Subtitle of this chapter: What a lot of bad things in 1920!

"Host, why are you so sullen? Don't you see that the protagonists of other people's literary copying streams have a few masters of national art as their entourage? Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info they can not only take care of your life but also protect your safety, which is a very good setting. ”

"Set your master, set your mother!"

"People are loyal servants and bodyguards brainwashed by feudal thinking, and I am a BOOM expert and terrorist brainwashed by anarchism, can it be the same? By the way, Master Ball, when did you care about my emotions? Don't be like those cute and well-behaved systems, I don't eat this set! ”

"Host, this system just wants to remind you that you are on the wrong path."

"Where's the wrong thing? Isn't there a post office in front of you...... it! ”

Our Master Yuan has recently spent a little time studying: "Can you become a master when you wear it to the Republic of China?" Instructions for the "Go to the Ball" system. He died a lot of brain cells and finally understood what was going on with the life-and-death S-value for the host of this broken system, that is, himself.

The S-value is the digital embodiment of historical backbone changes.

However, history itself has a corrective effect, and most of the changes have naturally subsided, and even pushed history in its original direction by mistake. As long as our Master Yuan does not die happily, the S value that has been generated will be eliminated by itself with the passage of time.

So in fact, the S-value is in a dynamic equilibrium.

"Master Ball, how do you get rid of a lot of S-Points?"

"Host, this thing is very difficult...... Hard. You can eliminate a small part of the rewards for system tasks, but that's up to you. ”

"Master ball, let's talk about it."

"Host, it's up to your luck and ability to trigger or pull out events that make history even more interesting."

"Master ball, define 'fun'."

"Host, fun is ...... Listen to Inbrance! ”

Yuan Yan, who was so angry with this sentence that she almost vomited blood, staggered, looked at the post office, touched her briefcase, and turned her head to walk in the direction of NYU.

It's not that he doesn't want to earn mustache and his old man gets B coins, but the problem is that he can't earn it now. Forget it, I'll have a chance later.

It wasn't a priority for him either, and the squad of anarchist terrorists should be the highest priority right now. How do you get rid of them?

The best way is to buy the earliest ferry ticket immediately, hide in Chinatown for a few days, and find the old five characters of the red flag to arrange a few good hands to protect themselves, and then send themselves on the boat when the time comes. He didn't believe those guys could go back to Seris with him.

However...... Hasn't he yet gotten his PhD. and completed the damn system mission?

Speaking of which, his most pressing problem at the moment is actually ...... Money!

PhD. tuition is $800, and Lin Dengwan was promised $800, which adds up to exactly $1,600 from his family. Did you send a telegram home......

Our Master Yuan thought about it and arrived near NYU, and at a glance he saw that someone on the street was handing out leaflets, or someone he knew, a junior in Stern College who was two or three years younger than himself, what was his name......

"Mike, why are you handing out flyers here? Don't have to go to class today? And...... Do you still have a part-time job to earn this money? ”

Did I do this with my work-study program in the United States? No, how much money can be made by handing out flyers on the streets these days, the pre-vampire cubs at Stern College are completely unsatisfactory.

Mike, who had a freckled face, also recognized him and said casually, "Ah, it's Neo." I'm not working, I'm just taking classes, you see...... WHERE DID PROFESSOR KLEIN HAND OUT LEAFLETS? ”

Yuan Yan looked closely, and sure enough, just as this guy said, the Jewish professor he knew was also there handing out flyers to passers-by, and there were several Stern students doing the same thing nearby.

Klein means "small" in Hungarian and is one of the four major surnames of Hungarian Jews. IN FACT, THE HUNGARIAN GOVERNMENT STIPULATED THAT JEWS COULD ONLY HAVE THE SURNAMES "SMALL", "GROSS" (GROSS), "SCHWARTZ" (SCHWARTZ) AND "WHITE" (WEISS).

Curious, Master Yuan asked, "Mike, what kind of flyer are you sending?" ”

Unexpectedly, the other party replied directly: "It has nothing to do with you!" ”

Well, how does this guy talk?

"I'm sorry, don't get me wrong." Mike also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly apologized and stuffed a leaflet to the Chinese, "Neo." It really has nothing to do with you, a Chinese. ”

Is this guy quite racist?

Chinese Yuan Yanqian held back her anger and picked up the leaflet to look at it...... Hey, it really has nothing to do with him. Because it's a campaign ad.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes, the year of leaping, the month of scorpio. Donkeys and elephants compete, presidential elections.

Now it's the month of Scorpio, and it's time for the quadrennial U.S. election. And the day of the 1920 presidential election is today, November 2. (note 1)

But as Brother Mike said, this matter really has nothing to do with him, a non-American citizen.

To tell the truth, our Master Yuan really doesn't care about this at all, not to mention that he can't vote, even if he can, what if he can, he can't change history with one vote. Well, in fact, the Americans themselves don't care much, it's not that they are cold to politics, and Americans are still quite enthusiastic about this in this year.

It's because this election is completely different from the one after '96, and there is no suspense at all.

However, even if he didn't care at all, the newspapers he had read in the past few days, the chatter between his classmates, and of course his little knowledge of history had given him some insight into the "situation" of the election.

He looked at the flyer in his hand and found that it was a flyer supporting the Democratic candidate for Ohio Governor James Cox and his running mate, the young and promising deputy secretary of the Navy and the future savior of the free world, FDR, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yuan Yanqian waved the flyer in his hand and said with a smile: "Mike, what's the use of this thing now?" ”

Note 1: Every four U.S. elections are held in leap years, which literally translates to "leap-year."

Polling day is the Tuesday after the first Monday in November. This sentence is indeed a bit of a convolution, but it actually means that if November 1 of the election year falls on a Tuesday, then it will be postponed to the second Tuesday of this month.