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

Public intellectuals from Wuxi, China, stood in the public square in front of the Public Library in New York, USA, looking at the two famous stone-carved lions. These two lions were named "Aster Lion" and "Lenuks Lion". He thought to himself that America does not have enough cultural heritage, they are all male. Unlike us, Cyris, who emphasize the balance of yin and yang, always one male and one female.

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

Why did he have to establish a relationship with the New York Library?

This is a stupid question!

Our Master Yuan has no chance to deal with the Peking University librarian in person, nor can he become the greatest Marxist theorist since the loyal reader of the British Library.

But he can't live with the addiction of "library".

Just as Yuan Yan suddenly thought about how to raise his historical status and become the "Three Sages of Library", he felt that his eyes were dark. He looked up and saw that it was not a dark cloud floating in the sky, but a tall old man slowly walked past him.

A hundred years later, Master Yuan's 1.75-meter-long size can only be considered a second-class disabled person, but in 1920, he was definitely not short even in the pile of white skins. However, the old man was a head taller than Yuan Yanshu, and was estimated to be at least 1.95 meters tall.

This guy is a little older and dressed up a little shabby. However, he has handsome eyebrows and calm eyes, and has a grey beard.

He sat on the bench next to the square, took out a large piece of bread in paper bag from his coat pocket, broke it and threw it on the ground. The doves in the square were attracted by the bread crumbs and gradually surrounded...

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

"DiDiDi, this system releases a temporary task: Capture the Minions..."

"Master Ball, wait! This guy is a 'minkey man'? This setting is a bit wrong. He is obviously a Frankenstein. On the contrary, I am quite cute... No, I am quite stupid... Bah, I am not a 'minkey man'!"

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

"Master Ball, it's rare that you spit out ivory from your dog's mouth. I like this setting. Then talk about the content of the mission."

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

"Task Reward: To be determined. Note: This task issues powerful skill cards."

"Punishment of failure: Intelligence is reduced by four. Note: The host can refuse to accept this task, but intelligence still needs to be reduced by two."

After reading the task content, Yuan Yanshu understood that this was a temporary task with opportunities and risks coexisting.

He remembered very clearly that this was the first temporary task in Master Ball to give up the task and punish, and it was also the first time that he added the "strong" prefix in front of the skill. In other words, this task is difficult to complete, but the reward after completion must be very powerful.

Moreover, according to the history books, the other party's personality is a bit strange. He ran up and asked him to become his "minique", and the chance of success was close to zero. Even if he told him about that, it would probably not be possible.

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 currency is 9998."

It's really unlucky, it's almost 10,000. Ten thousand b coins can be collected randomly under a well-known writer. Now I have to look at my luck and the "conscience" of the Master Ball system.

"Master Ball, if you randomly draw English science fiction novels, it is 1,000b coins per book, right? Then you can draw nine science fiction novels for me."

"Dangdangdang, congratulations to the host for drawing..."

"Dangdangdang, congratulations to the host for drawing..."

...

His old man's "luck" is not good or his conscience has been broken. The first eight books are all rubbish that I have never heard of. They are either space operas with fantasy that are greater than science fiction or they are so soft that they can only be said to be pseudoscience fiction novels.

So if you don’t get a good product in the last book, it’s better to give up your two intelligence wisely.

"Dangdangdang, congratulations to the host for drawing..."

This broken system is rare to give a pretty good science fiction novel with conscience.

Yuan Yan suddenly pondered for a moment and tidied up her clothes and walked straight to the bench. He sat down naturally without even asking. He took the bread from the old man and tore it into two portions, handed it back half, and took a small piece with his other half and threw it on the ground.

"Frankenstein" glanced at him, and took back half of the bread without changing his expression.

Then, the young and old sat on the chair and fed the pigeons without saying a word...

"Attention, that Chinese is in contact with people, you are all watching."

"This...the head. They are just feeding pigeons, why are they just connecting? And who are the Chinese people? Didn't you say he is not a red molecule?"

"What do you know? There must be someone instructing the Chinese man behind him, and it may even be... Forget it, you don't believe it after saying it. Does anyone know that old guy?"

"Boss, this old guy looks familiar..."

About an hour later, it became dark and all the bread in their hands entered the pigeon's belly. The old man dusted the debris from his pants, stood up and was about to leave.

Yuan Yan suddenly said, "hi, oldman. Wouldn't you invite me to a meal?"

The tall old man turned to look at him and said lightly: "oh, youngman. If you want to have a meal, come with me."

"They are leaving, follow us!"

"What are they doing in the church? Head, look at where they are lined up."

That's right, the tall old man took Master Yuan to the side door of a church, and lined up behind a group of ragged tramps to receive the dinner given by the church.

Yuan Yan was wearing a crisp handmade suit, a high-end wool coat, a valuable top hat on her head, and leather shoes that could see people's shadows under her feet. However, he lined up behind the old man without frowning, and even greeted An Zhi and the homeless people around him.

"Clang, tanglang, tanglang, tanglang, tanglang, tanglang."

The night clock at six o'clock was knocked, and the side door was opened. A group of clergy brought out several buckets of steaming soup and baskets of bread from the church and began to distribute it to the vagabonds in line.

“Gaude Durex Oil…”

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Murong saw some patients complaining about being delayed, but I think the plot has been very fast recently. Of course, it is also possible that the "plot" I understand is not much the same as these patients. Dealing with various "historical figures" is also the plot.

You guys, Murong did not go against routines and deliberately did not write about how the protagonist became famous all over the world. But in the book, it was 1920! The flow of people and logistics information flow was extremely slow... It seemed that something strange was plaguing in. Of course, this process was a bit slow.

As for economics and history, our Master Yuan has not even finished his doctoral thesis, and he is not even qualified to debate with well-known economists. And to be honest, these contents must be both interesting and easy to write, not too watery or too dry, which is really not easy.

There is also the Republic of China chapter... Murong is not boasting either. The Republic of China chapter I wrote must be very popular because of the praises. How can you all understand it? So I am still thinking about how to write it, or simply write a free extra chapter.
Chapter completed!