For smart people, they don’t need to say too much to understand the beauty of it.
Roosevelt was a smart man. Whether it was running for the next president or how to solve the economic crisis, Zhou Hexuan only gave a general direction. This was enough. As long as Roosevelt thought it was right, he would naturally move towards the goal, regardless of the difficulties encountered along the way.
He will figure it out on his own.
After Zhou Hexuan got on the line with Roosevelt, he immediately contacted Zhang Mouzhi who was far away in California. Zhou Hexuan was only responsible for investment and giving ideas. The specific operation of creating a contraceptive condom factory required Zhang Mouzhi to personally intervene.
Before he left Albany, Zhang Pengchun suddenly came to visit, bringing a telegram and an invitation letter.
"Mr. Zhou, I finally found you." Zhang Pengchun said with a smile.
Zhou Hexuan was quite surprised: "Aren't you accompanying Mr. Mei Lanfang on a tour? How did you find this place?"
"The performances of the Mei Troupe are on the right track, and the specific arrangements will be made by the acting agent," Zhang Pengchun said with a smile. "I came here to help people deliver a message this time. I only found out through Hongmen in the United States that Mr. Zhou had arrived in the capital of New York State.
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Perhaps many people don’t know that Zhang Pengchun served as the provost of Tsinghua University for three years and pioneered the directing system of Chinese dramas. He was also one of the founders of the "Crescent Society" and even named the poetry club after Zhang Pengchun.
He admired Tagore, so he named it "Crescent Moon", which was unanimously approved by Xu Zhimo and Hu Shi.
As for this time, Zhang Pengchun was invited by Columbia University, sponsored by Nankai University, to give lectures in the United States, and served as the artistic director and performance consultant of Mei Lanfang Theater Company.
Zhou Hexuan first opened the invitation letter sent by Zhang Pengchun, but it was an appointment letter from Columbia University, wanting to hire Zhou Hexuan as a visiting professor at Columbia University.
Zhang Pengchun smiled and said: "Mr. Zhou, Columbia University is very sincere. As long as you serve as an honorary professor at Columbia, they are willing to cooperate with Chinese universities. As for which university, it is up to you to designate it. There are two full scholarships for students studying abroad every year.
Quota.”
"Is there such a good thing?" Zhou Hexuan suddenly became interested.
1929 was the last year of the wave of Chinese students studying in Europe and the United States. Since then, the number of European and American students has declined sharply.
There are two reasons for the starring role: First, the Nanjing National Government has controlled and improved the qualifications for studying abroad; second, the Geng fund for studying abroad has been exhausted, and students from ordinary families cannot afford the huge expenses of studying abroad.
Therefore, after 1930, few Chinese students studied in Europe, and most of those who studied in the United States chose Japan, which was cheaper and more convenient.
You get what you pay for. Among the overseas students after the 1930s, there were very few masters.
Like Mr. Qian Xuesen, the father of the two bombs, he was lucky. In the mid-1930s, the Nanjing government suddenly restarted the government-sponsored study abroad program. Qian Xuesen happened to catch this opportunity and successfully admitted to Tsinghua University as a government-funded student in the United States. However, this government-funded study abroad program was only implemented for three years.
, was once again invalidated by the Nanjing government.
If he could help China train more scientists, Zhou Hexuan would be very willing to accept the appointment of Columbia University. In fact, Zhou Hexuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. Now that he has money, he can use part of it to set up a "private study abroad fund."
Each year, ten or twenty outstanding students are supported to study abroad.
Zhou Hexuan received the invitation and said with a smile: "I accepted this letter of appointment."
Zhang Pengchun pointed to which telegram and said: "The telegram was sent from France and was sent directly to the Chinese Embassy in the United States. You were in New York at the time, and the embassy sent someone to send the telegram, but you went to San Francisco again. The people from the embassy arrived
After arriving in San Francisco, I learned that you went to Albany, and I happened to bring you with you."
"That's really a lot of trouble." Zhou Hexuan sweated violently.
When I opened the telegram, I saw that it was from France. It was from Li Shizeng. It contained two messages: "The final nomination for the Nobel Prize in Literature has been approved. The Goncourt Prize is expected to enter the third round. Please come to Europe as soon as possible."
This telegram was sent at the end of October. At that time, Zhou Hexuan was shorting U.S. stocks with Livemore, so it only said that Zhou Hexuan had entered the second round of the Goncourt Prize. Calculating the time, now the third round of the Goncourt Prize was shortlisted.
