The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

On the ship to the United States, some people discussed that Mexico was shifting its economy to plutocrats and large monopoly companies, expropriating and annexing land, and leaving farmers without land.

They laughed and said: "When Zhao Chuanxin robbed Constantine State, that bastard Agure Ida started acting recklessly after Zhao Chuanxin disappeared, and he was driven out of office. That idiot Zhao Chuanxin did everything It’s all in vain…”

Zhao Nianzhen was taught excellent English by her mother. She was angry and wanted to argue, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

"They say this to you, and you don't teach them a lesson?"

"How should I teach you a lesson? I can tear them into pieces, your dad. Do you want to see it? If you want to see me tear them apart right now."

"Huh? You mean, really torn into pieces?"

"It depends on how many slices you want."

"Forget it then."

Zhao Nianzhen was actually quite happy.

Zhao Chuanxin fulfilled his promise and stayed with her to make up for the past.

She asked curiously: "Dad, you said that there was a revolution in Mexico. It was going on and on, and many people died. But in the end, the farmers still had no land?"

"Do you think the people who rebelled at the beginning were of high moral character?"

"What if?"

"Those who complete the revolution are those who are ignorant of the revolution, but those who plan the revolution betray the revolution and insist on it and eventually lead to death."

"Well said!" At this time, a round-faced man cheered: "If I guess correctly, you should be Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

The other party extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you. I am Li Huang, courtesy name Junru. Let me hear what you have to say..."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Would you like to hear something?"

"Ah this..."

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin did not admit his identity, but chatted with this person.

Wei Lihuang resented infighting.

Zhao Chuanxin never fights among himself.

The person he admires the most is Zhao Chuanxin: "From the Qing Dynasty to this day, Mr. Wei was the true husband by guarding the land and opening up new territories!"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned on the railing, took out a cigar, lit it, and handed one to Wei Lihuang: "What kind of husband is not a husband? In fifty-seven years, who will care about you? Maybe he will scold you." Two sentences about dog capitalists, to make a clear stand or to be unique and unique.”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wei Lihuang didn't believe it: "Hey, this cigar tastes strange."

"Oh, if you smoke one less one, there will never be another one in the future."

This is a substitute cultivated by Zhao Chuanxin in Middle-earth. After using it for many years, the taste has finally reached its peak.

Zhao Nianzhen and Wei Lihuang's wife Han Quanhua chatted very well.

This path is not lonely.

When they arrived in New York, Wei Lihuang and his wife said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin.

Watching the two women disappear, Wei Lihuang sighed: "Mr. Zhao, what a strange person."

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine that one person can be proficient in eight languages: Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, English, Dutch and Icelandic."

"Do you think he is only proficient in eight languages?" Wei Li-huang said with admiration: "He is also proficient in poetry, history, biology, economics, machinery, movies, and music, not to mention that he can also fight and command armies in battle. Not everyone can do it.”

"Ah?" Han Quanhua was dumbfounded: "How is that possible? I don't believe it. It's probably just spreading rumors."

Wei Ru counted his family treasures and said with his fingers: "The movies he made have become classics, and foreign devils have learned his lens language; he has written books on biology and geography, and you must have read "Road to Extinction". He and the talented Li Shu are close friends. Hand in hand, Li Shutong said that Zhao Chuanxin's musical talent is amazing. He composed the music for many movies. He designed the God of War submachine gun and the Xingyue light machine gun. I will read the poems he wrote to you..."

The more Han Quanhua listened, the more shocked he became: "It's really amazing. Look at him, he looks about thirty years old. Who would have thought that he would become famous in 1908? I was only a few years old at that time. I heard from my family that he bombarded the Forbidden City... …”

"He doesn't like internal fighting, otherwise he would have conquered the Central Plains long ago. Look at his territory, which is directly bordering the enemy. The edge of his sword always points outward..."

…

Zhao Chuanxin took Zhao Nianzhen around New York.

"Dad, buy me a villa in Iowa."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "You watched "Falling in Love" on the boat and immediately wanted a villa in Iowa. It's typical that your brain gets excited. In this case, you regret buying it."

"Didn't you promise me everything?"

"Dad has no money."

Long before the Great Recession, Freddie Pavitt helped Zhao Chuanxin dispose of unnecessary shares, and the rest was returned to the public according to Zhao Chuanxin's will, except for the shares of his children and apprentices.

