Subtitle of this chapter: Men who can quit smoking but don’t like to play mahjong are terrible

"Mr. Chandler, you are so polite. In my opinion, your heroic behavior on the battlefield moved the jury. And my articles are really not as useful as you said..."

"No, Mr. Yuan. I have read your articles. You have said everything I want but can't say. In the last war, we America should clearly unite Germany to tear the British colonial empire to pieces!"

"Where is, I just said some empty words..."

"Mr. Yuan, what you said is definitely not empty talk, but the truth! And those Jews..."

"Mr. Chandler, you are really an over-reputation. But about the Jews, I, the Cyrius, have to say a few justice. They are really a nation that needs to be careful. Just look at history and know that they are not worthy of trust..."

"Oh, Mr. Yuan is so profound, and these words are really insightful. Father, what do you think?"

"Mr. Yuan's words sound a bit reasonable, but they seem to be a bit extreme..."

"Father, not at all extreme! Our world is ruined by Jews and capitalists!"

The more our Master Yuan looks at Mr. Chandler's crooked face that looks like a human skin mask, the more he likes it. Of course, he doesn't know how to speak, but thinks that this guy's "thoughts" are very consistent with him.

At present, my overall idea is that Qiu Ying and Youde are pro-Japanese and cheating the Jews. Apart from pro-Japanese... he doesn't know what crazy things those little guys will do, so he can't blame him. Anyway, he doesn't even need to brainwash and get a loyal fan. He is simply a helper who comes to his door.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chandler, take the liberty to ask what are your plans next?"

"Plan?" The excited little Yurien breathed a sigh of relief and said decadently, "Actually, I don't know who would want someone accused of treason to be an employee..."

As soon as he said this, his father sighed sadly.

"clatter!"

Yuan Yan suddenly snapped his fingers and asked, "Mr. Chandler, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to be mine... Well, where is the assistant?"

"Your assistant?" Little Yurien showed an unhappy hesitant expression when she heard this, "What..."

You know, he is a graduate of West Point Military Academy, a war hero and a retired major, and he gives a chonky... Well, chinese, even if he is an excellent chinese as an assistant, he always feels uncomfortable.

Don't forget that he is a German devil who grew up in the United States.

Our Master Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Chandler and Professor Chandler. You may as well listen to my offer first."

"First of all, Mr. Chandler's weekly salary for me is US$25..."

The weekly salary of 25 US dollars was 1,300 US dollars that year. At that time, the average annual salary of skilled workers in the United States was only 8 or 900 US dollars. Although it was definitely not as good as Professor Nyu, his father, it could not be said to be unlucky.

"Secondly, Mr. Chandler is probably living with Mr. Professor now? I happen to have an empty room here, which you can use for free. And you don't have to pay for meals, you can eat whatever I eat. Of course, if you are not used to Chinese food, I won't force it..."

The so-called living in Chang'an is not easy. Whether it is in Chang'an in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, New York in 1920, or Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen a hundred years later... the living expenses in first-tier cities are extremely high. Just a rent can eat a lot of salary.

And for a river view room like the one they are in, it costs about US$25 a week to live in the bathroom.

"In the end, Mr. Chandler's job is to help me with some letters and help me drive a car. Sorry, I'm not using Mr. Chandler as a driver, but I really can't drive..."

Nowadays, he really doesn't want to drive cars. There is no electronic ignition, no clutch, no assist steering wheel, no disc brake, no reversing radar, and the shock absorption system is extremely tricky... It's harder than tractors and tanks after driving a hundred years. If it weren't for no way, he wouldn't even want to sit.

"Actually, I just treat Mr. Chandler as my roommate. You can stay with me for a few days and find a job by the way. Why not do it?"

These conditions are not bad, and this job is not easy.

Chandler and his son immediately showed their expressions of intent. After they looked at each other, Mr. Chandler nodded and said, "Since Mr. Yuan respects me so much, I am honored to be your assistant. By the way, when will I start working?"

"Hahaha, even if you go to work today." Master Yuan stood up and shook hands with him, "Mr. Chandler, your first job is..."

"Learn to play mahjong with your father."

Because of the relationship between "card: Baiban, which represents the white future", Yuan Yanshu no longer likes to play mahjong. So he played mahjong with Chandler and his son for a while and then found an excuse to come to the living room.

He made a vodka martini for himself, lit a cigar, sat on the sofa thinking about his own thoughts...and then he discovered something.

The physical condition of 18 o'clock is not without its shortcomings!

+4's physique means he is "invincible for all poisons", and nicotine and alcohol are also toxins. No wonder I feel weird these days. I don't feel like smoking and I won't get drunk when I drink. In addition, I'm refreshed all day and have no excuses to be lazy. This is really not suitable for people like him.

He decided to wait until the cooldown period of one month passed and add the two points of "Card: Crazy 2" to other indexes...

"Mr. Yuan, are you here?"

"Mr. Chandler, why don't you fight?"

“Since I got off the damn battlefield, I didn’t like gambling very much.”

"Oh, can I ask why?"

"Mr. Yuan, do you know what the biggest gambling I've ever participated in?"

"Mr. Chandler, what is it?"

"Are you staying in the fox pit on the left that won't be killed or staying on the right?"

Yuan Yan suddenly heard this and blurted out: "There are no atheists in the fox pit..." (Note 1)

"Pickup!"

"There are no atheists in the fox pit?" Mr. Chandler was stunned for a moment and murmured, "Wow, this sentence is great! There are no atheists in the fox pit... It's true..."

Both men fell silent, thinking about their own thoughts.

Master Yuan didn’t know what his male assistant was thinking, he only knew that 25 US dollars a week was really not a loss!

Because with the reason for this war hero in World War I, I can finally copy... Well, I have written a pure literary work in the true sense.

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Note 1: This "golden sentence" famous for "Call of Duty" was said by American novelist James Murrow (jamesmurrow 1947-).
Chapter completed!