Genius Club.

Chapter 490 Keep your word
"Is there anything that can't be overcome?"

Lin Xian pointed at the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance and looked back at CC:

"No matter how you put it, it's just a bridge, a bridge in the physical sense. As long as we have legs, we can walk from Brooklyn to it, it's just a little slower... Is there any reason why we can't walk to Manhattan?"

"hehe."

CC smiled disapprovingly:
"What's the point of your bragging? You don't belong there, why do you have to force your way in? We don't even have the qualifications to go to Manhattan."

"Why not?" Lin Xian asked.

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

CC jumped down from the dilapidated wooden box, spread his arms, and showed off his [Wanderer Suit], then pointed at Lin Xian's newly updated [Church Suit]:
"Get it? No one in Manhattan wears the same clothes as us."

"Everyone, young and old, was dressed beautifully and neatly. The men wore suits or woolen coats, ties and hats. The women were dressed brightly and glitteringly. Their long skirts were flowing and beautiful, and their dresses were high-end and elegant."

"Look at what we are wearing. So, this is the difference, Lin Xian. We only belong to Brooklyn. Manhattan... is not our world."

……

Lin Xian looked at CC silently.

The more she said this, the more she felt her longing and desire for Manhattan.

Speaking of which, the first-generation CC pile probably has the worst living conditions among the thousand-year-old piles that Lin Xian knows.

Both Zhang Yuqian and Chu Anqing were born into wealthy families, so much so that Lin Xian once believed that the reincarnation of the Millennium Pile was also protected by the law of cause and effect and would not be reborn into a family other than a wealthy one.

Lin Xian didn't know much about CC's family conditions, but he heard from CC that at least her parents were still alive and she had lived a life without worries about food and clothing since childhood.

But looking at the first generation CC pile in front of us...

She really had a miserable life.

First, she was abandoned by her biological parents after she was born, and then the welfare home that adopted her went bankrupt, and she was once again left wandering on the streets and became a lonely person.

And now, she stood in the dilapidated Brooklyn and looked up at Manhattan, her eyes full of longing for the flowing long skirt.

"Do you want to wear a skirt, too?"

Lin Xian smiled.

He just noticed that CC's eyes lit up when she talked about the long skirts worn by Manhattan women.

"Of course, what girl doesn't want to wear a pretty dress?"

CC pursed his lips and said softly:

“【I really want to wear a white dress, light tulle lace, the kind that’s light and fluttering.】”

?

Sitting on a worn-out wooden box, Lin Xian tilted his head:
"Why does it have to be a white dress? I saw those upper-class ladies getting off the boat this morning. They were all dressed in all kinds of colors like chameleons, afraid that others would not notice them."

"And from your description... a white dress, light tulle and lace, and fluttering... why does it feel similar to a wedding dress?"

CC waved his hand:
"Oh, I was just describing it casually. I've never worn a white dress, so how could I describe it so accurately?"

"The reason I wanted to wear white is because I've never worn white clothes before. In our orphanage, the younger children pick up the clothes of the older children to wear. A piece of clothing is like a family heirloom, passed down from one person to another... until it is worn out and can no longer be patched."

"Under this premise, my grandma would definitely not buy white clothes. Because white is too easy to get dirty, and it will become impossible to wash it after wearing it twice, which is really a waste."

"I have always worn dark-colored clothes since I was a child. Black, brown, blue, purple... Anyway, I never had any light-colored clothes."

"I'm a teenage girl too, so of course I want to dress up beautifully and spin around on the beach in a fluttering white dress. Just like... just like... just like Marilyn Monroe."

CC giggled, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents, and looked back at Lin Xian:

"Animal skin caveman, do you know Marilyn Monroe?"

When Lin Xian heard this nickname, he smiled slightly:
"Of course I know."

Marilyn Monroe can be said to be one of the most famous actresses in American history.

Especially now in 1952, it can be said that Monroe was at the peak of her popularity.

CC compared like this.

Lin Xian probably also knew what the "floating white dress" looked like in her eyes.

Hey.

Thinking back to the little princess Chu Anqing of Donghai City, Lin Xian still feels sorry for the current Brooklyn girl CC.

Just a white dress.

It is not some luxury or distant wish.

But for CC...it is like the stars that are out of reach.

Habitual.