This "public" is naturally Lugang Town and Lubin Mansion.

The remaining gold was left by him to mint coins at the Peace Academy.

"Dad, you lied to me, how can you still have money to buy a boat ticket?"

"That's what I earned from opening the store, and there isn't much left."

"Don't you have a manor in New York?"

"The manor is given to your brother."

"Hiss..." Zhao Nian was so angry that his tooth ached: "When I was a child, you favored Zhao Lingjun. After you came back, you said you would give me whatever I asked for, and now you want to break your promise and get rich!"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Chuanxin felt that what she said was reasonable, and he would have to pay back the debt sooner or later: "Let's buy a ticket to go to Iowa, and dad will build you a villa with his own hands."

The other children were in couples and had babies at home, but Zhao Nianzhen was alone.

Especially the triangular relationship between her, Zhao Lingjun and Yao Bing gave Zhao Chuanxin a headache, so he simply took her abroad.

Although this is all related to her character.

Zhao Chuanxin touched his daughter's head: "Didn't I give you money?"

"You said you gave it to me, do I have to spend my own money?"

"Zhuo, okay, dad will build you a villa."

Zhao Nianzhen is not greedy for money.

She is just greedy for the belated father's love.

The two of us spent two days in New York, and then we left as soon as possible.

On the train, Zhao Chuanxin listened to the passengers behind him bragging: "Have you heard that Abraham Cohen, the leader of the dining car gang, was shot dead! Several of his children are fighting for the family property..."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"It's a gang vendetta. Haven't you heard of it? The five major families, the Italian Mafia..."

Zhao Chuanxin pursed his lips and silently took out his cigarette and lit it.

Zhao Nianzhen asked in confusion: "Dad, do you recognize that person?"

"Yeah, a little friendship."

"Then let's go to his funeral."

“People are dead, why attend a funeral?”

“How can we attend a funeral if someone doesn’t die?”

Zhao Nianzhen just wanted to torment her father.

She knew that her father could do things that no one else could.

At this time, the man in the seat behind him got up drunkenly, as if he was going to the toilet.

Ganfan was lying on the newspaper, reading the newspaper while holding the True Vision Crystal, and stretching his hind legs lazily.

The drunk man raised his leg and wanted to kick Qianfan.

His legs were in mid-air and were stopped by Zhao Chuanxin's boots.

The man looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

Zhao Nianzhen pointed at the man: "You are so bad, I curse you to hell."

As a father, Zhao Chuanxin naturally felt that his daughter was unruly and willful, but also pitiful.

But Zhao Nianzhen looks different to outsiders.

She inherited her mother's genes, with a high nose, moist lips, white and bright skin, and is extremely beautiful. She is 1.7 meters tall and has long legs, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, fresh and charming with both Eastern and Western characteristics.

Objectively speaking, Zhao Lingjun is not as good-looking as her, and Zhao Songzhen is not as good-looking as her.

This is the number one beauty in the old Zhao family.

The man was immediately shocked. He staggered forward unconsciously and stretched out his hand: "Madam, it's my fault. I apologize to you. Please forgive me for my rashness."

He held on to the back of the chair and refused to leave.

Zhao Nianzhen raised his eyebrows: "I forgive you, do you have anything else?"

The man hesitated, the smell of alcohol became stronger, and he seemed to be sober: "I, my, my name is Burt Lancaster, I think, I think..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked carefully and saw that this man had a dignified appearance, about 185cm tall, and his hair was carefully taken care of.

He took out a cigar and lit it, and said disdainfully: "You always hesitate when you speak. You are not like a man at all."

Burt Calanster's face turned red and he asked, "Are you this lady's brother?"

Zhao Nianzhen chuckled: "He is my father."

"Ah this..."

After chatting, Zhao Chuanxin learned that this guy was a movie star who had joined the army and fought in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigar, and the other party was flattered.

When they arrived at the station, Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Nianzhen were getting off the bus. They were going to take the bus back to attend the funeral.

Burt Calanster quickly asked: "Where do you live?"

Zhao Nianzhen thought for a while and said: "I haven't decided yet, and I don't have a fixed place to live."

"Ah?" Burt Calanster then picked up his suitcase and got out of the car with the two of them: "I'll go with you, let's go along the way."

