Subtitle of this chapter: Curve support to the Communist Party

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"What Professor Jill, and what Davarishejill. Second brother, I have never heard of it."

Our Master Yuan thought to himself, this guy has a really good acting skills. If it weren't for the report of Agent Pinkerton, Mr. Victor Aiden, I wouldn't have been sure if you two knew each other.

"Hahaha..." Yuan Yan chuckled a few times, "Since you said so, you are brothers, I'm abrupt. Come on, I'll give you a cup of apology."

"Dry!"

Well, since this guy refuses to tell the truth, I can't stay by my side. Why not let him go where he should go.

Master Yuan put down his wine glass and said, "Xiaozhuang, you are also a great college student. It's not a big deal to always be a driver or assistant here."

Zhuang Kunlun said with a bitter face: "Second brother, you know that I am studying chemical industry. Will Citigroup's chemical factory want me? Do you know the situation in China...you also know that although I am not a hero, I really have no place to use it."

He said in distress: "Second brother, do you want to drive me away by saying that? If it's really inconvenient for you, then I'll..."

"Drive you away?! No, no..." Master Yuan shook his head and said, "Xiaozhuang, you are sacrificing me. I can always support people here, and it doesn't matter how long you want to stay. But..."

Yuan Yan suddenly took a sip of wine and said, "It's just a pity for you. Xiaozhuang, as you said, I have no way to do chemical engineering. But you also know that I recently set up a shipping company and are short of manpower. Haven't you ever run a boat? Are you interested in helping me?"

Zhuang Kunlun picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and took this as he thought about it.

If you want to say that the young master Yuan is still very good at treating his servants, he has a weekly salary of 25 US dollars, which is definitely a high salary these days. What’s even more rare is that this master is very polite to others... Well, it should be said that he respects it from the bottom of his heart.

After all, our Master Yuan is a successor of communism. He can't learn the style of not taking down others as a person.

However, if he, a revolutionary, drives a car and carrys a bag to serve as a follower all day, he naturally doesn't want to. If it weren't for the orders from his superiors, he would rather go on a boat again.

He had no choice but to shirk, "Second brother, I still want to spend a few days on my birthday. I have to appreciate your kindness."

Well, it seems that this guy is punished if he doesn't want toast.

"Hahaha..." Yuan Yan suddenly laughed to the sky, and sighed after a while, "Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang, brother, what should I say to you?"

He suddenly said with a solemn expression: "Comrade Zhuang Kunlun..."

"Second brother, I'm not..."

Master Yuan waved his hand and said, "Okay, Comrade Zhuang, don't pretend. Let's open the skylight and say something. You stayed by my side just for the SCP Foundation. Even I don't know the whole picture of this organization, so what information can you get from me?"

"Okay, I won't talk about the SCP Foundation. I want to ask you, aren't you going to revolution? Are you willing to help them Russians carry out world revolutions, or are we Chinese carrying out domestic revolutions?"

Zhuang Kunlun, with a gloomy face, asked, "Two...Mr. Yuan, is there any difference? The Chinese revolution must be an integral part of the world revolution."

"Hahaha, of course there is a difference...but I tell you now, you don't believe it either!"

Yuan Yanshu thought to himself that the Soviet Union and Russia themselves could not carry out a world revolution unless Trosky could come to power. However, one of the major reasons why Trosky could not take office was that most people within the Communist Party of the Soviet Union did not agree with a world revolution.

What Hayek said in "The Road to Slavery" is a bit reasonable. The planned economic system must be formulated and implemented by a small group of people, which is destined to create a bureaucratic group, a bureaucratic group with its own will.

In fact, this is not his foresight. Comrade Lenin, a great genius, should have discovered that something is wrong within the party. It’s just that it’s easy to find this problem, but it’s difficult to solve it.

In fact, before he died, he wanted to launch an attack on the bureaucracy he created, but at that time he was already out of his mind. So he would later entrust Trosky to launch a political movement to break bureaucracy. Trosky disagreed with this and did not accept his commission twice.

Oh, as of this, I should now suggest that Comrade Lenin, the Supreme Leader of the Party, launch a "purity" movement within the Party before his death, or be chaired by Comrade Trosky, the highest leader of the Military Commission... Wait, isn't this the same thing and that thing?

“Pickup.”

Our Master Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He now deeply realized that if he hadn't brought this broken system, this plane would have really become No. 444.

"Okay, Comrade Zhuang, I won't talk much nonsense."

Yuan Yan, who had lost her patience, stopped going around in circles. He took out the check clip, wrote a check in a flash, and handed it over.

"I now entrust you to build a liaison office for Tianren Shipping in Paris. You rent an office, hire a clerk or two, and then you can recruit sailors on advertisements, of course, Chinese sailors."

"No matter how you explained to Professor Jill, you must go. Otherwise, you can leave with this check. This money will be regarded as my assistance to your revolutionary cause."

Zhuang Kunlun took the check with a very ugly face and saw it. He was shocked. The amount on the check was a total of 5,000 US dollars!

He couldn't help but say in surprise: "Mr. Yuan, even if you build a liaison office, it doesn't cost so much, right?"

"Yes, it doesn't take so much money to build a liaison office..." Master Yuan showed a strange smile on his face, "I allow you to use this money elsewhere."

"Where?" Zhuang Kunlun couldn't help but ask.

"That's..."

“Pickup.”

Yuan Yan swallowed suddenly and said, "After you go there, you will find the use of this money..."

This was not very pleasant dinner. Our Master Yuan didn't believe in Zhuang Kunlun, but he didn't have the right person to do this. And he believed that if Zhuang Kunlun went to Paris, he would definitely spend the money where he should spend it.

What a pity that I can't go to Paris now and can't be the "big brother" of the people in Paris, so I have to be the cheapest one Zhuang Kunlun.

There is no way, in order not to generate an excessively high s value, Master Yuan had to adopt this method of "curve support to the Communist Party... well, the Communist Party of China".
Chapter completed!