pjbooks Chapter 80 A Piece of Ice Heart
Chapter 80 A Piece of Ice Heart
Luther's words were harsh, but even Gia had to admit that this was the reality.
It's important to remember that in 1927, the Coolidge boom was still ongoing. Although more and more people were losing their jobs, people were still willing to believe, under the cover of the huge bubble, that this was the price of prosperity.
Freedom has its price, prosperity has its price, and a few starving homeless people are nothing.
If you don't believe me, look at the film market. Didn't it just set a box office record of $234.4 million?
After this incident, Jia was in a bad mood the whole way, and she began to think about some issues.
Next month will be Joseph's campaign period. In addition to preparing for the campaign, he will also need to give speeches and mobilize on a larger scale.
Not only old Joseph, but also his family members will appear together, including his mother, older brother, younger brother and sister, and even his husband.
It requires raising funds, preparing speeches, planning schemes, and allying with as many groups as possible.
Previously, Gia didn't care, treating it as completing a task or supporting old Joseph.
But now, after what happened today, her thoughts have begun to change.
Why are more and more people falling into the abyss?
Why is it that despite the father's hard work, he still can't feed his daughter?
Why is Wellesley so incredibly wealthy, while the neighboring town is teeming with homeless people?
Why do hardworking people sometimes fail to survive?
These questions turned into deep doubts, filling Jia's mind all at once, and she didn't even realize it until the car came to a complete stop.
At the entrance of Wellesley College, Luther parked his Chrysler, immediately attracting many envious glances. It wasn't the car itself that drew attention; after all, people who could afford to attend this school wouldn't normally care about such a vehicle. The focus was on Gia and Luther.
Luther jumped down first. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair and a charming Germanic profile.
He then walked around halfway to the other end to open the door for Jia. The moment the door opened, half of her calf was exposed. She was wearing plaid socks and black leather shoes, the standard attire for a girls' college.
Before I could even stand still, a girl with black hair and yellow skin from China walked up to me and greeted me warmly:
"Hi, Gia!"
Jia turned around and saw that it was her old classmate, so she nodded and said, "Hello, Wanying."
The girl glanced at Jia, then at Luther beside her, and smiled politely. "Are you Jia's husband?"
Luther nodded, looking at Bingxin Nai in front of him. "You're the Chinese student who spread rumors about me drinking coffee with Margaret?"
"No, I didn't, I don't remember, it's not my fault..."
Faced with Luther's gaze, the girl shook her head vigorously, looking rather flustered.
The next moment she simply stopped talking, lowered her head and ran away, looking aggrieved.
After all, in this era, Chinese Americans are implicitly considered to be in a fourth-class status in the United States, which is an indisputable and unquestionable fact.
Especially when facing Anssa or Germanic people, they have a natural sense of inferiority that they can't change in a short time.
Luther knew Xie Wanying's personality, so he didn't bother to dwell on it and simply told Jia to keep her distance from this classmate.
"But Luther, she's a very nice person, she even said she'd welcome me to China..."
"But she spread rumors that I was having an affair with Margaret."
"But she also said that she heard it from others."
"Heh..." Luther chuckled without saying a word, "You really are naive."
If it were someone else, Luther might have believed it, but if it were Bingxin Healer, that would be a different story.
This person has certainly pulled off a lot of stunts throughout history, and many of her jokes have been passed down. It's impossible that so many people are targeting her.
Of course, these are all matters of daily life. If we're talking about writing, Luther really couldn't appreciate her style of whining without cause.
Zhou Shuren (Lu Xun) of the same period, and Zhang Ailing (Eileen Chang) later on, were both far superior to her.
Her only advantage was that she lived a long time. Her descendants respected her and were unwilling to dredge up the past, so they praised her more and more, and she inexplicably became a master.
In fact, most of the so-called masters of the Republic of China were just like that. Back then, the country was not open to the outside world. If you could read a few books by Darwin or Hegel, you were considered a highly skilled person. Those who could go abroad and make a living could basically become professors when they came back. Qian Zhongshu mentioned this in "Fortress Besieged".
In short, the number of humanities masters is not just large, it's extremely large.
In that era, when it came to serious science and engineering, most of the masters would immediately fall silent.
The names of people like Wu Chien-shiung and Chao Chung-yao are rarely mentioned.
"Sigh," Jia sighed, unsure what to say. "Alright, Luther, you should go to the company now. Leave things here to me, okay? See you this weekend~"
"Alright." Luther gave a few more instructions before turning and leaving.
On Jia's side, after saying goodbye to Luther, she returned to her dormitory. As soon as she entered, she saw Xie Wanying crying uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears.
"Wanying, don't blame Luther, that's just his temper," she comforted softly.
Because of her Catholic family background, Gia faced many misunderstandings in Wellesley, so I can understand that feeling.
In Wellesley, the main factions are divided into wasp and non-wasp circles, and the non-wasp circles have always gotten along well.
Upon hearing this, Xie Wanying wiped away her tears: "Jiya, your husband, that Mr. Luther, is so mean and heartless! How could he slander someone out of thin air?"
It's only because Luther wasn't around that he heard this; if he had, his lips would have twitched again.
Actually, it's quite interesting to travel through time. I've interacted with so many people, both good and bad, and I even encountered some classic "green tea" girls from the early days.
No matter what she said, Luther was determined not to care.
Jia sighed, "Wanying, tell me the truth, did you really see them drinking coffee?"
"I...I'm not really sure either. You know, there were a lot of people there, and it was raining. I was just worried about you, so I said that extra sentence..."
Hearing this, Jia finally understood. The reason she had been so upset about it was because Jia had guessed correctly.
"Wanying, although we have a good relationship, I hope you won't do this again. Do you know that if you say that to me, I'll argue with him..."
"I don't know, I really don't know..." Xie Wanying was filled with regret.
Jia sighed, deciding it wasn't a good time to dwell on it, since so much time had passed and she couldn't remember many of the details.
But looking at Xie Wanying again, she suddenly had a strange feeling. Did this girl really seem to be a bit of a gossipmonger?
Given Margaret's arrogant nature, if she really had an affair with her husband, she wouldn't need anyone to spread the word; she would tell everyone herself.
"Never mind, let's get ready first. School starts tomorrow."
"Gia, this is a misunderstanding."
After that, things were peaceful, and the two got along well. However, when Xie Wanying heard that the owner of the box office film company was Jia, she insisted that Jia give her a chance because she also wanted to write a script.
Jia also felt it was nothing, just an opportunity.
To clarify, back then, at Song Meilin's invitation, Bing Xin was to come to Chongqing from Kunming to organize women's federation work. However, she couldn't sleep well in Chongqing, so she strongly requested that her Simmons mattress be transported from Kunming, using a military vehicle... This story has been documented by many parties and should be true...