What a lame excuse.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Burt Calanster sneered: "It's not very friendly to me."

"You're right, it called you a fool and refused to leave."

"..." Burt Calanster swallowed his anger and tried to joke, but also had a sense of counterattack: "It seems that it is not well-educated and likes to use swear words."

Zhao Nianzhen glanced at her father: "Then you are wrong. You may not have read as many books as Ganfan. He has read all the classic philosophy books of the East and the West, and he can also speak three languages."

Burt Calanster thought she was joking.

Until Qianfan scratched the ground with his paws and pulled out: idiot...

Burt Calanster's head was buzzing.

It really called him a fool.

The two men returned to New York with their food and a follower.

"Where are we going?" asked Burt Calanster.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Go to the funeral."

Abraham Cohen, a Jew, died miserably and was beaten to pieces with a Chicago typewriter.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the bleakly stitched body and walked aside expressionlessly.

Someone frowned and asked him: "Sir, what is your relationship with Mr. Cohen?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "He is my little brother."

"..." The man was furious: "Do you know where you are talking? Do you know that your words may lead to death?"

Several burly men nearby looked at him unkindly.

It was at the funeral now, or maybe on another occasion, that they would have stepped forward to teach the Asian man a lesson.

Burt Calanster was worried: "Your father will get into trouble if he acts like this. The Cohen family is not easy to mess with. I was born in New York and I know their morality."

Zhao Nianzhen held his shoulders and said cheerfully: "Do you think my father is telling lies? Really? Do you think he is bragging?"

Burt Calanster didn't answer, but his disdainful expression said it all.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette and lit it, smiled and said nothing.

Cohen's family members refused to give up: "Speak and speak clearly, otherwise we will have a serious talk."

Zhao Chuanxin casually pulled his hand away. For Abraham Cohen's sake, Zhao Chuanxin didn't argue with him.

At this time, someone else came.

Among this group of people, three had Asian faces, two were old with gray beards, and one was a slightly younger handsome old man. A middle-aged white woman, two white old men, two black people, and a tall and strong man of mixed blood.

Someone exclaimed: "That's Situ Meitang from Zhigongtang, the other is Yu Wenxuan from San Francisco, and Ning An."

"Those two black guys are the notorious Smith brothers."

"That one seems to be the former ruthless William Hope, he is the ranch king."

The people who came were Situ Meitang, Yu Wenxuan, Ning An, the Smith brothers, and William Hope.

There were three others, Freddy Pavitt, Margaret Gompers, and Zhao Shanhe.

In stark contrast to Zhao Chuanxin, these people received the highest standard of reception.

No one dared to underestimate them.

However, after they exchanged greetings, they suddenly saw Zhao Chuanxin in the crowd.

Situ Meitang rubbed his eyes, hurriedly left others and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, you, it's really you, you haven't changed in all these years..."

There are some changes, his beard is cut short, there are a few strands of white hair on his temples, and Zhao Chuanxin is stronger, because in order to adapt to the gravity of another planet, he took medicine, and his muscles and bones are much stronger than those of humans on Earth.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the old boy on the shoulder: "I heard that you have been running for the country before, not bad."

Bert Calanster and the man who had made things difficult for Zhao Chuanxin were dumbfounded.

How can this be an attitude of an elder talking to a junior?

That was Situ Meitang.

What's more outrageous is that Yu Wenxuan, who is old, was excited and incoherent: "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect to see you again before I die."

William Hope, Ning An and the Smith brothers came forward one after another, and surrounded Zhao Chuanxin like a star.

Zhao Chuanxin kindly gave them cigars.

Then Zhao Shanhe called out weakly, "Dad."

Zhao Nianzhen looked sideways.

Zhao Shanhe was very Icelandic, tall and strong, with a strong physique. His face vaguely resembled Zhao Chuanxin's, but he was different.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Freddy Pavitt, "Old man, you should retire and enjoy life."

Freddy Pavitt straightened his back like he did when he was young, smoothed his clothes and bent slightly, "I can still serve you for another ten years."

"What service? I can serve you. Didn't I give you money? Why are you still living like a poor man?"

Freddy Pavitt laughed.

At this time, Margaret Gompers, who was already in her forties, stepped forward and called out, "Master."

This was a female apprentice Zhao Chuanxin had taken in. She could see through lies at a glance and had some psychological problems. Zhao Chuanxin cured her.

