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Lin Mu replied naturally and easily: "I was born in China! "He neither analyzes nor hides the consciousness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"So can you tell me if this is the best tea? There are many types of tea in China/China, with different colors and aromas. It's a unique variety, and as far as I know, it's on par with fine tea. ā€

Lin Mu brought the bowl to his lips and took a sip gently, the fragrance was faint, difficult to fathom, a ghostly fragrance loomed on the tip of his tongue, he said: "I'm not very good at tea tasting, but I feel that this tea is particularly palatable and fragrant." ā€

"Nowadays, young people prefer to drink coffee, and tea needs to be tasted slowly to be able to get real enjoyment. Mr. Lin should be familiar with Chinese/Chinese classical works, right? ā€

Lin Mu said very modestly that he only knew a little bit of the surface, and he understood that the knowledge of this old man full of wisdom and metaphors at the moment was probably as vast as the sea, and his little insight was indeed not worth mentioning. Eventually, the mysterious signal was sent again, and the waiter walked in and removed the tea bowl. This is the spiritual godfather of the 'Self-Improvement Association', and he said straight to the point:

"You may be generally familiar with the history of the Chinese in the United States, but in any case, you know that Chinese/Chinese immigration to the United States began with the gold rush in the western United States in the nineteen-forties of the nineteenth century. It was this wave that dragged the peasants of the Pearl River Delta in Guangdong, who had always had a tradition of going to the South Seas, to a completely unfamiliar land. In 1852 alone, 30,000 Chinese laborers arrived in San Francisco. ā€

"By the seventies of the nineteenth century, there were 100,000 Chinese workers in the United States. In the sixties of the nineteenth century, the gold mines in the western United States were gradually depleted, and tens of thousands of Chinese laborers devoted themselves to the construction of railroads connecting the central and western parts of the United States. They were built from Sacramento, California, west to east, and Irish immigrants from Omaha, Nebraska, east to west, for four years before finally meeting at Ogoden, Utah. Due to the harsh natural environment and extremely difficult working conditions, the tea of the Chinese/Chinese people and the wine of the Irish people became the refreshing and relieving drinks of the laborers, so it is said that "the tea of the Chinese/Chinese people and the wine of the Irish people built a railroad across the continental United States". After the completion of the railway, these Chinese/Chinese laborers used their rich farming experience to introduce the traditional method of colonizing the wetlands of the Pearl River Delta, and reclaimed many swamp wetlands in California into thousands of hectares of fertile land, laying the foundation for California to eventually become the orchard and vegetable garden of the United States. ā€

"The odious thing is that just as they are slowly learning to adapt to life in the United States, some politicians in the western United States, under the clamor of interest groups that compete with Chinese workers, especially trade unions, are exaggerating some ugly aspects of the Chinese community (Chinatown), such as gambling, without limit. Bo, **, crow. Pieces and gangs. faction, which started a political campaign to exclude Chinese, culminated in a series of Chinese exclusion bills in state and federal legislatures. The wave of Chinese exclusion on the West Coast of the United States has brought huge losses to the lives and property of Chinese workers. During the year, there were as many as 262 murders of Chinese workers. Due to the constraints of the anti-Chinese forces, local governments in the United States often do nothing and allow the rioters to do evil, resulting in an endless stream of anti-Chinese incidents. The Chinese gangs in the United States were born in this living environment. The old man told the history of Chinese Americans like a treasure.

"After a few more years, the self-proclaimed civilization of Western society has made great strides forward, but the situation of Chinese people in the United States has not changed much. At this time, a young Chinese worker with a dream of making a fortune crossed the ocean and came to this strange land. After the first few difficult years, he finally accumulated some capital. Armed with what now seems to be a meager possessions, he came to New York alone, when he was only twenty-five years old, and he could barely make ends meet by doing some manual labor in New York's Chinatown. At this time, World War II broke out. The United States was soon drawn into the war, and he was drafted into the army and sent to the Pacific to fight against Japan. ā€

"The war on those small islands was very fierce, the Japanese were fierce, and there were fierce battles for many of the islands, which often changed hands several times, and the number of casualties was also very large. In the eyes of a white officer, both black and Chinese soldiers must be at the forefront, and in the battles he has participated in, on average, three black or Chinese soldiers have been killed without killing or wounding a white soldier. ā€

Fortunately, although he was wounded several times, and the other Chinese who joined the army with him died on the battlefield, he survived. It was not his heroic performance that brought him off the battlefield, but a severe malaria attack that nearly cost him his life after three days and three nights in a coma. In the end, he survived. ā€

At this time, Germany had surrendered on the European battlefield, and the Japanese army in the Pacific theater was only at the end of its strength, and he returned to the United States at this time. If he were a white man, he might have received a large pension and a battle medal, but he was a Chinese, and he paid the price of blood for the country, but he could not be treated fairly. ā€

The old man paused for a moment and moved towards the woods, as if he were translating a distant and secluded dream. "I think the story about this gentleman can come to an end at this time."

"And the story I'm going to tell next is a bit bizarre, although the time and place of its occurrence are far from the previous story, but there is a seemingly absurd but very close connection between the two, so before listening to this story, I hope you can be fully prepared!" The old man did not rush to tell the next story, but kindly gave Lin Mu a suggestion, and then he continued:

"In the 80s, China was just opening up, and after a decade-long catastrophe, people finally ushered in the dawn of hope. There was a young man, also twenty-five, with great ambitions and a newly formed family. But an unexpected car accident took his young life. ā€

After a period of silence, Lin Mu said very calmly: "Please forgive me for interjecting, but I don't understand this story clearly, the story has just begun, and then the protagonist dies?" ā€

"I know," replied in a low voice, "that it is impossible to say it all at once, and that is what I want to explain before the end of this conversation." But now, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk about some of the simpler cases, and there's one thing that I think you'll be very interested in. It is not untrue that the life of the protagonist in the second story was terminated by the sudden car accident, but the story is not over, and the person who has 'died' is unexpectedly resurrected. ā€

"Back from the dead?" Lin Mu's eyes widened.

