Subtitle of this chapter: Free is not necessarily the most expensive

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The end of this degree awarding ceremony means that our Master Yuan’s time in the United States has entered the countdown stage.

So Yuan Yan suddenly wanted to go... buy a boat ticket!

Sunday morning, June 5, 1921.

Americans like parties whether they were a hundred years ago or a hundred years later. NYU graduates had a graduation reception last night.

The "Follower" with 16 o'clock constitution was naturally not drunk, but the "Pope Crown" and "His Majesty the Emperor" were drunk. So Yuan Yan suddenly carried his two good friends back to the luxurious apartment on the banks of the Hudson River and threw them into the guest room.

Now these two friends are following him to drink white porridge and eat fried dough sticks.

"Neo, you're right. This rice porridge is really delicious and tastes better than cereal porridge. Especially after adding milk and sugar, don't you add a little?"

Our Master Yuan looked at his personal lawyer with contempt and shook his head, "John, no need. We Chinese people never add milk to our porridge."

"Neo, don't look at me with this kind of eyes." Mr. McCall said a little dissatisfied, "You Chinese just don't like to drink milk, so they don't grow taller... Of course, you are an exception."

Yuan Yan thought to himself that what the fat man said makes sense. The problem is that we Chinese do not like to drink milk, nor do we, as some people say, have lactose intolerance, but we cannot afford to drink milk at all.

Nowadays, most of his compatriots have mixed mouths and faces to fill their stomachs. No matter how unbearable the bark of wild vegetables and tree trees, the unbearable Guanyin soil and even the easy-to-swallowed, what milk should you drink?

Even if he wants to learn the "Glass of Milk During Class" exercise in Japan, where did he find so much milk in Cyris?

For a moment, he was really sad.

So he changed the subject and said, "Gentlemen, who are you responsible for buying our tickets?"

Mr. Baker, who was beside him, swallowed the fried dough sticks in his mouth and said, "Neo, I forgot to tell you yesterday. Now I will tell you a good news."

"Oh, Louis. What good news?"

Louis said with a smile: "That's right. Mr. Morgan heard that we were going to do a global trip and he was very happy to sponsor us. So as long as we go to the UK this time to take the ships of his passenger companies, all... are free!"

Morgan is really a big favor.

Boat tickets are really not cheap these days. Take the Titanic, which was the first voyage in 1912, of course, the last voyage, as an example...

Why use this ship as an example? It is because the British White Star Steam Company, which built the ship, belongs to the United Shipping Group of the Morgan Consortium.

JP Morgan personally attended the launch of the ship in 1911 and had his own private suite on board with his own private walk deck and specially designed bathtub.

It was reported that someone had booked a maiden voyage for him, but instead of traveling, he stayed at the French resort of Aix to enjoy his morning massage and sulfur bath.

"It's nothing to lose money in your life," he told a visiting New York Times reporter a few days after the shipwreck. "Life is the most important."

By the way, Yuan Yanshu's friend Theodore Dresse, one of the "three giants of American literature in the 20th century", almost landed on the Titanic. Later, due to schedule issues, he changed to another cruise ship.

When Drese heard the news of the accident, he was sailing on the Cruland cruise ship. The following year, he recalled his reaction in his memoir "The Forty-Year-Old Traveler": "In front of me, a huge ship like the Titanic appeared, new and bright, but sank into the unfathomable bottom of the water. More than a thousand passengers ran out of their cabin and could only float helplessly in miles of water, praying and howling!"

Another lucky guy is Guillermo Marconi, the inventor of the Radio Telegraph. If you don’t add this one, the “Gao Tower” will not agree.

The shipping company provided him with a free trip to the Titanic, but he took the Lusitania three days ago.

There is also something about Marconi and Titanic about blows. Although some accused Marconi's wireless telegrapher of the company blocking the news to the public for selling the news to the New York Times, Marconi was questioned by the Senate committee, but he is still considered one of the heroes of the disaster.