Lin Xian reached his right hand into his cotton coat pocket, trying to take out his cell phone, credit card, or wallet.

result.

Empty, cleaner than the face.

Today, he is no longer the overbearing CEO with billions in his hands. In fact... he is now poorer than CC.

Love can't help.

"If I have the chance, I will give you a white dress."

Lin Xian began to paint a rosy picture:
"Just consider it... as a thank you gift for taking care of me during this time."

"cut!"

CC looked at Lin Xian with disdain:
"Don't brag here. If you really have this much spare money, just go and be self-reliant. Don't follow me around like a little dog and cause me trouble. I'll be thankful for that."

"Oh, I'm serious."

Lin Xian smiled while holding his hands in his pockets:

"Just because I don't have money now doesn't mean I won't have money in the future. Don't worry, I will definitely keep my word."

"Speaking of which..."

He turned his head and looked up at the Manhattan skyline in the distance again:

“Since you like Manhattan so much, why don’t you go to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade?”

"The Highland Promenade is a great place to view the city of Manhattan. The whole of Manhattan can be seen at a glance on the other side of the promenade river. It is much more comfortable to appreciate than the pier here."

Humph.

CC snorted and crossed his arms:

"You're really talking without any pain. Brooklyn Heights is a wealthy area, very far from here. Do you think you can go there just by saying so?"

"I beg you to stop bragging, Lin Xian. You don't even have money for food... and you're still thinking about taking the bus to Brooklyn Heights? Forget it. If you really make money, the first thing you should do is to fulfill your promise and return the money for the stolen newspaper to that little black boy."

Lin Xian nodded:
"You make sense. Now that we have filled our stomachs, it's time to think of a way to make some money. Let me see..."

He looked around for opportunities to make money.

After all, he is also a time traveler from the year 2234. It is impossible that he cannot even earn some pocket money in such a backward era as 1952, right?
Ok……

Ah!
Soon, Lin Xian found a stall in the commercial district below the dock where he could make his first pot of gold.

【Balloon Booth】

These stalls where you inflate balloons in exchange for prizes can be seen everywhere in parks and squares of all sizes in Dragon Country. I never expected to see them in the United States in 1952.

I can only say... As expected of America, their shooting awareness is far ahead of its time.

"Let's go, come with me."

Lin Xian took CC's arm and led her to the long stairs, down to the dock below, and to the area where vendors gathered.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

CC was puzzled and looked at Lin Xian:

"We don't have any money on us, what are you doing in this stall?"

"It's okay, just watch."

Lin Xian and CC came to the balloon booth and observed from a distance.

At this moment, a family of three who had just got off the boat were playing with balloons at this stall.

Judging from the clothes they are wearing, they must be from wealthy families.

The men were wearing long black woolen coats and nylon hats, the women were wearing gorgeous clothes, and even the little girl jumping around nearby was dressed up carefully, wearing beautiful clothes and a sun hat on her head, like a little aristocratic princess.

"Dad, I want that!"

The little girl pointed to a box at the top of the prize rack, which contained a model doll similar to a Barbie doll.

Lin Xian squinted his eyes and carefully read the English on the box:

“Alice in Wonderland…it turns out the doll in it is not a Barbie doll, but Alice from Alice in Wonderland.”

In 1952, Disney's animation company had already begun to make great progress, starting with Mickey Mouse, and later on with Peter Pan and Cinderella... all of which are well-known and famous works.

“Alice in Wonderland seems like an animated film that came out in the 50s.”

Lin Xian, who loves movies, is naturally very familiar with some classic films in history. Sorting out the timeline in his mind, "Cinderella" seems to have been released in 1950, and "Alice in Wonderland" should be now in 1952, and is currently being shown in American cinemas.

He turned and looked at CC:

"Is the Disney animation Alice in Wonderland showing in the cinema right now?"

"do not know."

CC shook his head blankly:
"How could I possibly know this? I've never been to a cinema or watched a movie."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Lin Xian said nothing more.

I always forget that the original CC is about a poor homeless girl. In an era when movies are still a luxury, CC certainly has no conditions to watch it.

pop... pop... pop...

As the father continued to shoot with the air gun, the balloons were blown up one by one by the plastic bullets, and the little girl became more and more excited.

But in the end, the father only hit 10 out of 6 bullets and won no gifts; not to mention that he needed to hit all 10 bullets to win the first prize - the Alice doll from "Alice in Wonderland".

