Subtitle of this chapter: I don't bother to think about headaches

"Mrs. Gu, please allow me to introduce you, this person is..."

Huang Huilan looked at the young man in the evening dress in front of her and couldn't help but get wet... Well, she lost her body... Well, she lost her mind. The reason is naturally because this stinky man who openly kept a mistress was so handsome.

The second daughter of the richest man in Nanyang has seen a good-looking man, nor has she seen a gentleman with outstanding temperament. However, Yuan Hongjian's appearance and temperament perfectly merged into a strong and handsome look that was overwhelming, which made the newlywed young woman's face and feet soft, and also made her, the young woman's heart jump out of joy.

The doubts in her heart were finally answered. No wonder the twelve sisters of the Tang family cried and shouted to marry him. Mrs. Gu couldn't help but look at Mrs. Wu Er not far away with sympathy, and found that the gentleman's face was also very ugly, probably because she was shocked by the handsomeness of her rival.

But she immediately had another puzzlement. Why do such a handsome man have to go to Jiyuan to raise a mistress? It should be me... well, my aunt is the right one to raise him!

In this way, if Yuan Hongjian has only two women around him, does that mean that he is actually not a lustful person, but a good man who is self-disciplined? Even if such a good man who values ​​love and friendship is asked to let me...well, my aunt is willing to be a mistress.

Well, no matter which parallel world, it is a world that looks at faces!

In fact, our Master Yuan’s charm value is not as good as the firepower, and it is only 16 o’clock. After this period of unremitting exploration, he finally found that the charm value of 16 o’clock in daily life is almost the limit. If it is high, some situations that he cannot control himself will occur.

For example, Miss Lilian Gish and Miss Ainukar each time they see him with a charm value above 16 o'clock, they will show the expression they want to eat him, which looks really scary.

"Hello, Mr. Yuan."

After all, the Minister's wife was a wealthy daughter who had seen big scenes. She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and actively stretched out her jade hand. However, Yuan Yan was stunned when she saw this. She raised her hand a little too high...

Oh, I understand, the upper class Chinese people have to come here!

He hurriedly stepped forward, gently lifted his little hand, bent his waist down, and put his head forward, giving a very standard and elegant kiss.

Then Yuan Yanshu didn't know what was wrong in his mind, probably because he was held by someone's jewelry. Wherever he was excited, he wrote a French sentence: "Mrs. Beautiful Minister, it's my honor to see you."

"The Beautiful Princess" eyes lit up and asked in French very happily: "Mr. Yuan, do you speak French too? Yes... You don't know how to do French or put the story background of "The Lovely Chocolate" in France."

In fact, our Master Yuan’s French skills are limited to saying hello, so he immediately turned to English and asked: “Mrs. Gu, have you also read my "Chocolate in Love"?"

"Of course, I have read your masterpiece several times, and it is so good to write it."

"Gu... Well, Ms. Huang is really over-the-win, actually I just..."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Hearing the heavy "cough" sounds next to Luo Jiaxiang, Huang Huilan and Yuan Yan suddenly realized that this occasion seemed not suitable for chatting.

It was around 7 p.m. on December 18, and they were in the lobby of the Consulate General of the Republic of China in New York. There were not many people attending this welcoming dinner, except for their guests, they were also insiders of the consulate.

Yuan Yan suddenly raised her fist and put it in front of her mouth to cough gently, and said with a straight look: "Huang... Well, Mrs. Gu, I'm very happy to know you. If you are interested in literature, welcome to my literature... Well, literature salon."

Huang Huilan also replied seriously: "Mr. Yuan, thank you for your invitation. If you have time, I will definitely go..."

She finally remembered the truth and said, "I have a 'friend' who also likes Mr. Yuan's novels. I took the liberty to ask, can I take her to your salon?"

The matchmaker has made up her mind to let her aunt marry this handsome guy...well, a great writer. If she doesn't marry, then she will...well, let's persuade her...well, let's persuade her.

Master Yuan naturally understood who this 'friend' was, so he replied happily: "I am very welcome to Mrs. Gu and your 'friend'..."