His invention saved more than 700 lives.

The cheapest third-class cabin in Titanic costs 3 pounds, which is equivalent to more than 250 pounds now, and it costs 2,250 yuan if converted into RMB.

No wonder Jack, a poor boy, can't even afford a ticket, but won by playing cards.

The ticket price for a single bunk in Titanic's first class is 30 pounds, which is equivalent to more than 20,000 soft sister coins.

However, the first class cabin is still not worthy of Dr. Yuan and his friends' qualities. If they want to take a boat, they have to stay in a special luxury private room.

In addition to the ensuite with a separate balcony, they can also enjoy dedicated heated swimming pool, gym, squash court, hammam, sunbathing deck and other luxurious facilities. Even pet dogs have special kennels.

The most expensive luxury suite on the Titanic with a separate balcony is £870!

Poverty can indeed limit a person's imagination. More than 600,000 soft sister coins are just for a boat ride for more than ten days... To be honest, comrades from small families like Master Yuan are really reluctant to let go.

This is a boat trip from the UK to the United States, only spanning one Atlantic Ocean. But their group also has to take a boat trip from Western Europe to East Asia.

"Morgan Freeman" is so generous, our Master Yuan knows why, but Mr. McCall asked in confusion: "Why does he need to sponsor us?"

Mr. Baker pointed at the surface and the air was light and the heart was complacent, and said suddenly: "We are all thanks to Neo. Mr. Morgan praised his book "Murder in the Orient Express" and said that it was the best detective novel he had read."

"He also said that if Neo could write the next book quickly, and as wonderful as this one, he would consider sponsoring our trip throughout the journey."

Our Master Yuan was happy as soon as he heard this. Look at how strong the people were to urge them to update. In later generations, a certain online literature website would reward them with information on the entire site.

"So..." Louis stared at Yuan Yan with his eyes shining, "Neo, write quickly!"

Yuan Yan frowned and said, "Louis, do you think writing is like milking, it can be squeezed out..."

Mr. McCall interrupted: "Neo, it's boring to say that. We all know that it's easier for you to write than milk."

Mr. Baker also echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, you don't count how much you have written since October last year. How much time does a detective novel take you."

Our Master Yuan not only did not open his mind after hearing this, but he felt that his writing speed was indeed too fast. It would be fine if these two were members of the SCP Foundation, but it would be bad if other interested people had doubts.

I should write less long articles and make some short ones next. In addition to the long Chinese series...

"Okay..." He did not disappoint his friends, and shrugged, "Louis, tell Mr. Morgan that I should be able to finish the next one before leaving Europe. This idea is already there, and the name is "The Madness on the Nile"..."

Since there are such enthusiastic readers, he had to once again feel sorry for Ms. Agatha Christie.

In fact, according to the Guinness World Records later, she should be the best-selling writer in human history. Including all her works in the form, only the Bible and William Shakespeare's total sales volume above her.

Moreover, "The Murder of the Orient Express" was written in 1934, and "The Madness of the Nile" was published in 1937. At that time, she had already achieved success.

These two novels are indeed classics among classics, but they are the icing on the cake for her. Even without the Detective Poirot series, Ms. Christie would only earn less royalties at most.

Yuan Yan copied these two novels, and she really didn’t have much psychological burden.

Speaking of this, he remembered another thing and said, "By the way, Louis. I have to transport a horse back to China, don't forget to arrange it for me."

The horse is naturally the red rabbit given to him by Ms. Louis Cromwell Brooks.

Think about it, then he rode his horse and galloped past the streets of the Magic City. If there were more sects, there would be more sects, and if there were more sings, there would be more sings.

With this pure-blooded Arab horse, what else do you want Maserati and Rolls-Royce.

