Subtitle of this chapter: Flowers and Paris under the illumination of Red Star Mars

The author declares: In order to prevent the following chapters from being nihilistic because of the crime of historical nihilism, the characters on the stage had to be a little nihilistic. Please forgive me, my patients.

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China, poor students, working part-time... These three magical words penetrated into the ears of "Ai Newka-Rochelle", making "her" feel tight.

In fact, the first thing that our Master Yuan thought of was...

"Master Ball, are you here?"

With a "swoosh" sound, red and green balls appeared in front of him.

"Monsieur, I'm here!"

"Master Ball, your Dutch-flavored French is so authentic! By the way, please check the S value for me."

"In the query... the host's current S value is 77%. Congratulations to the host, you have done a lot of things recently because you heard about it, so you have cut a lot of S value."

"Master Ball, doesn't that mean I can go downstairs?"

"Host, you can still go downstairs. But you still have to be careful. This S value cannot withstand your creation."

"Master Ball, I understand. But I've come here, I'm really unwilling to go down to meet these people!"

Yuan Yan shook her head suddenly, feeling that the headache had been relieved a lot. So he stood up from the sofa with his hands...

"Miss Rochelle, be careful!"

It turned out that he suddenly found that there were two more pieces of meat on his chest, or two big pieces of meat... It's true, when it grows on others, I really don't think it's so heavy.

Therefore, without such experience, he did not master the center of gravity of his body and almost fell flat. Fortunately, the fourth sister Jinfeng on the side supported him quickly.

Sister Jinfeng asked in surprise: "Miss Rocheer, why are you getting up? Where are you going?"

"Mrs. Li, I'm going to go down..." Master Yuan decided it would be better not to tell the truth, "That's going out for a walk and have some breathing."

"That... it's good." Jinfeng Fourth Sister hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Miss Rochelle, then I'll accompany you back to your room to change your clothes."

"Change clothes?" Yuan Yanshu then remembered that not only gentlemen's clothes are made one by one, but ladies also have to change different clothes according to different occasions.

He nodded and said, "Okay, Mrs. Li."

"Squeak..."

Sister Jinfeng, who temporarily acted as a nanny, opened Xiaolongnu's wardrobe and turned around and asked, "Miss Luoshall, which piece do you want to wear?"

In addition to daily clothes, this large wardrobe also has several "robes" of strange styles. This is what "Master Fool" wants to ask someone to customize for "Ms. Destiny".

He fell in love with the most eye-catching one of them at a glance, and pointed his hand and said, "I'll wear this one!"

"Is this dress..." Jin Feng Si took out the clothes from the closet and took a look...

She almost got blinded and couldn't help but hesitate, "But, but, but... Miss Rochelle, is this dress really good?"

Yuan Yan suddenly walked up to take the clothes, compared them in front of the mirror and said, "Mrs. Li, what's wrong with this dress? I think it's very beautiful!"

"Brother Zhuang, we are here!"

"You three Xiao Chens, it's good if you come, it's good if you come."

"Brother Zhuang, I'm going to trouble you again!"

"Little Zhao, Xiao Wang, Xiao Li, no trouble, no trouble."

"Brother Zhuang, this is a little pickled vegetables we made in our hometown, which is not worthy of respect."

"Aunt Ge, Cai Xiaomei and Xiang Xiaomei, you are so polite to your family."

Zhuang Kunlun smiled honestly at the nearly ten young men and women who visited, saying, "This is not the first time you have come here, so don't be so restricted. Are the Chinese going to help the Chinese?"

He was really happy to entertain these compatriots. Compared to the lifeless situation he saw when he returned to China, these energetic young people allowed the communist to see hope... The hope of Soviet China, the hope of the world is full of red, and the hope of liberating all mankind.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but remember what Yuan Yanshu said to him that night: "You will find the use of this money when you go there..."

These days he has been recalling the "miracle" that happened to Mr. Yuan, including this "prophecy".

Zhuang Kunlun was really a little confused. Is his mysterious "master" well-informed or can he really predict the future?

What made him even more puzzled was that, in addition to not beating A Furong, Yuan Yanshu was obviously a spoiled and arrogant young master.

It can be said that you can eat, drink, bet and gambling, and you can get involved in everything from wine, sex, money and fortune. Not only do you not like to deal with the proletariat, but you also like to make friends with the bourgeoisie.

Such a person actually gave himself such a large sum of money for no reason, allowing him to go to France to help these poor students who work and study.

Is this proletarian comrade Yuan who invaded the enemy? Or is it a passionate patriot with other intentions? Or is it the extremely strange SCP Foundation instructed him to do such a thing?

There is also the book "A recipe for the Anarchist", which has benefited a lot from him, a communist disguised as anarchist. Even his superiors thought the booklet was very practical and very suitable for the needs of today's revolutionaries.

Zhuang Kunlun shook his head, smiled at the ground, and greeted everyone: "Everyone, come in quickly. I have prepared snacks and coffee for you..."

He led everyone into the living room, counted the heads and asked in confusion: "Xiao Zhou, why didn't Xiao Li and Xiao Cai come today?"

"Oh, Brother Zhuang. They have something to do, and they will come in a while." Someone said with a smile, "Brother Zhuang, don't worry, they will definitely not let you go."

Author's note: According to historical facts, Xiao Deng did not arrive in Paris until 1922. And... so he was not allowed to appear.

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

They took off their clothes one after another, rushed directly to the delicious snacks, and poured themselves a cup of hot coffee.

Although the student movement on February 28 this year was quite successful, it won three months of living expenses for these students who worked part-time. However, "It is not easy to live in Paris." In addition, prices in European countries are soaring, so the money is still not enough for young people like them to fill their stomachs. Sometimes they cook some cabbage and put some gnocchi as a meal.

Fortunately, they met this generous American overseas Chinese. His appearance is truly a timely help.

Not only did this brother Zhuang take out money to help them, he also invited them to hold a tea party here, which was much warmer than Mondane Open Air Park.

Moreover, he is actually a leftist with some theoretical basis. Although he is not good at theory, he is more than enough to tell these young Chinese people about communist theory.

"Brother Zhuang, let's talk to us about the "Communist Manifesto" again."

"Yes, Brother Zhuang. I'm having a headache when I watch the English and French versions, but you're better explaining it."

The first Chinese translation of the Communist Manifesto is Chen Wangdao, the acting editor of "New Youth" that appeared earlier. He translated it in 1920, so these young people in Europe have not seen the Chinese translation at this time.

"Okay." Zhuang Kunlun nodded and took out an English version of the "Communist Manifesto" from the cabinet in a corner of the living room...

At this moment, a pleasant woman's voice came from the stairs.

I heard this clear and crisp voice chanting seriously in standard Chinese: "A ghost, the ghost of communism, wandering around the European continent..."
Chapter completed!