Chapter 55 Will Mr. Yes?
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"My Chinese Childhood" - "WhenIWasaBoyinChina".
Master Li closed the book and put it on his knees. His eyes were a little sore, and he just wanted to yawn. I had no way. I didn't come back until late last night, and I had to personally supervise the storage of the batch of gold and gems. When everything was ready, it was almost dawn. Now my head was woken up as soon as I touched the pillow. Everyone will have a temper!
But?
Master Li looked at the man in front of him who was wearing glasses and dressed in a dress. He was only 30 years old, but his temples were already white. His heartbeat slowly began to accelerate, and his lax eyes gradually condensed into stars.
He never thought that on the first day he returned to Hawaii, he would meet this figure who had been fighting hard for the Chinese in the United States all his life and was recorded in history. Did the young master's anger soar after the young master's trip to Chile? Li Dashao flashed his eyelashes a few times, and his eyes were a little sore.
No, the young master has always been very low-key. In addition, Monte concealed the details of the civil war for his own interests, so this trip to Chile has hardly caused any waves! So how could this person come to himself?
What's more, this guy is not eye-catching among so many celebrities in the late Qing Dynasty. If it weren't for this book on his knees, I'm afraid it wouldn't even be a spray. The reason why Master Li can remember that except that he happened to have stayed in his alma mater for a period of time in his previous life and had seen this person on the celebrity roster, it was entirely because...
Grandma, this guy actually married an American girl! Oceanma, the young master hasn't tried it, wow~~~, and this is the United States at the end of the 19th century, which regarded Chinese as smokers, drug dealers and thieves!
"How cute and respectable, a great ocean horse full of courage for love! Why didn't the young master meet him? Master Li raised his eyelids slightly, straightened his waist, slowly leaned against the rattan chair, and stared at those slightly tired eyes.
Li Enfu, graduated from Yale University, was one of the young children studying in the United States in the late Qing Dynasty.
A young child sent by a backward country successfully entered the middle class in the United States with his own efforts. He also hooked up with an American girl to get married and have children, and became an American citizen. He can be a "higher Chinese" without worries about food and clothing. However, when he gradually started his life, he roared as a Chinese without hesitation!
He used his mouth and the pen in his hand to shout for his compatriots! He delivered speeches around New England, accurately analyzing the problem of Chinese workers in China, providing strong arguments, fierce and harsh words, and strongly condemning the supporters of the [***] movement. His words and deeds caused a great response at that time at Yale and in New England.
In the face of such a figure, Li Mo didn't know whether to respect him or be sad for him. Without the support of the country and the strong backing, this kind of empty roar especially makes him feel sad!
Since his reincarnation, Li Mo has never thought of being able to dominate the world, and he has never thought of killing beauty. He only hopes that he can use his knowledge to give this suffering nation a chance!
An opportunity to get involved in this era and stop being a bystander!
But in this chaotic era of relying on giant ship cannons to speak, there is no strong strength, and there is no right to speak, so he will take the risk of intervening in the Chilean civil war, in order to spend several times the money to get the giant ship cannon!
Li Enfu in front of him is a person who speaks with his mouth. Unfortunately, he has no strength to save the Chinese who are still struggling at the bottom in the United States and overseas.
His pen, his mouth, is just a catkins splashed by the rumbling explosion, and no one will care.
The eyes opposite were also gradually bright in surprise and surprise.
Li Enfu looked at the dark eyes, bright eyes, and clear eyes that could show his shadow. There was a irrepeech in his heart. This young man with the same surname as him, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously did not get enough sleep, but he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The shock to him was really too strong!
Three months ago, at an accidental party, he met George, the president of East Texas Oil Company, who is now popular in the United States. Perhaps because of their literary odors, they finally visited East Texas Petroleum Company at his invitation. It was this seemingly ordinary visit that became his long-term sleepable heart disease and changed his life.
He found that in the company of British young people with great attainment in literature, there were actually a large number of Chinese workers and even several executives. What surprised him even more was that George never discriminated against them and even treated them the same as Americans. There, as long as you have the ability and work hard, you will be respected and have a good life.
All this makes Li Enfu believe that this is the United States! When can the Chinese appear on the stage, sit careless in front of a group of foreign executives and talk, and even make some decisions?
Until George recommended Li Mo for him and hinted that it was the young master to let these Chinese students participate in business management, Li Enfu couldn't sit still. On the same day, he said goodbye to his wife and children, got on the train, turned to San Francisco and took a freighter to Hawaii.
When he came here, Li Mo had taken people to Chile for three months. He didn't see his master. He originally planned to go back first, but he saw that the mysterious young master, a large-scale expansion of the shipyard steel plant, and saw that batches of Chinese workers from the United States were taken here to work and let them settle down, Li Enfu resolutely He chose to stay, and finally found Fubo and offered to take the initiative to help the factory and shipyard.
After seeing it again for a month, he finally came here again. When he saw these eyes, he was stunned.
Even if I had heard that the young master was very young, when I saw the other party for the first time, I couldn't help but be a little distracted. The young man in front of me, who had created such a big foundation and could make a figure like George obedient, was just 15 years old!
"Sixteen! The young master used the virtual age!" Master Li protested in his heart, and the little girl was still on the side.
"Ciaoxi, go and bring the Pu'er they sent last month and make a pot of tea for your husband." Li Mo raised his hand and broke the silence in the room. Soon, Xiaoxiao returned to the room with a tea set. His bare hands were slender, and the strong tea fragrance soon spread.
"I haven't smelled this for years." The fragrance of tea overflowed, which tempted Li Enfu, who was born in the south, to suck his nose. When he was small and handed over the purple sand cup, he immediately looked up. Good tea." After turning around his teeth a few times, he breathed out. He put down the cup, raised his eyelids, swept the book on Li Mo's knee, and said, "Mr. Li, do you know me?"
Li Mo read the book with the other party. That book was written by Li Enfu. Last time I went to a bookstore in the United States, I found it from the corner. Originally, I just wanted to understand this era through books. After all, I am not a historian. I want to understand this era completely and thoroughly. Books It is the most useful.
I haven't read the book yet, because I bought too many books. First of all, I need to understand the information of this era. In addition, I have been busy in Chile for several months, and this kind of personal biography has not been ranked. It was just now that Xiao came to find himself and said that Li Enfu wanted to see him, so he remembered this book and found it.
"I haven't seen it yet." Li Mo picked up the teacup, and the hot smell of tea refreshed him: "But I don't want to see it now."
"Oh? Why? Li Enfu took a surprised look.
Master Li stretched out and glanced at the body sitting next to him and leaned forward slightly. He made tea with his bare hands, and his eyes fell smoothly on the delicate buttocks, which looked more and more delicate because of his body leaning forward: "Wu Reading? Can it be more interesting than listening to Mr. Li's own words while making tea?
Witnessing Li Mo's drooping eyes, Li Enfu hooked the corners of his mouth slightly: "Yes, reading books, reading other people's spring and autumn, how can it be more fun than writing your own spring and autumn?"
"Master Li, such a large shipyard, I'm afraid you want to build an ironclad ship!" He picked up a cup of fragrant tea again. Li Enfu looked up at the expanded shipyard in the distance and leaned his lips against the edge of the cup.
The words made the small body of the tea-making body suddenly shake, and the teapot in Su's hand tilted slightly.
"Cultural people! The young master seems to be quite predestined with them. Master Li thought about it, looked at the autobiography on his knees again, and nestled in the rattan chair happily, as if he didn't hear the shocking words just now. He just smiled and asked.
"Will you do it, sir?"