The old man nodded yes, "The situation is similar to what you think, but unfortunately when he woke up, he found that he had come to the United States in 1946, he occupied the body of a Chinese named Chen Quan, and there was an inexplicable memory of Chen Quan in his mind." ā€

"Really?" Lin Mu's voice was a little tight. Zhang, despite his best efforts to contain it, his heart was still pounding. For the first time in the world, Lin Mu heard about the other traversers, and how did this calm him down.

But the old man is clearly already immersed in his own. In his memory, he didn't notice the panic in Lin Mu's expression. It sounds like an unbelievable experience, but it's in this horrific way that the two stories come together. The next two stories finally merged into one story, and you know it made me a lot easier. ā€

"And then?" Lin Mu said these three words almost subconsciously.

After experiencing the confusion at the beginning, Chen Quan finally accepted this absurd fact, and thought about the historical trend of the next few decades, which in itself was an immeasurable wealth, and he decided to go for it. After full preparation, Chen Quan began to implement his plan in an orderly manner. He saw the chaos of post-war social management in the United States, and began to secretly accumulate energy and strengthen his own strength under the cover of gangs/gangs. ā€

During this time, he used the knowledge of his previous life to quickly accumulate . A lot of wealth. He worked with the Rockefeller oil family and manipulated the financial markets with Morgan's financial oligarchy. At the same time, he is also ambitious and ready to rewrite his own destiny, and he has the general trend of historical development in the coming decades, so he has a head start. ā€

"Soon, a secret Chinese organization called the 'Self-Improvement Society' began to be formed. He then found a young man named Mulder in this organization. The young man had the courage and wisdom to quickly gain his favor, so he decided to give the young man an important task. ā€

He asked Lao Mu to help him take care of the scattered things he had run before. Industries everywhere? Lin Mu had already guessed the later result.

"It started out as just one. Later, as Mulder's business talent was gradually discovered, he began to trust all the industries in his hands to Mulder to take care of, and Mulder did not live up to his high expectations, he was capable and rich in business talent, and a huge economic empire began to take shape under Mulder's resourceful planning. Mulder should have told you the story of what happened during this period, and I won't talk about it here. ā€

"In fact, Lao Mu only told me the story before the disbandment of the 'Self-improvement Association'." Lin Mu added.

"He's also for your own good, and sometimes knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing. A lot did happen later, but it didn't have much to do with what we're talking about today. And the end result, in fact, you already know. Mulder was so good that his contribution to the economic empire was almost as good as that of its founders. One day, however, he suddenly said that he was tired, and then he ran away and became a gardener. His career is not finished, and the loss of him is irreparable. This economic empire is bigger than you can imagine, and it is not easy to control it, and it will not be so easy for me to do it myself until my body is declining. ā€

The old man was silent for a long time, with hints of questioning. Later, he said, "You may be surprised, do you know what I mean? ā€

Lin Mu replied slowly in a low voice, "I think I can already guess it." ā€

"Can you really guess anything else after my long and bizarre narrative?"

When the old man spoke just now, Lin Mu listened very carefully, which made him not have time to fully comprehend the meaning of his words; At this time, he thought carefully, but was so shocked that he was speechless. When his brain came to a certain conclusion, he couldn't hold back and stammered: "It seems impossible, but the conclusion can't be otherwise, this is an amazing, peculiar conclusion, it's incredible, but I still have the ability to believe it!" ā€

"What's that, my child?"

Lin Mu trembled with excitement, for some reason, he didn't want to hide the conclusion he had reached, "That Chen Quan, who inherited the memories from the later generations, is still alive, he is you!" ā€

The old man offered to drink tea to refresh himself, and the conversation was temporarily suspended, but Lin Mu was not surprised, because such a long conversation was very tiring, and he himself was satisfied with such a pause. He got so much information from this conversation that he needed time to process the information in his head.

The silence lasted until the tea bowl was taken away, and Lin Mu said quite calmly at this time: "Now let's resume the discussion that was interrupted just now, in fact, you have not yet judged my assumptions. ā€

"You're right, my boy."

"You didn't tell Lao Mu about this?"

"Nope."

"Then why am I so honored?"

"Because I'm almost certain that you're the same kind of person as me!" The old man's cloudy eyes shone with a hint of wisdom.

"The same kind of people?" Lin Mu felt that he should not have revealed any flaws, but the determined look on the old man's face made him hesitate a little.

The old man reverted to his original emotionless tone, "I admit that you are a very cautious person, but you have overlooked a very important matter, according to my understanding, your father is incense. Hong Kong people, and the mother is Taiwan. Bay people, you were born in Taiwan. Bay. ā€

"You're right."

"This makes me wonder if your parents have never been to mainland China, and you were born in Taiwan. According to common sense, your Chinese pronunciation should be Hokkien. But just now you seem to have forgotten that we have been talking in mainland standard Mandarin! ā€

"It doesn't seem like a problem, and I may have learned Mandarin later in communicating with others." Lin Mu didn't want to admit his identity so easily, especially if he couldn't fully trust the other party. (To be continued.) )

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