The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

The stock market crash in the United States is not over yet, and a terrible chain reaction has already begun.

When Zhou Hexuan and Zhang Mouzhi left New York and were about to go to San Francisco, there was a long line of withdrawals at the door of every bank in the city. Crazy bank runs caused a large number of small and medium-sized banks to close down, and even some large banks had difficulty turning over.

The successive bank failures led to the bankruptcy and closure of many factories, followed by the unemployment of workers, and the general poverty of the American people. The sharp drop in national consumption capacity made industrial and agricultural products even more unsalable, and capitalists and farmers destroyed a large number of "surplus" products.

The era of the Great Depression is coming...

A nursery rhyme became popular in New York: Mellon blows the whistle, Hoover rings the death knell. Wall Street sends a signal that the United States is rushing to hell!

Mike, this guy is still very capable, and he actually took the opportunity to make "national wealth". He used half of the publishing house's cash for newspaper propaganda, and major newspapers in New York published headlines: "The Rise of Great Powers" predicted success, and the United States is facing an unprecedented economic crisis!

After this reminder, Americans finally recalled that Zhou Hexuan wrote a book two or three years ago to predict the big stock market crash in the United States and the more serious consequences brought about by the stock market crash.

Even Zhou Hexuan predicted the approximate time of the stock market crash very accurately.

The "Wall Street Journal" is still stubborn, saying that the impact of the stock market crash is only temporary, and the US economy will recover soon. Zhou Hexuan's talk about the Great Depression is purely alarmist.

The New York Times expressed its amazement at Zhou Hexuan's prediction: "Although the situation is unacceptable, there is no doubt that the prediction of the Great Depression in Mr. Zhou Hexuan's writings is very likely to come true. This scholar from the Far East, like A fortune-teller with supernatural powers, who foretells the impending disaster in America."

Later, Mike didn't even need to pay to contact the newspapers. Many newspapers all over the United States reported spontaneously, and some even called Zhou Hexuan a "Far East Wizard" and "Devil Prophet".

Then a ridiculous scene appeared——

When the entire American book market was sluggish, Zhou Hexuan's "The Rise of Great Powers" bucked the trend and sold wildly. There are even bankrupt street vagrants who are hungry and buy books to read, just wanting to know how they got to where they are today.

On November 3, "Rise of Great Powers" sold 8,000 copies in the United States; on November 4, the single-day sales volume of "Rise of Great Powers" exceeded 10,000; on November 5, the daily sales volume of "Rise of Great Powers" soared to 30,000... Until the approach of New Year's Day, the monthly sales volume of "The Rise of Great Powers" in the United States reached a terrifying 320,000 copies.

If we say that before the stock market crash, Mei Lanfang was the Chinese most sought after by the American people. Well, now when China is mentioned, the first thing Americans think of is Zhou Hexuan.

In just a few days, Zhou Hexuan has become a household name in the United States. As a result, some foolish men and women heard the hearsay, thinking that Zhou Hexuan brought the stock market crash, and they used Zhou Hexuan's name as a devil to scare children.

When he learned that Zhou Hexuan was in the United States at this time, many schools, including Harvard University, Princeton University, Yale University, and Stanford University, sent invitation letters to lecture one after another, and several universities directly invited him to be an honorary professor.

San Francisco, Chinatown.

When Zhou Hexuan arrived here from the train station in a car sent by Hongmen, Situ Meitang, the leader of Wuzhou Hongmen, personally led people to greet him on crutches.

More than 3,000 Chinese stood guard on both sides of the street, wanting to witness Zhou Hexuan, a university student who predicted the stock market crash. Not only local newspapers in the United States sent reporters to take pictures and interviews, but even some white Americans came here curiously to see what Zhou Hexuan looked like.

Looking at the grand occasion on the street, Zhang Mouzhi couldn't help sighing: "Even if Mr. Sun Yat-sen came to San Francisco, I'm afraid it's just such a pomp."

The car came to a complete stop, but before Zhou Hexuan could do anything, a disciple from the Hongmen came to open the door.

Zhou Hexuan got out of the car and saw an old man with a gray beard coming towards him. He immediately cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Situ is too enthusiastic, I can't do it!"

"So, so," Situ Meitang laughed, "Mr. Zhou is proud of the Chinese people. Now who dares to say that the Chinese people are stupid? Our university scholars can even predict the stock market crash in advance. Just a few days ago, A ghost asked me, wondering if China has mysterious divination and witchcraft. Hahahahaha!"

Zhou Hexuan followed with a smile and said, "The old man can recommend "Book of Changes" to him."

"Don't tell me, we are fortune tellers in Chinatown, business is much better these days." Situ Meitang said cheerfully.

Zhou Hexuan said: "Then I can be regarded as contributing to my compatriots in the United States."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Situ Meitang stretched out his hand to lead the way: "Mr. Zhou, please!"

"Don't dare, you go ahead." Zhou Hexuan hastily declined.

Situ Meitang didn't twitch anymore, but clinging to Zhou Hexuan's hand, they walked side by side towards the inner hall.

A white American suddenly rushed up and said to the Hongmen disciples who stopped him, "I am a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle. I want to interview Mr. Zhou. Please let me in!"

Situ Meitang frowned, turned around and ordered: "Let him in."

Everyone entered the Hongmen lobby, and after everyone was seated, Situ Meitang personally introduced Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, this is Ruan Benwan, the incense master of Anliang Hall in Chicago."

Zhou Hexuan immediately greeted with clasped fists: "Master Ruan Xiang!"

"Mr. Zhou, please be polite." Ruan Benwan clasped his fists in return.

Situ Meitang also introduced: "This is Li Shengce, the incense master of Anliang Church in New York."

"Hello, Master Li Xiang!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

"Who is this……"

Situ Meitang introduced more than 20 people one after another. To Zhou Hexuan's surprise, except for the deputy leader of the Hongmen who had something to do and did not return, all the incense masters from all the Hongmen churches in the United States were present. In addition, some Marshals of the Hongmen, chief stewards, Godang, red sticks, and paper fans also stepped forward to greet Zhou Hexuan.

Zhou Hexuan said with emotion: "Mr. Situ, Hexuan, how can He De be able to make the Hongmen brothers work so hard."

"Hahaha," Situ Meitang smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, even if I don't say anything, everyone wants to come and see whether the university student Mr. Zhou is superhuman or not."

Zhou Hexuan glanced at the white man and asked, "This reporter..."

Situ Meitang directly said to the reporter: "You can interview first, please leave after the end, we still have important matters to discuss."

The white reporter barged in with a feverish mind, and now he regrets it a bit, he entered the den of a gang! If these black (harmony) gangsters are not happy and give him a few bullets, it will be bad luck.

The white reporter said to Zhou Hexuan tremblingly: "Mr. Zhou, hello, I am Jason Connor, a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle. I am very glad to be able to interview you."

"Mr. Connor, hello, please tell me if you have any questions." Zhou Hexuan smiled.