Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 202 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

1928, December 12, Christmas.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Massachusetts, USA.

Several well-dressed white men knocked on the door of the school building and looked at the only Chinese roommate in the dormitory. This Chinese roommate was tall but a little thin, wearing glasses, holding a book in his hands, with a cup of coffee on the table. He was very elegant and turned a deaf ear to what was happening in the outside world.

In the campus culture of the United States, guys like the Chinese man in front of you who read books and are not affected by the outside world at all are called "Nerds", which is a word full of derogatory meanings.

However, these white roommates did not show much contempt for their Chinese roommate who was at the bottom of the American racial contempt chain. Instead, they spoke out loudly.

"Lu, today is Christmas, the campus dance is about to begin, and we have found dance partners, we are just waiting for you!"

"This is your American New Year, not mine. Besides, I have to focus on my studies because I have an exam the day after tomorrow. I don't want to be the only one in our dormitory who doesn't have a test. Can you bring me two bottles of 'Everywhere' when you come back? I'll make some cocktails for you."

"You really know how to choose. 'Everywhere' is not cheap now, but I'll treat you."

Patting their chests, the white guys went downstairs, started the car, and drove away with the female companions.

Listening to the sound of car engines fading away downstairs, Lu Guangda took a sip of coffee, took off his glasses, walked to the window, looked at the campus that was decorated with lights to celebrate Christmas, then looked at himself in the dressing mirror and sighed for no reason.

Three years had passed since he traveled across the ocean to study at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States in 1925.

When he stepped onto the Manhattan Harbor, Lu Guangda was shocked by the sight before him. He looked at the skyscrapers rising from the ground, the skyscrapers under construction, the hustle and bustle of traffic on the road, and the pedestrians coming and going.

Only then did Lu Guangda realize how correct Wang Yi's words were, and they were even conservative.

Compared with such a country, the Republic of China has not changed much in the 17 years since its founding. Apart from its historical heritage, there is nothing that can be compared with the United States in the same period.

Even Shanghai, known as the foreign land, is no different from a small town club in the United States.

He finally understood that if he didn't change and keep up with the times, the destruction of his country and his race would be imminent!
Therefore, he dared not forget the burden on his shoulders for a moment, nor did he dare to expose his identity as an alien. He had to hide, he had to learn the knowledge here, and he had to become the best one among the students admitted to this institution, even if it would attract the doubts and contempt of many white people.

He learned five languages ​​including French, Russian, Italian and English. He always got first place in every exam. He tried his best to bring honor to himself and to the Chinese people.

He wanted to use his achievements to tell these white people, why can't Chinese people do it? Chinese people are very good!
If Wang Yi's words at the birthday party for the old man of the Lu family only planted a seed in his heart, then what he saw and heard during his three years of studying in Massachusetts made the seed in Lu Guangda's heart germinate, grow vigorously, and become a big tree.

As a practitioner, he became Li Shuwen's apprentice and learned the secrets of Baji. Before leaving, he also received Wang Yi's reversal of the eight directions and how to advance to the four basic forces version of the human body's magnetic field. He was not afraid that he would not be able to endure it.

This is the good thing about being a cultivator. Living to be a hundred years old without any illness or disaster is the basic requirement. Living to be a hundred and twenty or a hundred and thirty years old is also good enough to be able to jump and fight.

Even if you are sixty or seventy years old, if you don't reveal your real age, outsiders will think you are only around forty years old. It is not until you are eighty that you will gradually start to look old.

Although he had made a solemn vow in his heart not to show his side as a cultivator on this land, whenever he was alone in a room, Lu Guangda would always sigh when looking at himself in the mirror.

He was a young man from a noble family who was talented in both literature and martial arts, but now he could only appear in front of people as a weak scholar. Apart from the most basic static exercises every day, he could only review the dynamic exercises for two or three months a year.

In the past three years, he could feel that his cultivation level had stagnated. In other words, it was a miracle that he had neglected his cultivation for three years and yet was able to maintain his level without regressing.

After sighing for a moment, Lu Guangda took out a piece of black paper from under the pillow on the bed, circulated the true Qi in his body slightly, and warmed the paper.

This was what he got from the Wang family before he went abroad. It was made by the Wang family's family heirloom "Shen Tu", which is one of the four famous families in the Chinese supernatural circle and is as famous as his Lu family.

In duplicate, one for yin and one for yang.

By inputting true Qi, one can transmit information written on Yang paper to Yin paper thousands of miles away, and information written on Yin paper can also be transmitted to Yang paper.