He also taught her the art of balance.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin never saw her again, but she remembered Zhao Chuanxin.

The impression was so deep that Zhao Chuanxin hugged her and jumped off the building.

And the balancing technique kept her from getting sick for so many years.

Zhao Chuanxin touched her head: "Tsk, look at my female disciple, she is so big."

This scene is very strange.

From the face point of view, Margaret Gompers is older than Zhao Chuanxin.

But at this time she behaved like a child and smiled shyly.

Finally, the Cohen children could not sit still.

The man who had just made things difficult for Zhao Chuanxin bent down and stretched out his hand: "Sorry, sir, sorry for my previous rudeness."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his face: "You are Abraham's youngest son, right? I have met his eldest son Albert."

The man smiled dryly and did not dare to get angry: "Albert is my eldest brother. He was shot a few years ago. I am Bill, Bill Cohen."

Some people privately asked who Zhao Chuanxin was.

Those who don't know still don't know.

Those who know are very secretive.

Situ Meitang and others tried their best to invite Zhao Chuanxin to be their guest.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "This is my daughter Zhao Nianzhen, she is very willful. I will take her around to see the world."

Zhao Shanhe said: "Dad, come home with me and stay for a few days."

"I didn't take care of you much, are you angry with me?"

"No, I'm doing well. Freddy takes good care of me. He always says that this is what you asked me to do."

"I didn't ask you to do it. I said at the time - I'll leave the kid to you. Just don't let him get hungry or cold."

Zhao Shanhe: "..."

Zhao Shanhe greeted Zhao Nianzhen: "Sister Nianzhen, you are so beautiful. I wish you were not my sister."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Nianzhen was not used to people. She raised her hand and slapped him on the back of his head: "Nonsense!"

Zhao Shanhe had a strange feeling.

So this is what it feels like to have a sister.

After staying for a while, everyone went outside to talk.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Santos pilot's watch: "We have to go, catch the next train."

Everyone tried to keep him, but Zhao Chuanxin was determined to leave.

1947.

Zhao Chuanxin really built a house for Zhao Nianzhen near Mount Home, Idaho.

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Burt Lancaster came to Zhao Nianzhen with a group of Hollywood movie stars.

When they came, Zhao Chuanxin was chopping wood.

Drying rice was reading in the sun next to him.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here." Burt Lancaster greeted from a distance.

They were not used to calling uncle or grandpa, they liked to call them by their first names, and sometimes they did the same with their parents.

But Zhao Nianzhen was very particular, so Burt Lancaster followed suit.

The friend who came with him saw Zhao Chuanxin's appearance and looked at Burt Lancaster strangely: He is younger than you except for his white hair, why do you call him uncle?

Zhao Chuanxin was leaning on an axe and waiting for them to drive to the front of the house happily.

Two men and one woman got off the luxury Ford sedan equipped with a V8 engine.

In addition to Burt Lancaster, the other Zhao Chuanxin looked a little familiar.

"Uncle, where is Zhao Nianzhen? She wants to meet a star, and I brought her two big stars. This is Marlon Brando, and this is Maria Montez."

Zhao Chuanxin remembered.

The Godfather.

The fake Godfather now stood in front of the real Godfather, looking around with a proud look.

Maria Montez's eyes lit up when she saw Zhao Chuanxin.

This man, at first glance, is ordinary, but when you look closely, he has a very special temperament.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Sit down and drink a pot of tea. She will be back soon. She went to the town to buy things."

He took off his shirt and patted the sawdust on his body with a rag, otherwise these spoiled kids might think he was dirty.

After all, they are Zhao Nianzhen's friends, Zhao Chuanxin must give them some face.

Marlon Brando and Burt Lancaster are both strong and powerful. The latter is already a tough guy star, and the former is also ready to take this road.

However, when they saw Zhao Chuanxin's double-door figure, they could only look at each other in silence.

The edges and corners of Zhao Chuanxin's body seemed to be measured with a ruler and then carefully carved out.

The criss-crossing scars are scary.

Zhao Chuanxin changed into a clean sweater, washed his hands and face, went into the house to boil water, and made tea for them.

Sure enough, Zhao Nianzhen came back on horseback before she finished a cup of tea.

