece on the ground.

Frankenstein glanced at him, and took back half a loaf of bread with no change in his expression.

Then the old man and the young man sat down in a chair and fed the pigeons without saying a word......

"Attention, that Chinese is connecting with people, you are all keeping an eye on it."

"This ...... Head. They're just feeding the pigeons, so why are they connecting? And who is this Chinese connected with? Didn't you BOI say that he wasn't a redman? ”

"You know what? There must have been someone behind that Chinese, and it might even be ...... Forget it, you don't believe it. Do any of you know that old guy? ”

"Head, this old guy is quite familiar......

After about an hour it was getting dark, and all the bread in their hands went into the pigeon's belly. The old man dusted off the crumbs from his pants and stood up to leave.

Yuan Yanqian suddenly spoke: "Hi, old man (old man)." Don't you invite me to dinner? ”

The tall old man turned his head to look at him and said lightly, "Oh, young man." If you want to eat, come with me. ”

"They're gone, follow along!"

"What are they doing in church? Look, you see they're queuing up there. ”

That's right, the tall old man led Master Yuan to the side gate of a church, and waited behind a group of ragged homeless people to receive a dinner from the church.

Yuan Yanqian was dressed in a crisp handmade suit, a high-end woolen coat, a valuable top hat on her head, and leather shoes that could shine on people's shadows. However, he lined up behind the old man without frowning, and greeted the homeless people around him peacefully

"Bell, bell."

The clock struck six o'clock, and the side door was opened. A group of clergy brought out buckets of steaming soup and baskets of bread from the church and began distributing them to the homeless people in line.

"Gold-Durex Oil ......"

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Murong saw that some patients were complaining about the delay, but I felt that the plot was very fast recently. Of course, it is also possible that the "plot" I understand is not quite the same as these patients. Dealing with all kinds of "historical figures" is also a plot.

Gentlemen, Murong is not anti-routine for the sake of anti-routine, and deliberately does not write about how the protagonist is famous in the world. But it's 1920 in the book! The flow of people, logistics and information in 1920 was extremely slow...... Something strange seems to have come in. The process is certainly a bit slow.

As for the content of economics and history, our Master Yuan has not even "finished" his doctoral dissertation, and he is not even qualified to debate with well-known economists. And seriously, it's not easy to write both interesting and understandable content, not too watery and not too dry.

There is also the Republic of China chapter...... Murong is not boasting, the Republic of China chapter I wrote must be very important because of the blowing, but ...... You all get the idea. So I'm still thinking about how to write it, or just write a free side story.

So, don't be anxious, you don't even have 500,000 words now.