When he went abroad, Lu Guangda gave the Yang paper to Wang Yi and told him that if he came to the United States to find him one day, he could first inform him of the information through the Yang paper. But now three years have passed, and he is about to finish his university courses in Massachusetts. He has not received any news about Wang Yi coming to the United States to find him. For three years, they have basically communicated through telegrams.

"It's almost the New Year here, and I don't know what you, Wang Yi, have done in China. Last time, it was Lu Jin who sent me a telegram saying that you instigated a group of people to give the Japanese a hard time outside the Great Wall. But now I understand that if you can't win on the battlefield, it's useless to kill as many aliens as possible. Alas, the world is so difficult..."

Just as Lu Guangda was sighing, footsteps were heard outside the corridor, heading towards his school building.

"Ricardo M. Lu?" "It is me."

The person who came was the security guard of the school building. When he saw Lu Guangda nod, he spoke.

"Someone looking for you."

"Who?"

"I don't know, but he looks very rich. He's just downstairs."

After saying that, the man left, leaving Lu Guangda alone with a frown on his face.

He didn't stay in seclusion for the past three years. He had come into contact with his colleagues on campus who went to the United States to study like him. He also had a good relationship with the white roommates in his own dormitory. They were all campus people, so it was impossible for the security guard not to know them.

But if he is from outside the school, then he can only be someone from home. However, the security guard should have made it clear that he is Chinese, but the other party did not say anything, only saying that he looks very rich.

Foreigners? Does he know any foreigners besides his mentor?
When Lu Guangda was puzzled, he also noticed a line of words on the Yin paper hidden behind him: Brother Lu, I came to see you~
This short sentence made Lu Guangda stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic. He changed into the most appropriate clothes as quickly as possible, then hurried downstairs, and then saw the person standing there waiting for him.

It was not the face he remembered. It was a straight white face mixed with some oriental charm.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, standing there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a box. After seeing him, he just nodded slightly.

Although he was confused, Lu Guangda, who had already learned how to hide himself in the past three years, restrained his emotions at the first moment. He also nodded slightly to the disguised Wang Yi, acting like an acquaintance he had met a few times.

After nodding, the two men walked out of the school building one after the other. Outside the school building, a customized car was parked there. Wang Yi got on the passenger seat and drove away.

Meanwhile, Lu Guangda, who was sitting on the passenger seat, was also staring closely at Wang Yi who was driving, with all his strength in his hands.

It's not that he did it on purpose, but being in a foreign country, he had to be extremely careful.

"Brother Lu, your vigilance is good, and please forgive me. In this place, it is not easy for Chinese people to get things done with their faces."

In response to Lu Guangda's caution, Wang Yi, who was still staring at the John Wick vest, also removed his disguise. When the familiar voice came out, Lu Guangda completely relaxed.

He punched Wang Yi and then laughed and scolded.

"You are such a jerk! You didn't even send me a telegram to let me know when you came."

"I've been in New York for almost three months, and I've been busy with my own things. I wanted to send you a telegram, but then I thought it would be nice to give you a surprise. Look, I brought you a gift."

Wang Yi drove the car and pointed to the box on the back seat. Lu Guangda leaned over to take it. When he opened it, he saw that it was the main beverage brand of the mainland hotel "Everywhere" opened by Wang Yi under the name of John Wick.

"Huh? Everywhere?"

The next second, there was a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground. Lu Guangda staggered and hurriedly protected the wine in the box. He looked at Wang Yi in confusion, wondering what was wrong with him again.

But Wang Yi also looked at him in confusion.

"Everywhere?!"

"You're talking about this brand, it's called 'Everywhere' and it became popular at the end of October. I heard it was selling very well in New York. It's also been sold here at the beginning of this month. Americans must have called it by the words on the label, so we gave it a Chinese name, 哪都通, which just happens to fit the meaning of the brand. Who in the wine business doesn't want to sell their brand all over the world?

I have to say this, I don't know why the Americans are crazy, they have a prohibition for no reason, sometimes when I feel annoyed and want to drink, I feel like a thief, and the wine is very expensive, expensive is fine, but it's easy to drink fake wine. I can count the days I drank in the past three years on my fingers, this brand is good, not cutting corners, full of taste, affordable, even in school, it's hard to find, you really made the right gift for me."

Wang Yi was already a little dazed by Lu Guangda's words, who had finally freed himself.

Your Chinese translation team has gone a bit too far, right? So after all the twists and turns, I have become the founder of Nadutong? !

(End of this chapter)