Zhao Nianzhen's hair was tied up casually at the back of her head, and her French bangs were blown by the wind.

Two beautiful gold earrings inlaid with colorful gems were worn on her crystal ears.

Her facial features were straight, her skin was fair, and she was radiant.

Under her crotch was an Arabian horse with a slender figure like her.

Marlon Brando was a playboy.

When he saw Zhao Nianzhen, he spit out a mouthful of tea.

Maria Montez was also a great beauty, but she couldn't help feeling ashamed in front of Zhao Nianzhen.

Marlon Brando and Burt Lancaster winked at each other: "Bert, you're right, the scenery here is really beautiful, I like it very much."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: This time, you licked the dog and made a mess of it, right?

Burt Lancaster's smile was a little stiff.

Zhao Chuanxin had no other thoughts. As long as his daughter was happy and could forget Yao Bing and Zhao Lingjun, nothing else mattered.

Since Zhao Nianzhen was back, Zhao Chuanxin didn't need to accompany him. He nodded and went out.

He went to the forest to carry the wood back.

Maria Montez looked at Zhao Nianzhen's father curiously, and saw him carrying a 40-centimeter-thick log, moving forward easily as if it had no weight.

Then he threw the wood aside without blushing or panting, and turned around to carry it again.

She imitated Burt Lancaster's tone: "Uncle, I'll go with you."

She was two years younger than Zhao Nianzhen.

"There are weeds over there, and the road is not easy to walk on."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a sun hat with a magic trick and put it on Maria Montez's head: "Then wear this."

The two had just arrived in the forest, and a female white-tailed deer with a cub lowered her head to eat grass in the distance.

"Uncle, look over there." Maria Montez pointed at the white-tailed deer.

Zhao Chuanxin recited a few words.

Two deer, one big and one small, ran over and came to Zhao Chuanxin.

Maria Montez was surprised and asked, "Why aren't they afraid of you?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a few nuts from his pocket: "Feed them often, they won't be afraid."

"Uncle, give me two and I'll feed them too."

As a result, she stretched out her hand and the two deer ran away.

"Hehe."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up the wood, stood in the middle and carried it on his shoulders and walked out.

Maria Montez hurried to catch up.

She found that Zhao Chuanxin didn't smell of sweat.

How could he not sweat carrying such a big piece of wood and walking such a long and rugged forest path?

She didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin's strength could no longer be measured in kg, but in tons.

"Uncle, what do you do?"

"Blacksmith."

"..."

I haven't heard of it.

Is there still a blacksmith in this era?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to pay attention to her, she went back to the house angrily.

It happened that Zhao Nianzhen took them to visit his new house.

"There are five bedrooms, a study, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room."

"My father's workshop and exhibition room are here. I'll show you his works."

The display cabinets are filled with knives and axes with dragon scales, waves, and feathers. The most amazing thing is that there are axes with Bogu patterns.

In addition to knives, swords, and axes, there are also some small gadgets, such as hornets, kingfishers, eagles, and beetles made of steampunk metal parts.

"Cool!"

"Are all these made by your father?"

The two men were stunned.

Men like these more.

Zhao Nianzhen nodded: "My father's knives are famous, and many people buy them and take them back to collect."

Burt Lancaster asked Zhao Nianzhen: "Can I buy a knife?"

Zhao Nianzhen didn't feel bad for selling his father Tian: "What have you chosen? I'll give you one as a gift."

Burt Lancaster picked out a tactical knife.

After going through a difficult choice, Marlon Brando chose a steampunk ornament.

Maria Montez pointed to a drawer with a glass cover: "Can I choose the one in here?"

In the drawer are rings, some inlaid with diamonds, some with turquoise, some with peridot, some with rubies, some with red agate, some...these rings are stuck in velvet stands.

There is a row of drawers.

In the second row of drawers are necklaces.

In the third row, there is a pair of earrings, earrings and earrings.

The fourth row is the bracelet.

The fifth layer is the anklet.

The sixth row is the brooch.

The seventh row is the sleeve pins.

The eighth row is for watches.

The ninth row is hair accessories.

Zhao Nianzhen smiled slightly: "These belong to me, and my father made them for me."

Maria Montez was shocked: "Does all these drawers belong to you alone?"

Zhao Nianzhen said proudly: "Yes, these are not for sale."

Even if Maria Montez is a star, she doesn’t have so many jewelry.

