Li Min put the newspaper in the dark and thought that the army today is the US military day, and maybe it is himself the day after tomorrow. He can’t help but sigh, "In the final analysis, it’s still people!"

Chapter 13 Know yourself and yourself
Marinoco Monastery is located in a small town in New Jersey, with trees and flowers, and the environment is beautiful like a fairy tale.
Compared with those rock-building boulders in Europe, it depends on hanging baskets to ascend and descend. The monastery Marinoco looks a bit "secular" like an ancient castle.
There are no ancient mottled and mysterious tall walls, no glittering spires, and no lifelike ancient emperors, sages, birds, animals, fish, insects, flowers and fruits. There is a Gothic building with Spanish style, like a university far away from the noise.
In fact, this is the university, a very famous seminary in North America. It is said that there have been several bishops.
"Father, I have something very important to see Mr. Yan. I know he seldom comes here to see the emperor. Please let me meet or give me a contact."
History is the winner’s knowledge of past lives, so we can’t trust it, let alone trust it.
For example, many books in Vietnam and China have written in black and white that Wu Tingyan was a consultant in the government research department of Michigan State University. In this era, there is no Michigan State University, but there are Michigan University and Michigan University of Agricultural Sciences.
Another example is that Wu Tingyan met the notorious CIA agent Edward Lansdale in the United States. In fact, Lansdale has been staying in the Philippines, but now Wu Tingyan is a small player. It is impossible for them to know each other, let alone the United States.
I can’t believe what Wu Tingyan described, otherwise I don’t know how to die.
Know yourself and know yourself before you can fight a hundred battles. Li Min knows that he doesn’t. This plane still flies from Newark Airport to Marinoco Monastery, trying to understand what kind of person Wu Tingyan is from this side. After all, he has lived in this monastery for a long time.
It’s better to come early than to be in charge of receiving the young monk, who happens to be Wu Tingyan’s classmate. He glanced at Li Min’s passport and university diploma again and smiled helplessly. "Mr. Yan’s brother is really not here. He has already left. His English is not good. He rarely speaks at ordinary times. There are few friends. Maybe the dean knows where he has gone."
"gone?"
"Uh-huh"
"That … that dean? Can I see one?"
Keane accompanied him to the inside and said apologetically, "I’m sorry, Dean has gone to the Vatican and won’t be back until next month."
"What a pity."
Li Min pretended to be sorry, put a suitcase and took out a Citibank check from his pocket. "Father thanked your monastery for taking care of Mr. Yan, please give it to the dean in the name of Mr. Yan for me."
"That’s very generous. God bless you."
Donation is the main source of income for the monastery. Two thousand dollars is not much. Keane took the check and asked, "Mr. Li, are you a brother and friend of Yan?"
"Frankly speaking, I haven’t seen him come here because he was entrusted. Is there a problem?"
"Nothing, I’m a little surprised because Brother Yan looks ordinary and not a very well-off person."
Li Min asked, "What kind of person is he in your eyes?"
修道院东方学生不多基恩对吴廷琰印象深刻微笑着道“琰弟兄非常虔诚比我们这些学生都要虔诚他很热情英语不好法语很流利年龄比我们都大却和那些来自边远教区贫困学生一样每天餐厅收拾碗碟、洗盘而这些杂事很多学生通常是不会做”
来前刘敬晖通过各种渠道打听过吴廷琰并非出身于什么显赫官宦门阀世家
他爷爷是一个很普通小地主直到他父亲吴廷可通过科举考试才得跻身流社会并且吴廷可仕途并非那么顺官当得也不是很大法国殖民时期担成泰皇帝参谋后来才升越南朝廷礼仪和宫监(管理太监)大臣
197年法国人精神病理由罢黜不满殖民制度成泰皇帝吴廷可退隐回乡种地示抗议吴廷琰跟着家中稻田耕种同时就读于一所法国天主教学校后来前往河就读于行政学院(专门训练越南官员法国学校)才走仕途
从履历看他确实了不起从普通“公员”干起一步一个脚印稳步晋升先后出过承天省广田县县长、广治省海陵县县长25岁时就晋升广南省省长
履历是真不过含金量没那么高
印度支那是法国殖民地殖民地大小事法国官员说了算所谓省长县长就是个摆设限小得可伶更不要说越南一个省根没中国省相并论按照面积和人口算也就是一个能管三四个县地级市
The fact that his official is clean and honest is nothing to gain when he is a French official.
It is not surprising that some fields in Vietnam’s hometown are in such a state of chaos that the harvest is not much better. It is not surprising to go into exile in the United States to make a living by washing dishes.
Li Min nodded slightly, and Father Keane went on, "He is lonely, and few people come to see him. He has a small room. He walks like Chaplin, and we all want to laugh when we see him walking, because it is so funny."
He is very kind and we all call him’ Little Tintin’ (short). He is much older than us and comes from the far east. It feels a little mysterious. He likes quiet and doesn’t like excitement. Maybe the economy is not very affluent. His clothes are very old and he has never seen him buy … "
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, and in a few months, he will turn over and be less shabby.