The little girl started crying:
"Daddy, daddy! I want Alice! I want Alice!!"

My father smiled and looked at the stall owner:

"One more round."

"No problem sir."

The boss respectfully said:

"You can have fun and we can pay together at the end."

Lin Xian took in this information.

well.

This stall allows players to play first and pay later, which provides the penniless Lin Xian with an opportunity to get something for free.

pop... pop... pop...

The little girl's father continued to play a few more rounds. His best result was hitting 8 balloons, and he exchanged them for a low-quality lollipop for the little girl. The results of the remaining few times were terrible, and he was still a long way from making the Alice doll.

"Woooooa ...

The little girl stamped her feet and cried:
"I want Alice! I want Alice!" The little girl's mother frowned:
"Baby, this doll can be bought at any supermarket. It only costs a few dozen cents. Mom will buy it for you when we get back to the city."

The father next to him also nodded:

"It's too difficult to hit 10 out of 10. Dad has tried his best. Let's go to the supermarket and buy one directly."

well.

Lin Xian obtained the second price information. The value of this doll was probably a few dozen cents.

I thought the little girl would give up and leave with her parents obediently... After all, they promised her to go to the supermarket and buy one directly. And when she went to the supermarket, she could inevitably buy some snacks, which was a very cost-effective deal.

however.

The unreasonableness of naughty children is the same in any era.

Especially in the United States, where you can’t be disciplined with slaps, brooms, or feather dusters...naughty kids are even more unbridled and invulnerable to swords and guns.

"No, no! I want Alice now! I want her now!"

The little girl used her passive skill, throwing a tantrum and screaming.

The little girl's father was also helpless, so he negotiated directly with the stall owner and wanted to buy the Alice doll outright.

The stall owner is a smart man. He knows that the longer the stalemate lasts, the more money he can make, so he refuses to sell.

"Perfect."

Lin Xian has a grasp of the situation and is ready to take action:

"It's my turn."

After saying that, he strode towards the stall.

"Why are you going!"

CC quickly grabbed him:
"You're crazy! You don't have the money to pay! The stall owners here are all in the same gang... If you dare to run away from paying, they will definitely beat you to death!"

"Besides, these are just children's games. Why are you joining in the fun? Can you hit a balloon and make bread out of it?"

Lin Xian chuckled:
"I'm sure I can't make bread, but..."

He took the hand that was holding his wrist away and looked at CC:

"I can win you a ticket...to Brooklyn Heights."

CC Open your eyes:

"what?"

This guy must be crazy!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xian had already walked to the front of the stall. CC gritted her teeth, not knowing whether to approach or leave... She was in a dilemma, so she could only frown and keep a safe distance, waiting for the right opportunity.

In the balloon booth.

The little girl's father and the boss are still arguing.

The boss said, either continue playing or take it away for $5. The prizes at the booth must not be the same price as in the supermarket.

The little girl's father said he understood, but $5 was too much. He was only willing to pay $2 at most, which was already a lot. After all, a round of balloon popping game only cost 10 cents.

Click.

Lin Xian picked up the toy air gun, pulled the trigger, and said to the boss in English:

"Boss, let's play a round."

While bargaining, the boss glanced at Lin Xian:
"Play, 10 cents a game, 10 rounds, pay when you're done."

Then he immediately turned his head to look at the little girl's father, pointing at the little girl who was crying and stomping her feet:

"5 dollars! Not a penny less!"

Snap! Snap.

Snap! Snap.

Snap! Snap.

……

Next to him, there was a very rhythmic sound of guns being loaded, and every time the gun was loaded, a balloon would explode.

The little girl's father and the boss stopped arguing for a moment, turned their heads, and stared in amazement at Lin Xian who was handling the situation with ease.

I saw.

This young man with an Asian face held the air rifle as easily as holding chopsticks, without even aiming… Load and shoot! Load and shoot! Ten balloons lined up exploded one after another from right to left, without any deviation!
Snapped!
When the last balloon explodes, a game ends, all 10 shots hit the target and 10 balloons explode.

Lin Xian hooked his finger at the Alice doll on the top of the prize stand:
"Bring it here."

The boss gritted his teeth, his face turned red and blue, but he finally accepted the defeat, took the huge packaging box of the doll and handed it to Lin Xian.

