Subtitle of this chapter: It's another day of home again, I still play single songs outside the window, staying up late to buy a train ticket.

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"Two years, four months, and three days..."

Morgan and others showed strange and complicated expressions on their faces, which were the mixed appearance of "It's true!" and "Is it really that way?"

Our Master Yuan himself doesn’t think that in fact, many people in the market regard him as a mysterious oriental from the East.

He accurately predicted the "250" electoral votes.

He recovered safely from severe sepsis.

He defeated Lieutenant Colonel Alexander with his drinking.

Even Einstein bought his novel.

He still has acute tuberculosis and is still alive. He is still alive and creates two medical miracles in less than a year...

One or two is a coincidence, three or four is a doubtful thing. Some people naturally regard him as the "Rasputin" in New York.

By the way, he is like that demon monk, and the abilities you understand are very envious of the gentlemen.

However, Yuan Yanshu was not a charlatan like Rasputin after all. He himself has always claimed to be an atheist, and he has always denied that these are so-called "miracles".

However, at the same time, he still showed a lot of "students", so he really became an urban myth.

Don't forget that he summoned the "infant spirit" for the Eisenhower couple, performed "magic" at the Patton's house, told some people that he was the "Bamboo Sage" and his increasingly real "different history".

These things were all subject to many witnesses, and these witnesses were not obliged to keep them confidential, so they naturally spread to the outside world.

The "Dream Weaver" also gave a push. Inspired by the "Follower", he began to publish a series of novels in SCP Magazine.

The protagonist is the Yimei Taoist Priest Yuan Yanshu once mentioned. In 1865 when Lincoln was stabbed, this "Bamboo Former" came to the United States and began to fight against various evil forces.

This series of novels is quite popular and will become one of the most popular IPs in SCP Magazine in the future.

Then it should be imagined that Taoist Yimei will adapt it into comics and animations, and even be moved to the big screen, becoming the predecessor of the American "superhero".

In this series of novels, Master Ai Chuangye vaguely mentioned our Master Yuan, shaped him into the successor of Taoist Master Yimei, and added a bit of mystery to him.

Although "NY's NY" is so mysterious, fortunately, this is an era where there is no smartphone and even portable recorders. These rumors are ultimately just "rumors".

As his fame grew, there were more and more mysteries on him, and naturally more and more people became more and more interested in him.

In fact, Morgan invited Yuan Yan to have a partner interview, and one of the reasons was curiosity.

To be honest, if we can really recruit a partner who can predict the future, it will be a great thing for the Morgan Consortium.

Well, when it comes to this, someone is going to talk about racial discrimination.

However, in history, Morgan has followed the personnel principle of "reducing talents without any restrictions". He never looked at the other party's background, education, belief and race.

George Baker and Thomas Lamont were both poor. Lao La's father was a poor pastor.

The NYSE Chairman George Whitney, who was present, came from a newborn, and he was a "quasi-illegal illegitimate son" whose father was a bit vague.

Of course, these days, except for Jews, other ethnic groups cannot squeeze into the investment banking circle at all.

But then again, a recognized great writer like Neo Yuan, a rookie in economics, and he has the endorsement of Mr. Baker, so his complexion doesn't seem to matter.

"Hahaha..." Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, our Master Yuan smiled softly and said, "Gentlemen, I'm just kidding."

Anyway, after two years, four months and three days, you will know that I am not joking.

No matter how powerful his wings are, can it affect geological movements and scrape away the Kanto earthquake?

Don’t worry, the future is long... It’s a good word and it’s dirty again!

Anyway, it's still a long time, and I have to deal with the Morgan Consortium a lot.

"Ho huh huh...hahaha...haha..."

After all, they were all old foxes, and they also laughed meaningfully. As for what they were thinking, only God knows.

Big people often have a tight time. Since Yuan Yan suddenly rejected this offer, they had nothing to talk about.

After chatting for a few casual words, he stood up tactfully and said goodbye.

This time, Morgan actually stood up and sent him out of the door, and three of them naturally followed behind.

In fact, there is another reason why he invited this Chinese...

"Dr. Yuan..." He said hesitantly, "I'd like to ask, is your 'ZHONG YI' really that magical?"

Master Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Morgan, I said this kind of thing is useless. It is only useful for the patient to experience it yourself."

Morgan nodded and said bluntly: "Dr. Yuan, I have a friend who has been seriously ill recently. I wonder if 'ZHONG YI' can treat headaches?"

Yuan Yan thought to himself that he should have asked Mr. Davidson, who caused the neighbor's house to be destroyed, but that guy had a brain hemangioma, which was almost incurable these days, so he died on the operating table next year.

Well, this favor is still to be sold to the top and second-in-command of Morgan Consortium, so it would be cheaper to Doctor Wencaihua. But there is a small problem...

If Wen Jinxiu returns to America, should she go to see Harding?

This is not true, nor is it true if you don’t look at it. Why not come back?

As for FDR, polio can't kill him. It's only good or bad for him to be a disabled person for several years.

"Mr. Morgan, I'll tell you clearly." Our Master Yuan lowered his voice, "Only when you go to China can you find a real miracle doctor. If you can send the patient to China, I think you can find someone to cure him!"

“It’s here…parking!”

"squeak……"

"Click!"

This time, Yuan Yanshu didn't wait for Xiaokang to help him open the door, and before the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped down.

"Damn it, I never thought of it!"

"Yes, there is a grocery store here."

"Damn it, I never thought of it!!"

"Yes, there is a mailbox here."

"Damn it, I never thought it was!!!"

"Ha, it's really right! The color of this stone is different..."

He looked around with a murmur, confirming that he had not come to the wrong place, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Aisi, help me with it!"

Our Master Yuan took off his top hat and took off his coat, and threw it to the female secretary who followed him out of the car. He knelt on the dirty ground without hesitation, regardless of whether he was wearing a high-end custom dress worth hundreds of dollars.

Miss Moman holding the clothes couldn't help but ask, "BOSS, what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Our Master Yuan replied while rolling up his sleeves, "I want to go home!"

The female secretary, who looked puzzled, asked again: "BOSS, I'm sorry, you said you want to go home?!"

"Yes, I'm going home... Oh, I forgot!" He suddenly remembered something, stood up again, hugged the female secretary, and kissed him fiercely.

"BOSS, you, you, you..." Miss Moman, who was shocked and angry, was speechless.

"Aisi, goodbye forever..." Yuan Hongjian fell to the ground again, supported the curb with both hands, turned his head and smiled at her, "If I'm lucky!"

Finally, the male protagonist of this broken book raised his handsome head with a strange and inexplicable smile on his face. He used all his strength to smash his head into the curb...
Chapter completed!