"Mrs. Gu, Secretary Luo and Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry, I'll bother you."

Just then a young man inserted it in and greeted him in Cantonese Mandarin.

Luo Jiaxiang and Huang Huilan's expressions immediately became a little unnatural, but Secretary Luo still introduced: "Hongjian, this is the second son of Duke Zhiyong."

Therefore, the people of Cyris in this era do not like to speak well. If Master Yuan hadn't expected it, he wouldn't have known that Zhiyong was Wu Tingfang's name, but everyone else was so natural.

Now he had to bite the bullet and say, "Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Wu, I'm lucky to be lucky."

This young master Wu, who is pretty and handsome, said politely: "Mr. Yuan is polite. I'm a man named Harxia. I wonder if you can speak with me, sir?"

Really, what do you have to say to you? A character like you who takes the initiative to give away a girl will definitely be criticized by readers as a dog after a hundred years. People like to watch what they collect at home, so how can they like to watch what they recommend?

No, I can't have more contact with such people, as it will reduce my subscription...well, it's very stylish.

"That's it..."

He was perfunctory and kicked Uncle Luo Shi hiddenly on his feet. The latter immediately said, "Second Young Master, and two VIPs are waiting to see Hongjian. I think you might as well chat with him another day?"

Yuan Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "Oh, Uncle Luo Shi almost forgot if he didn't mention it. How can we Cialis people be rude to friendly people? Second young master, I will take the lead and forgive me for my crimes."

As he said that, he pulled Luo Jiaxiang and ran away.

They were really sing double acts, but they really didn't lie. There were two foreigners, one old and one young, sitting in a side hall next to them.

The old one is already in his early fifties, with short gray hair, a round head and a short neck, a strong figure and a calm temperament. At first glance, he is from a military background; the young one is only in his early twenty years, with a very handsome face and very Aryan style.

When they saw two Cyris coming in, they stood up.

Luo Jiaxiang, the first-class secretary, became the introducer again.

"German VIPs, this is Mr. yanshu-yuan."

"Hongjian, this is the Count of Scharnhorst who came to award you a medal from the Netherlands."

"I'm very happy to see you, Mr. Yuan. After seeing your article, His Majesty said that he didn't expect that there was also his confidant among the Seris. He also admired your talents very much and hoped to have the opportunity to communicate with you in person."

"Your Excellency Kezhe, thank you for your country's abolishment... Well, the emperor's love is so frightened..."

By the way, this Kozhai's surname is Sharnhorst, which is not a good sign.

The most famous figure in this family is the founder of the Prussian General Staff, Count Gerhard Johandavid von Scharnhorst. In 1802, when he was the principal of the Berlin Military School, he set up a "military association" in Berlin, bringing in a group of open-minded officers, including the later famous authority on Western military ideas, Clausewitz, the author of "About War". This is also the prototype of the General Staff.

As for why Master Yuan felt that the omen was bad, it was because the German Navy had named warships after the name of Schánhorst several times, and the outcome of these warships was not very good.

The Schánhorst in World War I was a new armored cruiser launched in 1907. It was the flagship of the maritime guerrilla fleet commanded by Maximilian von Spee. It was later sunk by a battle cruiser led by British Studi in the Battle of the Falkland Islands. Spee, his two sons, and more than 2,000 German sailors were buried under the sea with the ship.

A battlecruiser in the Atlantic Fleet of the Third Reich was named the Schanehorst, which sank the British Glory fleet aircraft carrier, but eventually sank the Naval Battle of the North Point.

In any case, Count Schánhorst was an important figure in Prussian military history, and his descendants became William II's attendant military officer. Later, Heinz William Guderian called the German General Staff the "direct descendants" of Schánhorst and Gnezenau in his war memoirs.

"Mr. Yuan, please allow me to introduce this. This is my adjutant, Mr. Stauffenberg."

"Hello, Mr. Yuan."

"Hello, Mr. Stoffenberg." Yuan Yan couldn't help asking when he heard this surname, "Sorry, I'll take the liberty to ask, where are you from?"