I'm afraid it has already been announced.
Alas, communications are so backward these days. To send a transoceanic telegram, you still have to find someone to receive it.
Unlike in the 21st century, as soon as the European list was announced, newspapers and websites in China and the United States covered it with overwhelming coverage.
Columbia University is in New York, very close to Albany. Zhou Hexuan plans to go to Columbia University, and then cross the Atlantic to Europe. Calculating the time, it should be still too late.
Manhattan, New York.
Zhou Hexuan came here again, and the scene was even more miserable and depressing than half a month ago.
In Manhattan in 1929, nearly 200 skyscrapers had been built intensively. The sight of high-rise buildings would make any Chinese who arrived here for the first time feel an unparalleled shock from the bottom of their hearts.
Major cities in China, including Peking and Shanghai, don’t even have many tram tracks, but Manhattan’s subway has been built to Line 6.
When Zhou Hexuan and Zhang Pengchun came to Manhattan this time, they happened to encounter a strike by construction workers on Line 7. To be precise, after they were forced to stop work, they gathered on the roadside to hold demonstrations and strongly demanded that the New York government pay them back wages.
"We want to work!"
"Profiting from labor is a sacred right granted by the Constitution!"
"..."
Various placards were held high by the workers. Next to them were several fruit vendors. These mobile vendors were very common during the Great Depression. If you chat with any vendor at random, there is a chance that he is a banker after bankruptcy.
There are also very few taxis on the streets, because even taxi companies have announced that they will cease operations or simply go bankrupt.
Zhou Hexuan and Zhang Pengchun could only go there by tram, get off the train at the terminal and continue walking. The skyscrapers on both sides of the road looked deserted because a large number of companies in the office rooms had closed down, and the department stores were deserted.
Manhattan real estate prices, which were speculated to sky-high prices before the stock market crash, have fallen by more than 60% in just half a month.
Don't think about buying a house at the bottom. Manhattan housing prices haven't bottomed out yet. They didn't rebound until ten years ago. By then, China's war of resistance had already started for two years.
While walking, Zhou Hexuan suddenly saw a guy in a suit and leather shoes on the side of the road, standing next to a Mercedes-Benz car, with a sign hanging on his chest: "Mercedes-Benz cars for sale at low prices, only $50. I graduated from Yale University."
, I have been working in the financial industry for ten years and hope to get a stable job with a weekly salary of US$20.”
Pengchun Zhang shook his head: "A banker who graduated from Yale University can't even find a job with a weekly salary of 20 US dollars. It's really unbelievable."
Zhou Hexuan happened to be tired from walking, so he waved to the man and said: "Hey, buddy!"
Seeing that they were two Asians, the other party hesitated for a few seconds, then ran over and said, "Sir, do you want to buy a car? I just bought this Mercedes-Benz last year. There is nothing wrong with it. For only $50, it is yours."
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Zhou Hexuan asked while taking out the money: "What's your name?"
"Alan, Alan Bart." For the sake of the dollar, the other party became even more enthusiastic.
Zhou Hexuan handed him $50 and said with a smile: "My factory just needs a financial person. Can you tell me about your resume in detail?"
"Are you a factory owner?" Alan Bart's attitude instantly became respectful and he said quickly, "Sir, my name is Alan Bart. I am 34 years old and graduated from Yale University with a major in finance. I have been a stock trader for two years.
After that, I joined Newfound Bank as a mid-level employee. Before the stock market crash, I was already a credit manager. I am very capable at work. It was not my fault that Newfound Bank collapsed. It was because a large number of loans could not be recovered and there was an unmanageable run.
Chao. As long as you hire me, it’s 20 dollars per week... no, 18 dollars is fine. I promise to work hard!"
Zhou Hexuan pointed at the Mercedes-Benz and smiled: "Let's go, the car said, I still have to rush."
Alan Bart was very discerning and took the initiative to sit in the cab as the driver. After waiting for Zhou Hexuan, Zhang Pengchun and Sun Yongzhen to get in the car, he asked diligently: "Sir, where are you going?"
"Columbia University." Zhou Hexuan said.
Alan Bart started the car and asked curiously: "Are you a lecturer there?"
Zhang Pengchun smiled and interjected: "You must have heard his name, the famous Mr. Zhou Hexuan."
"Gah!"
Alan Bart braked suddenly, looked back at Zhou Hexuan in disbelief, and exclaimed: "Are you the Far Eastern wizard?"
Zhou Hexuan's forehead was full of black lines: "..."
