Subtitle of this chapter: Master Yuan, who is the old and welcomes the new

"My Fool, what did you tell your fellow countrymen that they can make them so devastated?"

"Your Excellency Justice, I just introduced them to a small part of our just cause."

"My fool, is smuggling arms a small part of the cause of justice?"

"Your Excellency..." Master Yuan, sitting in the passenger seat, sat upright, and looked at Mr. Chandler with bright eyes and said, "During this period of time, you should really read those works with that Professor Jill. Yuri, we must see the essence through phenomena..."

"Auntie, we need to see the essence through phenomena. Hongjian is really a good young man!"

"Huilan, wait first. Why did you call him Hongjian after meeting him?"

"This is not...you just ignore that. He invited us to his cultural salon tomorrow, and there are many local writers from New York who will attend."

"Tomorrow is Sunday 19th... No, I'm going to go to the YMCA church to pay a visit, and I happened to meet the church members of the y.wwwc.a. and y.w.c.a. in New York. I heard that there are many Chinese people in it."

The y.wwwc.a. mentioned by Miss Wei Mingzhu is the Youngmen’s ‘schristianassociation. It was founded in London, England on June 6, 1844 by British businessman George William. The original intention of the founding was to improve the spiritual life and social and cultural environment of young people by strengthening their beliefs and promoting social service activities.

In 1855, on the basis of y.wwwc.a, the Y.W.c.a. Christian Women's Association was established in London. Both were introduced to Cyris at the end of the 19th century. Miss Song Er's first profession after returning to China was to work as an English teacher at the local Y.W.

Since even Seris had these two things, there were naturally branches in America and Nanyang. For young people in the middle and upper class at that time, if they were Christians, this was a good dating organization.

In fact, many of the second and third generations of American students and overseas Chinese have joined these two organizations.

Of course, it is very normal for Chinese to become Christians these days. Fortunately, Yuan Hongjian's great-great-law Yuan Yanshu was originally a filial son, and he had a little courage. He knew that he hated this foreign thing the most. If he entered the foreign church, he would probably have to cut off his father-son relationship with him. So even if he stayed in the church school of Hujiang University for four years, he did not become a Christian. After going abroad to New York, he had fun for three years, and he had no time to join the YMCA.

"Huilan, are you going with me?"

"Auntie, but I have already promised me, how can I break the contract? You should go to the salon with me."

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of ecstasy that guy gave you. Anyway, I won't go. I'm tired and go back to my room."

"Auntie...ah!"

The next morning, Miss Wei Mingzhu went to the church alone and had not returned until noon. Ms. Huang Huilan had to go to Yuan Yanshu's luxurious apartment by herself next to the Hudson River.

"Mrs. Gu, I'm so happy to see you."

"Mr. Yuan, I want to thank you for your invitation."

Our Master Yuan looked behind the female guest and asked in confusion: "Mrs. Gu, are you still alone today?"

Ms. Huang Huilan said awkwardly: "Mr. Yuan, I'm so embarrassed. My 'friend' is still a little uncomfortable, so I'm sorry I didn't come."

"That's it..." Yuan Yan finally felt something was wrong, but she couldn't let the guests stay at the door, so she had to laugh, "It's okay, there's still a chance next time. Mrs. Gu, please come in."

He diligently helped the minister's wife take off her coat and handed it to the waiter beside her, and personally led her to the living room, and introduced loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, today I am honored to be the wife of the Chinese ambassador to the United States in Qingdao."

The guests present were mainly those in the literary circle, and they all stood up politely when they heard this.

"Mrs. Gu, let me introduce you to you, this is a famous contemporary American writer..."

"This is a famous contemporary American female writer..."

"This is a famous young American writer..."

"This is a famous contemporary poet in the United States and Britain..."

"This is a famous contemporary American horror novelist..."

"This is a famous American contemporary romance novel writer..."

"This is a friend of the famous contemporary American romance novel writer and my lawyer..."

"This is..." Yuan Yan suddenly pointed to Miss Ainiuka and introduced, "My secretary, Miss Ainiuka-Rochelle."

Huang Huilan looked at Xiaolongnu, who was definitely not worse than her aunt, and her mood was a little complicated. However, she just sighed in her heart and stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, Miss Rochelle."

"Hello, Madam of the Minister."

After a round of greetings, Huang Huilan sat on the main seat. She was also a young lady who often participated in the cultural salon. So she calmed down and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about?"

Miss Helen Brown, a famous American contemporary romance novelist, was excited and said: "Mrs. Gu, Neo is about to read a new poem from him."

As we all know, our Master Yuan is not only very modest but also very honest. He immediately corrected: "This poem was not written by me, but was created by a general of our Cyris. I just translated it into English."

The famous contemporary poet Ts-Eliot, in the United States and Britain, disagree with his statement and retorted: "Translation of poetry itself is a kind of re-creation, not to mention that it is translated from mysterious Oriental Chinese characters into modern English. I can't wait to hear it, Mr. Yuan, read it quickly."

Everyone also echoed, "Yes, Neo. Let's start."

Yuan Yan smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll be ugly."

He came to the center of the living room, put his hand in his pants pocket and walked for a few steps, then closed his eyes and brewed his emotions.

Finally, our Master Yuan lowered his head and whispered in a thick baritone voice: "The distant Mount Tai shows a dark figure..."

His head was slightly raised, and his tone became lighter and said, "The heavy foundation supports the shallow high-level..."

"If one day..." He suddenly raised his head and looked around the people in the living room, and this time he recited in a stern tone, "Someone turned the world upside down..."

After a while, he suddenly pulled out his hands from his pocket and pointed directly above, shouting with a sonorous and powerful voice: "The old traditions will surely be broken into pieces!"
Chapter completed!