Lin Xian squatted down and smiled at the naughty child whose wailing became even more terrifying... no, it was the little angel:

"Little Angel, do you want it?"

"belch!"

When the little girl heard that it was for her, she immediately changed her expression, stopped crying in an instant, and nodded frantically.

The little girl's parents saw that their naughty child had finally been coaxed into submission, and looked at Lin Xian in panic:

"Sir, please...are you willing to give us the prize?"

Lin Xian handed the box to the little girl.

Then he stood up and held out his hand to the little girl's father:

"2 dollars, thank you."

Without any hesitation, the gentleman took out two $1 coins and placed them in Lin Xian's hand, thanked him and left.

Ha ha.

Lin Xian laughed secretly inwardly.

What does it mean to use the emperor to control the princes... It turns out that it is easier to make money from children.

Then he took out a coin and handed it to the balloon booth owner:

"No more playing, give me change."

……

CC was stunned as he watched Lin Xian's actions.

Lin Xian hummed a little tune and walked towards CC happily. He was not so happy even when Rhine Company made hundreds of millions of dollars:
"Here, look."

He opened his palm, and inside lay six coins of different sizes.

1美刀、25美分X2、10美分X4。

"God..."

CC blinked in disbelief.

She really didn't expect that this unprepossessing man from Dragon Country in front of her...actually made 2 US dollars in just a few minutes, just like a magic trick!

Even robbing money can’t be done so quickly!
2 US dollars...this is a huge sum of money!
She raised her head and looked at Lin Xian:

"Lin Xian, you've made a fortune! These two dollars are enough for you to live on for a long time!"

Lin Xian smiled slightly:
"Life's problems are important, but we can put them aside for now. Let's use this money to take the bus... to Brooklyn Heights!"

CC took a deep breath:

"you……"

Only then did she understand what Lin Xian meant when he said he would win her a ticket to Brooklyn Heights.

He wasn't joking.

but……

She still shook her head:
"Forget it, Lin Xian, you should keep this money to buy bread and food."

"Whether it's the Brooklyn Heights Promenade or Manhattan across the river, they are there and will be there for decades or hundreds of years... It's not like they will run away if we don't go to see them now."

"You have to understand, Lin Xian, just because you are lucky enough to earn this much money today doesn't mean you will have such luck in the future. So... don't waste your money on such meaningless things, save it to fill your stomach in the future."

“No, it’s not meaningless.”

Lin Xian said seriously:

“Try your best to fulfill every promise and honor every oath, that is the greatest meaning.”

He looked up, into CC's eyes, into CC's face, and time went wrong, overlapping with Chu Anqing's smiling face:
"I haven't done many of the things I promised you."

He remembered.

After returning from the United States after participating in the World Hacking Competition, I made an appointment with Chu Anqing at the airport to go to the British Museum to see the "Sad Einstein" on display and collect clues; at that time, Chu Anqing also volunteered to be my tour guide and was looking forward to this trip.

Didn't do it.

At the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, Chu Anqing made him a sweet cake on his birthday, and she promised to prepare a surprise gift for her on her 20th birthday.

Didn't do it.

On the space plane at an altitude of 20,000 meters, Chu Anqing wrote him a small note at the last moment of her life, asking him to open it in his dream.

Didn't do it.

He promised Chu Shanhe that he would protect An Qing and find his precious daughter.

Still didn’t do it.

Hey……

Lin Xian felt a little sad in his heart.

and so.

Don’t make false promises about the first generation CC.

You won't starve to death if you eat less bread. At worst, you can still sing hymns in church and earn a meal.

I don’t know when the first generation CC will turn into blue stardust and dissipate, so cherish every second of the present and fulfill the promises you have made to others.

"what?"

CC was a little surprised:

"You didn't promise me anything... We just met..."

"Okay, let's go."

Lin Xian interrupted her, grabbed her wrist, and ran towards the dock:
"Ah, before we take the bus, we have to go back to the street where we started and pay the black boy back for the newspaper."

puff-

CC was running behind and was amused:
"It seems that you are a man of your words."

"Of course."

Lin Xian climbed up the long stairs, looked into the distance, and recalled the short, hunchbacked little black boy:

"I hope...he hasn't gone back to get beaten yet."

(End of this chapter)