Subtitle of this chapter: Gentlemen, today we should raise a glass to each other!

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At the same moment that the Fool promised the sword 10 days later to heal his family, a young man walked out of the customs in New York Harbor.

This yellow-skinned Chinese looks about the same age as Yuan Yanxi, of course, his appearance is definitely incomparable, and his stature is half a head shorter.

Like Master Yuan, he is also very delicate and magnificent, and at first glance he is not a bad money.

And this person also has a spirit of toughness, and he has a military style between his actions, as if he has passed through the army.

This grandfather is Huang Zhonghan's most favored aunt Lucy He, whose Chinese name is the eldest son born to He Hua Jinniang, Huang Zongyi.

His mother, Aunt Ho, was a mixed-race child with Dutch ancestry, so she was very beautiful and loved by the Nanyang Sugar King. And this concubine is also quite promising, he is the only one of the Huang family who has military experience, and he also studied at the Dutch Military Academy.

In the future, he will also become one of the important figures in the Huang consortium.

In fact, according to Huang Zongyi's identity, the director of the New York office of the Huang consortium should come to pick it up in person. However, he had a secret mission and didn't want to be too conspicuous, so he didn't inform the local personnel and came to New York alone.

Luckily, he had a Dutch passport and looked like a rich man, so he didn't get out of the country too much.

Since no one came to pick him up, Young Master Huang had no choice but to take a taxi by himself. As in later generations, taxis were parked outside such transportation hubs.

Huang Zongyi walked to the front of the carriage, where there were also several drivers and coachmen chatting while smoking cigarettes.

And when they saw Young Master Huang's yellow face, they all looked too lazy to take care of it.

For the yellow people living in the West these years, this kind of slow treatment is really nothing, if you can't even stand this, then you should go back to your hometown mellowly.

"Guys......" he pulled out a note, gave the drivers an address, and asked, "Do you want to go?" ”

"Phew!" One of the bearded men spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which landed right at Young Master Huang's feet.

The bearded man glanced at the Chinese and spat out the price: "Three dollars!" ”

"You ......" Even if Young Master Huang is very rich, he doesn't know much about the price of a taxi in New York, he knows that this is obviously a rip-off, and it is a big bamboo bar for the yellow race.

He regretted it a little, and he might as well have called someone from the New York office to pick him up. It's just too late to say that now.

Huang Zongyi subconsciously glanced at an NYPD not far away, and the people squeezed their eyes at him maliciously, so he turned his head and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Whew......" he gasped and was about to nod his head in agreement.

At this moment, another young driver who looked like Sven next to him blurted out: "Why is this address so familiar?" I remembered......"

He looked at Young Master Huang and asked with interest, "Are you looking for Mr. Yuan?" ”

Young Master Huang was also taken aback when he heard this, of course he knew that his uncle-in-law was mixing well in Citigroup, but he didn't know that people had mixed up to the point where even the taxi driver remembered his address.

"Phew! What Mr. Yuan? The bearded man spat out another mouthful of phlegm and said disdainfully, "Tom, are you now the driver of the Squints?" ”

"Hahaha......"

As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter.

"Humph!" Tom snorted contemptuously at them, "You don't even know where NY lives in NY, and you dare to say it's our Big Apple taxi driver?" ”

Big Apple – The Big Apple, another name for New York, already existed at this time. And what made that moniker carry forward was a horse racing journalist named John Fitzgerald.

As recently as 1920, he happened to hear two horse boys refer to the city's racecourse as the "Big Apple" to signify their differences. As a result, he called his column "On the Big Apple," thus making the term synonymous with New York racetracks. Then more and more people used it, so it became a New Yorker's endearing name for their city.

"NY's NY?!"

As soon as Tom's words came out, Young Master Huang saw that the expressions of those drivers all changed.

"Shh

The bearded man whistled and suddenly realized, "Wow! It turned out to be the Chinese guy who won 500,000 US dollars in bets and donated it all without frowning...... Well, man. ”

Among all the deeds of Yuan Yanqian, the lower class people in the United States remember this incident the most.