Of course, the handsome German young man didn't understand why he asked this, but he still answered honestly: "Mr. Yuan, I was born in Yetingen, a small town near Stuttgart."

"Oh, then are your mothers descendants of Marshal Gnezenao?"

The other party said in surprise: "That's right, Mr. Yuan."

"Then your age...well, do you have a younger brother?"

"I do have two younger brothers." Mr. Stauffenberg asked in surprise, "Mr. Yuan, how did you know?!"

"That's it..."

Well, that's right. This guy should be the elder brother of the one-eyed colonel Klaus von Stoffenberg who later assassinated Hitler. And their mother was the descendant of August William Anton Knighthart von Gnezenau, one of the "two fathers of the General Staff" mentioned earlier. (Author's note: It's better to write about Germans, and their names are all in a long list.)

Yuan Yanshu made up casually: "Mr. Stauffenberg, I am very interested in the history of your country's army construction. I asked my German friends to collect a lot of historical materials for me. Therefore, I heard from my friends mention your family, so I had a little impression."

This family is a typical Junker military aristocrat. Both of their parents came from a senior military officer family, and their men later joined the National Defense Forces. In this way, the omens are not very good.

After the four of them took their seats, the attendant of the Emperor De Huang said slowly: "Mr. Yuan, you should know our purpose, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Scharnhorst."

The old man nodded and said, "In addition to the knight's title, His Majesty will also grant you an annuity of 100,000 marks per year..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Is this one hundred thousand mark a golden mark or a paper mark?"

Mr. Stauffenberg next to him immediately said, "Mr. Yuan, of course... the paper mark is...."

Yuan Yan thought to himself that he was indeed a poor man, even giving annuity money is so stingy. What a hundred thousand mark, it is only 250 US dollars.

The Versailles Treaty signed by the countries participating in the war in January this year stipulated that Germany's compensation amount was 4.9 billion pounds, 33 billion US dollars, or 132 billion marks, which means that at this time one dollar could still be exchanged for 40 marks. After that, Mark began to depreciate, and at the end of 1920, one dollar was equivalent to more than 400 marks. This was just the beginning. In another year, in early 1922, one dollar could be exchanged for more than 4,000. By November 1923, Mark had depreciated to 1 dollar equal to 420,000,000,000 marks (420 billion). At that time, a loaf of bread cost one trillion marks.

Well, the only gold coupon that could be comparable to the depreciation speed of paper marks in later generations was the gold coupon. Chuanlin Beile achieved a great deed that even the Seris people after the Song Dynasty had never done before, that was to eliminate counterfeit banknotes.

"Mr. Yuan, are you willing to accept it?"

"Of course, this is my honor."

Luo Jiaxiang, the diplomat, finally couldn't help it, and he suggested, "We might as well choose a good day to hold a ceremony..."

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The three people in the hall said in unison that no words. The two Germans thought this was William II's nonsense, so they naturally did not want to make it public. And our Master Yuan didn't really hope that others would know that he had become a Junker.

If he had to be an Aryan-span, the title of Junker Knight was still very useful. It would be a perfect match for the Crossman to become a senior leader of the National Defense Forces or the Third Reich, based on his knowledge of the Time Traveler.

Now, like a yellow man, can he really get involved with the Nazis and the extreme racists with distorted values ​​in the future?

A hundred years later, many Nazi organizations with local characteristics appeared in the world. Forget old European countries, there are also Eastern European countries, and even yellow Nazis like Mongolia and Seris. The problem is that the neo-Nazis in the latter countries seem to have no idea that they are inferior nations in the eyes of the genuine Nazis. Even if they are not made into soap, they are not qualified to be on par with the real Aryans.

Yuan Yan Shu had a bit of a philanthropist, but he was not Huang Na. He still understood this in his heart. If he really wanted to influence the decisions of Xiaowang and the Third Reich and then change the course of history, he had to use white gloves like Mr. Chandler. He, a yellow-type neoclassical liberal master, would definitely not be able to come forward.

"Gentlemen, we Cialis have a saying that choosing a day is worse than a day. Let's do it here!"

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Chapter completed!