Subtitle of this chapter: Let the people of the world get into the trap together!

"Mr. Love Craftsman, I'm very happy to see you again!"

"Mr. Yuan, you look good to recover. Thank you. I didn't expect you to pick me up in person, and the last time..."

"Don't mention what happened last time, Mr. Love Craftsman."

"Yes, Mr. Yuan. I won't mention it."

"Get into the car, Mr. Craftsman. Let's go to my house first. By the way, let's introduce me. This is my roommate, Mr. Yulian Hermann Chandler."

"This is my friend, and an outstanding novelist, Mr. Howard Philip Lovecraft..."

For Master Yuan now, buying a car is nothing. Ford T-model is only 300 US dollars each. Of course, as a young gentleman who is not short of money, he bought a good car... But no matter how good the car is these days, it is not as good as Wuling Hongguang a hundred years later.

It is Friday, December 3rd, and Adult Ai Craftsman finally came to New York from his hometown Providence, Rhode Island. Because he was preparing to live in New York this time, he brought a lot of salutes.

Yuan Yanshu and Yulian helped him carry the gift into the car, and the three of them drove straight to the luxury apartment in the Upper East Side.

"Crazy..."

“yitong.”

“peng!”

As soon as you enter Master Yuan’s home, you can hear the crisp and pleasant sound of mahjong and the strange tone of Chinese. Since he promoted mahjong, he naturally also popularized Chinese. So...

In the future, mahjong plaques will be used as markers on the recipes and outside lists in the United States:

Customer: "Waiter, i want to eat eight tubes, forty thousand, yao chicken and clear hair. Oh, please don't touch plum blossoms, one summer."

Waiter: "The front guests want eight buns, Sixi meatballs, Zuo Zongtang chicken and beer. Don't add scallions and lightly spicy!"

Basically, everyone has this style.

"Mr. Yuan, your house is so lively."

"I love craftsmanship, we Chinese like to be lively!"

In fact, when Master Yuan heard the noise, he felt a little noisy. The several tables of mahjong that were opened at the same time were too loud and could not even stop the sound insulation materials. So he immediately decided to let these guys move away in a few days. Anyway, I don’t like to play mahjong now. Now it’s time to grow branches and leaves, these wonderful frogs... Well, it’s time for the mahjong seeds to sow.

"Mr. Yuan, what are they doing?"

"Oh, they're fighting mahjong."

Yuan Yan said seriously: "Mr. Love craftsman, don't underestimate this kind of game. Mahjong was a divination tool for us Seris three thousand years ago. Now I have brought it to your America to fight against the evil Jews and Freemasons."

The adult Ai Craft asked curiously: "Oh, so that's it. But I have a question, how can this mahjong fight against Jews and Freemasons?"

Yuan Yan frowned suddenly. He was used to running trains on his mouth, so he sometimes cheated on him while running. Fortunately, he was always anxious and immediately thought of an excuse: "Isn't the Free Masonics called Free Masons? Their stonemasons want to build another Tower of Babel. I will let you Westerners learn how to build the great wall of our Chinese!"

"Mr. Yuan, I know your thegreatwall, but does the Great Wall still have this function?"

"Of course there is one"

However, our Master Yuan could not tell the plot of the big bad movie "The Great Wall" filmed by Lao Mouzi, so he had to change the topic and said: "Hey, this is a long story, I'll explain it to you next time. We will go to the study to talk about the serious matter."

Yuan Yan suddenly took the guest into the study. After sitting down, he said seriously: "Mr. Ai Craftsman, I asked you to come this time to prepare to publish our "Qima Magazine"!"

Hearing this, he was also excited by his spirit of loving craftsmanship. He has been unemployed for a long time... Well, he has never done a serious job in his life. Now he finally has a noble job that can make money and bear the heavy responsibility of saving all mankind before his eyes, so he naturally cherishes it very much.

He immediately got into the role of editor-in-chief and said, "Mr. Yuan, there is no problem with running a magazine. But what about manuscripts? Where do you get so many manuscripts to publish?"

"Mr. Love Craftsman, look!" Yuan Yan suddenly took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the desk drawer and said, "First use my book and the novels you wrote. When our magazine becomes famous, there will naturally be people who contribute."

"This is……"

"Song of Ice and Fire!"

"Mr. Yuan, can I take a look first?"

"Of course, I'm just about to ask for your opinion..."

"Dingling!"

"Neo, your phone number."

At this moment, his assistant came to call him to answer the phone.

"I'll go answer the phone, you can take a look first. Yuri, you can accompany Mr. Ai Craftsman."

"OK."

Our Master Yuan came to the living room and picked up the phone and said, "Hello... it's Uncle Luo Shi. Is there anything you have to do?"

"A Japanese friend wants to invite me to have a meal on Friday? No problem, but I'll agree first that I won't eat Japanese food."

Don’t get me wrong. Yuan Yan Shu refused to eat Japanese cuisine because he loved it too deeply, but even Cantonese cuisine is too soft. He doesn’t like Japanese cuisine that only uses soy sauce, miso mustard, and he doesn’t like it even more.

Didn’t someone say that Indian curry saved the Japanese tongue?

And even if it is a Kaiseki cuisine, it seems to him too petty. It's just a little bit of stuff, and it really makes a fuss for the Japanese to eat a few bites.

"What? There are no Japanese restaurants in New York."

Yes, I have never seen a Japanese restaurant in New York in 1920. In fact, Japanese food is only sushi sold well a hundred years later, and other messy foreigners don’t like to eat it. Instead, it has helped the people of the big foodie country to blow Japanese food to heaven.

I have to say that Japanese people may not necessarily have problems with their brains, but their tongues must be problems.

"They invited me to have dinner at the Japanese consulate, so I..."

Wait, there are a lot of Japanese flower girls in the Japanese consulate!

Huh, they must have seen that I am very talented and want to use sugar-coated shells to corrupt me.

Humph, I, a Chinese as honest as me, certainly have to peel off the kimono... No, I eat the sugar coat and then the meat bullets inside... Well, the shells are shot back.

Our Master Yuan wiped his saliva and said, "Uncle Luo Shi, since the Japanese teachers...well, my friends are so enthusiastic, then I'm not going to go, right?"

"Uncle Luo Shi, you talk about diplomatic etiquette. Don't worry, I won't embarrass us Chinese."

He put down the phone and thought to himself that Uncle Luo Jiaxiang still underestimated him. How could my physique at 18 o'clock be embarrassed in front of the Japanese? It was obviously a blessing for the country!

Thinking of his pride, he naturally hummed the familiar and jiu tune...

"Pickup!"

"Master Ball, Pika, you abcdefg...cup, what's wrong with me?"
Chapter completed!