In fact, he was following the example of the female hero Jianhu. She did this back then, riding an Eastern horse, carrying a Japanese taiga knife, wearing a student uniform... Note that it was not a sailor uniform, and she was swaying on the streets of Shaoxing, making the local onlookers shout... I can't stand it!

After all, it was the late Qing Dynasty and not the late Ming Dynasty, and such shocking behavior was not allowed by the entire society. Even the revolutionary comrade Zhang Taiyan said that he was proud of his words and had no simple choice. He died by missing words.

"I remember..." Louis Baker nodded, "order two more luxurious suites."

Since it is a luxurious suite, it is not for one person to live in. They are young people and do not have to bring any servants or housekeepers, so two rooms are really more than enough.

"What two suites?!" Yuan Yan jumped out to object immediately, and he said with a strange smile on his face, "It's three rooms!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The two young gentlemen present looked at each other and immediately laughed in disgust, nodding tacitly and agreed, "Hohahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Ha, you three are here."

Just as they were discussing the tickets, three beautifully dressed ladies walked in.

"Helen, Emma, ​​and Aisi, should you have something together?" As the master, Master Yuan stood up and greeted.

"Helen of Manhattan" shook her little head and said dissatisfiedly: "What else can I have breakfast? Didn't you say you would accompany us to SHOPPING?"

"Helen, who said he wanted to shop with you??" When Mr. McCall heard this, his face and tone changed.

"John, that's what you said!" "His Majesty the Queen" put his hand on his waist and pointed at him with the other hand, "Didn't you promised me in person last night?"

The poor "His Majesty the Emperor" scratched his head and said, "Last night...didn't I get drunk last night?"

"Does it not count if you get drunk? Mr. John McCall, I really haven't seen that you are such a person who doesn't believe in it!" Helen said unreasonably.

At this time, "His priestess" also said, "Yes, we are going to travel around the world. We must buy a lot of things. Without the help of you gentlemen, how could we ladies be able to move them?"

"Yes, BOSS. We still have to go to China. How can we not make some preparations?"

If Miss Moman says this a hundred years later, our Master Yuan will definitely go back in the face immediately. We, Cyris, have nothing to do with you white-skinned buns. It’s just that because of the tariffs, luxury goods and some electronic products are a little more expensive.

Then I will take you to Hongqiao Market to open your eyes and ensure that you are like flies entering a honey jar - no matter what.

However, it is 1921, and Cyris really has nothing, even bicycle bells need to be imported.

"this……"

When the three gentlemen heard these irrefutable reasons of the three ladies, they immediately showed a toothache expression.

Yuan Yan suddenly turned his eyes and had a good idea. He showed a joyful expression and said, "Three beautiful ladies, I am very happy to tell you a good news. Mr. Morgan wants to sponsor our global travel, and we can take the ship of his passenger transport company for free."

"Ni Ao, are you saying true?" The three beautiful ladies indeed showed a surprise expression.

It’s okay for Master Yuan’s female secretary, but the other two are traveling at their own expense. Doesn’t it mean that they can SHOPPING more things?

"What are I lie to you?" he swears, "but Mr. Morgan has a condition to complete a detective novel as soon as possible...

"So..." He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, "In order for everyone to enjoy this luxurious trip for free, although I regret not being able to accompany you to shop, I have to go to work now!"

He bowed to Baker and McCall, and said in a sympathetic tone: "I can only ask you two for this matter. Have a little fun!"

These two naturally made miserable cry: "Neo!"

What's the point of being called Nio? This is called "Dead fellow Taoist" and I'm not dead.

"Xiaokang, send them where they want to go!"

"Yes, Second Master."

Our Master Yuan casually ordered his driver, and then he pulled his feet into his study without hearing.

"Click."

He locked the door and let out a long breath. He walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey...

"oops!"

He raised his hand and sucked the new wound that had appeared inexplicably, then he tilted his head and killed the cup of whiskey in one bite.

Yuan Yan suddenly sat down, took out the ball and put it on her mouth:
Chapter completed!