There were many gems she had never seen before.

Envy, jealousy and hatred.

A country girl's collection rivals that of the royal family members.

"Zhao, you should be a star. When you walk on the red carpet, you will be the most eye-catching."

"What you said makes sense. I am very interested in acting. I will ask my father to help me enter Hollywood later."

Maria Montez admitted that Zhao Chuanxin is a very special man.

But does Hollywood just let you get in?

Your father is just a country man who is stronger, looks manly, can carry wood without sweating, and can also forge iron.

Zhao Nianzhen said to her: "Although these are mine, you can choose one and I will give it to you."

Too generous.

light and spacious.

Maria Montez picked a necklace and immediately put it on her neck, replacing the original one.

The necklace is made up of thin gold chains and rainbow gemstones, it's beautiful.

When they went out, they saw a painting and a guitar hanging on the wall.

Burt Lancaster stood in front of the painting: "Huh? What is this painting? There are dwarves, giants, armors, rifles, glowing swords, snake bodies and human heads, and insect-like people... …”

This is an oil painting of a war scene, with bright colors and messy content.

The strange thing is here.

This is clearly a painting based on imagination, but the two combatants in it are so natural, as if they really happened.

Some things and scenes cannot be painted so naturally by imagination alone.

Zhao Nianzhen shook his head: "I don't know either. My father did it impromptuly."

Marlon Brando took off his guitar from the wall and started playing it in front of Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Nianzhen curled his lips and said, "I'm not very good at playing."

Despite Marlon Brando's romantic nature, he was still arrogant and said: "Then come and let me hear it."

Zhao Nianzhen has no stage fright at all, and sings while playing: "country road, take me home, to the place, I belong..."

It immediately stunned Marlon Brando: "What song? I haven't heard it."

"My father wrote it and he taught me."

Good guy, blacksmithing, making jewelry, painting, and writing songs...

Marlon Brando said sourly: "Is your father a genius?"

"Haha, my dad can do anything."

"You're still a kid, as long as kids talk like this."

"Yes, I just like being a child. As a child, you can be willful, carefree, and torment your father as you please. Can you do that? Anyway, I can."

Everyone: "..."

Maria Montez was envious.

In the United States, when you reach adulthood, you should get out of here as soon as possible.

She suddenly asked: "How old is your father?"

"..." Then Zhao Nianzhen asked: "Just think of him as seventy years old."

"I'm telling the truth, I'm not kidding."

"Who's kidding you?"

Everyone looked at the seventy-year-old man outside the window, wielding a long-handled ax vigorously, carrying wood and chopping firewood.

"..."

What's wrong with this world?

And Zhao Chuanxin is more than 70 years old?

In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin made Lubinfu flavored pork, Lugang Town pot-roasted pork, sweet and sour pork loin, Kung Pao chicken, spicy rabbit, green pepper beef, green vegetable salad, and noodles with soy sauce.

Several people feasted.

Zhao Nianzhen frowned: "Dad, this is sweet and spicy. I don't like it."

"Isn't your friend here? Americans like to eat sweet, sour and spicy food."

After it was over, the three of them were still cheering: "It's so delicious."

Zhao Nianzhen: "..."

Marlon Brando saw the bottle and was shocked: "Lafite in 1926?"

Zhao Nianzhen took a sip: "It tastes terrible."

Marlon Brando: "..."

After almost eating, Zhao Nianzhen put down his chopsticks: "Dad, I'm going to Hollywood to act."

"Tsk, tsk, just think about it. Acting is not as good as you think. It's very troublesome."

“How will you know if it’s good if you don’t try it?”

The three of them looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Imagine that this versatile father would reject his whimsical daughter, right?

Marlon Brando said, "I'm studying at the Actors Studio now. Your father is right. Acting is troublesome and not suitable for everyone."

Zhao Nianzhen showed her temper and stared at her father with a sharp gaze.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Nianzhen smiled.

The three of them smiled knowingly.

Can you enter Hollywood just by wanting to?

You two have been rejected.

"Children, go back to wash up and go to bed after eating."

Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands and told them, then stood up and removed the plates.

His face, combined with his tone, always gave people a weird feeling.

Maria Montez asked Zhao Nianzhen, "Does your father never let you work?"

"Yes."

"That's great."

Living like a princess in the countryside!