Li Min smiled evenly, then beat about the bush and asked about it. He followed him to the room where Wu Tingyan once lived before shaking hands and leaving. He returned to Newark airport and took the latest flight to Detroit.
The future Michigan State University is now Michigan University of Agricultural Sciences, which is located in East Lansing, about an hour and a half drive from Detroit Airport.
The former Li Min has studied and lived here for four years, and his memory has been fully integrated. The roots need to be inquired.
When he knocked on Professor Henry’s office door with his luggage and travel-stained, the professor was shocked and asked strangely, "Li, didn’t you go back to Vietnam? What happened to your face?"
"I accidentally fell on my face."
Li Minchao, who just recruited teaching assistants last year, smiled, put his suitcase out and dug up some small gifts, and explained with a wry smile, "Professor, I just got back from Vietnam, where the political situation is turbulent and I can’t do anything. I feel better to go back to school."
Professor Henry supported anti-colonialism in Asia and asked with a gleeful smile, "Is colonial rule in France going to die soon?"
"I think soon they have an army besieged in a place called Dien Bien Phu. Maybe the army will be wiped out in the day. There will be a war tens of thousands of miles away from the soil, and it will be a damn if the opponent wins with Beijing’s support."
Professor Henry shrugged his shoulders and greeted him to sit down, exaggerating that "if the opponent is not * *, I really want to celebrate with a bottle of champagne."
"I hope they are finished and worry about them, too."
He is the first and only student from Vietnam, and his family is very rich. Professor Henry has been treating each other differently and holding his arms and asking, "Okay, tell me about your plan."
There is no need to be polite to Americans. Li Min took the water from the teaching assistant and took a sip. He said with a worried face, "Professor, as you know, there are nearly 2,000 employees in our family business. If the Viet Cong hits Saigon, of course we can leave. But what about those employees?"
"It is obviously unrealistic to emigrate."
"So I’m going to do something and hope to get your help."
"What do you want to do and what can I do to help? Dear Li, you know, I am an ordinary professor, and my annual salary is not as much as your monthly salary. "
He is the most outstanding professor in the business school. Before he was hired, he served as an independent non-executive director of a bank on Wall Street and a professor of finance in the business school, bringing out many elites in the banking industry.
Bankers and bankers have the ability to have contacts, so executives may not be able to find them with lanterns.
Li Min stared at him with anticipation and said, "Professor, I sincerely invite you to leave the headquarters of the Bank of East Asia, the president of the Lee Tuan Banner. In the next two years, I plan to set up branches in new york, Viet Nam and France. Please consider it and don’t give me a quick reply."
Being a director is boring, but being a president is another matter.
Professor Henry pulled up a chair and sat opposite him with a smile. "Li, don’t forget what I do. You have painted me a wonderful vision. You may give me an annual salary that is hard to refuse, but you are not going to tell me how much money your bank has."
"I knew I couldn’t fool you. It’s only a few million dollars now, but I can guarantee that I will inject at least 50 million dollars by the end of the year."
"It’s still a small bank, but I can think about it."
He’d better not accept the invitation, and the problem is not too much trouble. Li Min put a cup to express the real purpose of this trip. "Professor, I know that the school is responsible for managing the government-sponsored aid to the Allies. Can you introduce me to a project manager? I want to communicate with them about Indochina."
There is no doubt that he is worried that Vietnam will be occupied by * * and wants to be a lobbyist to help the current Vietnamese government get some assistance.
Professor Henry pondered for a moment and shook his head. "The Lee Government Research Agency is responsible for making plans, and whether they can be adopted or not depends on the National Academy, the White House and the Congress. Besides, I am not familiar with the project director and have dealt with Professor Wesley Scheer."
It’s hard to find a place to find a place!
Professor Wesley-Scheer once supported the theory of the third force of anti-colonialism and anti-communism in Asia by CIA consultants. If Wu Tingyan had left Vietnam to visit Ruan Chao’s imperial clan in the past and wanted to seek support from MacArthur, commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces in Japan, he had dealt with Professor Scheer.
"I don’t have to meet the supervisor or Professor Sheshe. I want to fight for it. After all, I am an ordinary graduate of a business school and an ordinary businessman in Saigon. I don’t have that much influence."
It’s nothing to introduce one.
When Professor Henry raised his arm and took a look, he got up and said, "Since you want to do something, I’ll take you there. Well, I’m not busy transferring assets at this critical moment, but I ran back for help. I’m proud to have a student like you."
Chapter XIV Chaos
The 15-year Michigan Constitution required the government to set up an "agricultural school", and it was not until February 155 that Michigan Governor Kensley signed the establishment of the first agricultural school in the United States.
In May, 157, there were three buildings, five faculty members and 63 students.
In the latter decades, although the curriculum expanded to other fields of agriculture, the scale of the school was always compared with that of famous schools such as the University of France and Michigan, until the president John Hanna passed the 1944 Military Reconstruction Act to show the largest expansion in the history of the school by helping veterans of World War II return to school.
The strategy is to build new dormitories to recruit more students and increase income, recruit more faculty and build more dormitories.