Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 81: Arrogant at first and respectful at the end

"Hello, Uncle Dongshan, my good friend!"

The visitor fits He Songling's stereotype of the vampires on Wall Street. In fact, this stereotype came about because the financial tycoons of that period all dressed and behaved in this way, which was later incorporated into American movies in the second half of the 20th century, giving this impression to the world.

His suit was impeccable, his hair, though thinning, was still neatly combed back, his eyes were filled with greed and desire.

The financial tycoons of this day have not yet upgraded to the version of themselves that has "You're an idiot, but I'm polite" written all over their faces. They generally have a more direct attitude towards others that looks down on them.

But his attitude towards Dongshan was obviously quite good. After all, Dongshan only injured his leg meridians and could not fight, but that did not mean he could not mobilize Qi. For the United States, a newly emerged country with only a hundred years of history, they had never even seen a strange person, let alone an organization to manage strange people. The little Qi that Dongshan could mobilize was enough for Americans to worship him as a god.

"Oh my good friend, you have grown so much, little Joseph. When we last met, you were not yet in college. How is Patrick?"

Dongshan didn't hesitate and gave the man a hug.

"Unfortunately, he passed away last year." Joseph's face was somewhat sad.

"What?" Dongshan was obviously stunned. "Then what I telegraphed was..."

"He is an old friend in our store. He and my father have always been as close as brothers. He told me the news, and I hurried to the East to meet my father's good friend."

"What a pity, I'm so sorry." Dongshan also showed a sad look. No matter how the family develops in the future, his friendship with the old man is real. In Dongshan's heart, he will always be the beer hall owner with a warm smile.

"Well, there's no need to be too sad. Seeing that you are still the same as you were back then, I know that what my father said is right. You are indeed a voodoo practitioner."

Joseph smiled and said, "I heard that you came to me to discuss a business deal? Excuse me, the investment of the civilized world in the Far East is mostly in India and Rishi Island. Uncle Dongshan, your country... seems to be still in ancient times, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Dongshan and He Songling frowned.

Arrogant Ansa.

"Brother Li, what are these devils saying?" Li Guizhen, Lü Ci and Zhang Muzhi were eavesdropping outside, but Lü Ci didn't understand a word of English and Zhang Muzhi could only understand a few words. Only Li Guizhen, who had been doing some trade business with his family for many years, could understand most of it.

"They say that our country is full of mystical superstitions and uncivilized barbaric ancient people." Li Guizhen was also annoyed by Joseph's constant mention of "civilized world", "voodoo" and "ancient people". But he sadly found that although the words were unpleasant to hear, he could hardly refute them, let alone resist them.

"Fuck, I'll shoot this devil, I don't know what he calls my gun!" Zhang Muzhi loaded his pistol and rushed in to fight with Joseph. Lu Ci was more direct, and the Ruyi Jin had already penetrated from the ground to the bottom of Joseph's feet. As long as he had a slight thought, the Qi Jin could raise the flag for this white man from the bottom up.

"Back off." He Songling stamped his feet, dispersing Lu Ci's Ruyi Jin. It was easy to catch this man with Qi, but it didn't earn him respect. Joseph was also quite respectful to Dongshan, which was the result of his Qi, but it still couldn't make Joseph look up to his country and nation.

"Mr. Joseph, right?" He Songling suddenly spoke in English, which made Joseph look at He Songling in surprise, "Yes, you are..."

"My name is He Songling, and I'm the major shareholder of the Nisheng Group." He Songling didn't bother to be polite with the Angsa people. He grabbed the paper materials in the air and they fell into his hands and he put them into Joseph's arms.

"Oh, the magical oriental voodoo." The arrogance is unique to the Ansa people. Apart from God, they do not recognize any gods or religions, and they all think that Taoism is some kind of evil god or cult. Not to mention now, even a hundred years later, Taoism is still translated as "Voodoo" in the United States.

"This is not some bullshit voodoo, nor is it your God's power. Since Mr. Joseph claims to be a civilized world, he should know that as long as there are objective facts in the real world, it can be called science, right?"

He Songling sneered: "This is our Chinese science, a science that you have not yet fully understood."

"He, you are very humorous, haha." Joseph laughed: "Don't get excited, I have no ill intentions, but I really didn't expect to hear the word 'science' in this Eastern land. What is this, is it your 'scientific research results'?"

"Yes, a new scientific research result. It's very simple, but it's enough to take money out of the pockets of bandits in the far west."

What He Songling gave him was, of course, information on antibiotics. He certainly wouldn't do anything to aid the enemy. The information only contained information on the mechanism of action and application prospects of antibiotics. The real dry goods were not leaked at all, but this was enough to make Joseph open his mouth wide.

"This... this is, oh my God! This is not science, this is a miracle, it is God's mercy to believers!" Joseph is not only a greedy capitalist, he is also an outstanding graduate of Harvard University, he understands some things. After reading only two pages, Joseph, who was so proud just now, completely lost control of his expression, and his mouth opened so wide that a whole apple could be stuffed into it.

"I'm sorry to say that this is pure science. Times are changing fast, Mr. Joseph. Thirty years ago, you could still see people with braids on the back of their heads in my country, and it was not surprising.

After all, the history of the United States is now 150 years, which is not even half of the history of one dynasty in our country, but now you regard yourself as the world's number one in science and technology. As for an ancient country with a 5,000-year-old civilization, when she grasps the pulse of the times, can you imagine how much energy she can burst out? "

He Songling took the document back from his arms and said, "Let's share this scientific research result with the Europeans. As for you, Mr. Joseph, why don't you go to the church and ask your God if he can give you the technology?"

"No, no, no, Mr. He, please don't do this."

The foreigner was much more respectful now, and even called him "sir". He bowed deeply to He Songling, "I apologize for my arrogance. China is a magical country, and I beg for your forgiveness. Your invention is definitely the greatest invention in history, and it will win the Nobel Prize. Believe me, if I can't be the agent for the sale of this thing, I will die with regret!"

(End of this chapter)