That's half a million dollars, and they'll ...... for the rest of their lives. Maybe you won't be able to earn that much in two or three lifetimes. And the Chinese changed hands and donated it to NYU, which made the poor ghosts forget it.

"That's right, it's him!" Tom said triumphantly, "Don't you read the newspaper?" He is still Mr. Einstein's most admired 'American' writer! ”

"Hmmm......"

These drivers really don't read the newspaper because they are illiterate. However, in these days, there is no "uselessness of reading" and "anti-intellectualism", and even low-level civilians respect intellectuals very much.

What's more, when the Grand Magister first arrived in New York, the city government held a parade for him. Even these illiterate coarse people knew that Einstein was a great scientist worthy of respect.

"Sir, please come with me." Tom graciously took the suitcase in Young Master Huang's hand, and politely shouted an honorific title.

The bearded man didn't mean to get angry at all if the bamboo pole was not knocked, but very consciously took a few steps back with the other drivers and made way of a passage.

In fact, it is not easy for these rough embryos to do this step.

"Thank you." Huang Zongyi, who was very well educated, raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat, nodded to everyone in thanks, and followed Tom to a Ford Model T with eighty percent of the new car.

It has to be said that racial discrimination is very difficult to change.

Even in the Western world a hundred years from now, except for a few who have been baptized by pluralism and universal values, other Caucasians will not see colored people in their hearts, even if they don't say it.

But then again, this thing is part of human nature. Human beings instinctively label everything in the world.

Children instinctively think that green vegetables are bad and red meat is good, because most plants in nature are poisonous or have a bad taste. When adults grow up, they like to eat meat more than they like vegetables.

In the same way, the stereotypes of other races that were formed during the formative years were deeply ingrained.

And what is there to respect about the Chinese Yankees in these years?

Not to mention driving the United Nations forces south of the 38th parallel, the Eight-Nation Coalition had just walked around their capital twenty years ago...... Don't talk about the world factory of "go your own way and don't let others have a way", let alone the world market of "what you sell and what is expensive",

Even if the Seris no longer want to admit it, the Seris of the early twentieth century deserved to be discriminated against.

But here he is......

He didn't think he could single-handedly completely change the perception of the Cyris in the West.

He's just ready for white and colored people to be equally drowned in the red blood of their own transparent tears!

This of course also includes the blood of the Seris......

Of course, they have to shed blood, shed enough blood, otherwise how can they understand the truth of this world?

The Void with the "Eye of Nothingness" does not intend to make that period of history void at all, and in this timeline, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the land of gold dust should also be soaked in tears and blood......

SO HAT？！

He doesn't use clumsy means to evade like his fellow traversers.

Nor does he pretend that he is really powerless.

He will look directly at the mountain of corpses and blood, at the hell on earth, and at the historical tragedy.

He would also point to the corpses in sight and laugh, look, look, look. This is the fate of the slaves who died in the country!

If Huaxia needs him, a traverser, to achieve Phoenix Nirvana, then he would rather be a foreigner in this life.

For such a weak nation is not worthy of being his countrymen, and for such a hopeless country is not worthy of being his fatherland.

Only the nation in his memory that can be reborn without a traveler is his true compatriot, and only the country in his memory that can come back without a golden finger is his true motherland.

For the sake of his true compatriots and the true motherland, he will not mind walking with those demons in history, and he will have no scruples to come up with a "grand plan" that only the devil can come up with.

Why complain about heaven and others, and why be compassionate?

Come, come, come.

Raise a glass, in this cup is the Yangtze River water from the sky in Li Taibai's poem,

Raise a glass, in this cup is the inexhaustible heroic blood of the Yan and Huang nobles,

Raise a glass, this cup is a celebration wine that has been aged for a hundred years.

Drink, drink, drink.

Cheers, he didn't come to make this world peaceful,

Cheers, he came to let this world listen,

Cheers, he's here to turn this world into a morgue!

And a very important piece of the puzzle in our Master Yuan's "grand plan" has come to his peace...... Well, downstairs in a luxury apartment.