Subtitle of this chapter: If you say you can’t copy, you can’t copy it, and you can’t have a number!

"jingle!"

When he heard the doorbell ringing, the coffee shop owner who was burying his head in the newspaper raised his head and said naturally: "Good morning, Mr. Yuan. Are you still the same today? By the way, have you read the news? This is really..."

"Well. This is really unfortunate." Yuan Yan took off her hat and hung it on the clothes rack at the door. After dealing with it casually, she sat in the old seat in front of the window, spread out the newspaper and read it.

"The blue sky suddenly darkened, and a terrifying lightning suddenly appeared. The busiest corner of the American financial center instantly turned into ruins. Hundreds of people were seriously injured and dying. The people present were so scared that their faces were pale and they felt inexplicably fear..."

"Looking down Wall Street from above, I saw a cloud of yellow-green mushrooms slowly rising into the air between the US Treasury Division and Morgan Company, and rose to a height of 100 feet, and the air was filled with choking smoke..."

"The latest news from this newspaper is that 39 respected New York citizens have been confirmed to die in this despicable murder. The number of injured people has not been counted so far, with at least 300 people. According to relevant sources, the bomb attack caused a loss of $2 million... Until the time of publication, no one has claimed responsibility for the attack."

"News from the New York Stock Exchange: No fear of the threat of violence, the stock market will open today..."

"The city government said that nypd will do its best to protect the safety of citizens. There will be no curfews and forced leave, and calls on New York citizens to provide clues to the police..."

Author's note: To this day, traces of explosions can still be seen on the walls of Building 23, Wall Street.

Could it be that such a boom really happened on Wall Street in 1920?!

Yuan Yan, full of doubt, suddenly put down the newspaper and picked up a piece of toast bread and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, the coffee shop owner played the record. He listened for a while and found that it was the second national anthem of the United States of America (author’s note: The American national anthem is actually "The Stars and Stripes" March).

oh, say-can-you-see? (Oh, can you see it?)

by-the-dawn's-early-light, (through a ray of dawn,)

What-so-proudly-we-hailed-at-the-twilight's-last-gleaming? (What do we make a cheering sound at?)

Yuan Yan frowned and turned to look on the street. The images she had seen in the movies before appeared in his eyes very realistically...

On Wall Street outside his sight, with the melodious sound of the flute playing, thousands of people sang "The Stars and Stripes" in unison.

oh, say-does-that-star-spangled-banner-yet-wave. (You see, the star-spangled flag is still flying high.)

o'er-the-land-of-the-free-and-the-home-of-the-brave? (In this free country, the hometown of the warriors?)

They believed that the attack was nothing more than the futile resistance of the anarchists. They also believed that factories would be busy every day, farmland would be harvested every year, stock markets would rise all the way, and the United States would flourish forever, and that the people on this land would be welcomed to heaven and enjoy true eternal life by Massia after a happy and pious life. Because this is their promised land, because this is their mountain city, because this is their chosen country.

The loud noise on Wall Street on September 16, 1920 was like the sound of a gong that announced the opening of a good show, officially marking the entry of the United States into the "roaring-twenties", and our Master Yuan will also be in New York - the heart of the capitalist world for the first time...

"Ahem cough cough..."

"Brother Hongjian, you should smoke less cigarettes."

Xu Zhimo felt very guilty as he looked at his life-saving benefactor who was lying on the sofa, lying on the sofa like a steam locomotive.

In order to save himself, Senior Yuan turned out to be like this. After meeting this afternoon, he was too lazy to even speak, but just babbling and responded to himself a few words. In addition, he just smoked. It seemed that his mind was really bad.

He thought about it, picked up his clothes and turned out. About an hour later, he walked in with a foreign doctor again, but this time it was not the one who was not very good at English last time. It seems that Xu Zhimo also felt that the doctor was in English...well, his medical skills are not very clever.

The new foreign doctor looked up and down, knocked left and right, and then looked at Yuan Yanshu's whole body conscientiously and responsibly, and said to Xu Zhimo in confusion: "This gentleman is nothing, maybe he was overly frightened. Let's do this, I'll give him a dose of calming medicine, drink it and have a nap."

As he said that, he opened the silver-jewel leather medicine box with him, took out some bottles and jars from it and started dispensing medicine.

Xu Zhimo said angrily: "Brother Hongjian, come and take the medicine."

Ge You collapsed in a paralysis in Yuan Yanshun waved impatiently, "I don't want to drink this kind of bitter thing."

Xu Zhimo said to the doctor: "Come on."

Then he whispered to Yuan Yanshu: "You will be completely fine if you drink it."

As he said that, he took the measuring cup from the doctor and prepared to hand it over to Yuan Yanshu with his own hands.

And his senior Yuan pointed to the table next to him helplessly and said, "Okay, let's put it here first."

Xu Zhimo stubbornly said, "No. You'd better drink it now."

Yuan Yan suddenly said angrily: "Qi Sen, take it away..."

At this moment, the Master Ball system, which was invisible to both of him, suddenly began to flash red and green lights, and at the same time it emitted a harsh alarm: "Dududu. The host has plagiarized information that is not within the authority, and it has exceeded twenty words. Please stop immediately!"

"Dududu. The host stops plagiarism immediately, otherwise it will be directly erased!"

Yuan Yan, who felt innocent, suddenly opened her eyes wide and asked angrily in her heart: "Master Ball, tell me clearly. If I copy anything, I will stop immediately and be directly erased ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

""thunderstorm"."

"Thunder, thunder, thunderstorm...is that "Thunderstorm"... By the way, Master Ball, what is the number?"

"The number is... This system is not responsible for leading the way and issuing seeds. Please respect the host!"

No wonder I said so casually that just now. It turned out that I had a cross-dressing look at Mrs. Zhou Fanyi, the heroine of "Thunderstorm"...
Chapter completed!