The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When a family of three walked out of the manor gate.

Rachel Kervis asked: "Benjamin, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry?"

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "I ate at Mr. Zhao's place and I was full. Mr. Zhao was very friendly and told me to eat more so that I can be healthy."

He patted his belly.

Rachel Kvis smiled and touched his little head.

Samuel Goldberg couldn't help but glare at him.

Rachel Kervis said: "Dear, otherwise, let Benjamin go to the manor to play. He is still a child, and reputation is not that important to him. What's more, he has no friends at school."

"I would never allow that to happen. When I was his age, I already had clear goals for the future. Age is no excuse for misbehaving."

Rachel Kervis said angrily: "It has risen to the level of misbehavior, right? He just made some friends. I think Ethan Zhao appreciates our children from the bottom of his heart. I have never heard that So many kind words.”

"Hmph!" Samuel Goldberg disagreed: "I think he has ulterior motives!"

"Tch, could he still covet your wealth?"

"You..." Samuel Goldberg was so angry. He was already angry that Asians had more wealth than him. At this time, he was even more jealous because his wife was secretly praising others: "Wealth is not just Money, reputation, and social connections. My connections are incomparable to his."

Rachel Kervis smiled and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Okay, okay, I'm just joking. I know that with your ability, our wealth will surpass his sooner or later."

Her ability to arouse men's emotions seems to be innate.

With a few words, all the resentment was gone.

Samuel Goldberg regained his confidence and said: "I will never set foot on his estate again, because this man is too vulgar and his virtue is not worthy of his wealth. Tomorrow, I will visit Sheriff Maher, ask him to warn Ethan Zhao.”

…

A night of silence.

The next day, Miao Cuihua got up early.

She went to the kitchen and instructed the cook in broken English to make Chinese breakfast.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished his radio gymnastics and came down to eat, Miao Cuihua complained to him: "These foreign women are really clumsy. They can't chop vegetables. They only know how to use a pan, and they don't know how to mix cold dishes or make steamed buns." Twisted and twisted.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the fresh morning light, hanging on Miao Cuihua's face through the brightly wiped windows. It was pure, translucent and delicate, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He suddenly discovered that Sister Hua was really beautiful, like a flower blooming in its prime.

Miao Cuihua didn't notice his gaze and continued: "The kitchen is not very convenient. Let me tell you, Western civilization is actually backward."

Listening to her nagging, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt very warm.

Even in a foreign country, it feels like home.

"Haha, Sister Hua, you can transform it however you want. As long as you are happy, everything will be fine."

Miao Cuihua pinched her waist with both hands: "Then I'm welcome."

She is ready to carry out drastic reforms in the estate.

Freddie Pavitt usually gets up early and has breakfast first.

As a butler, he naturally cannot share the table with his master.

After breakfast, Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddie Pavitt: "I want you to contact MIT today and ask about Brother Mei's admission. I will give you an address. You can send a telegram to ask the Chicago Academy of Sciences." Thomas Chamberlain, let that old boy give you face and admit me, Brother Li, into school."

Liu Yuanshan performed the highest etiquette in the world - cupping his fists and saying, "Thank you so much, Brother Charcoal Burner. I really don't know how to thank you."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Think about it, why don't you commit yourself to me?"

"..." Liu Yuanshan blushed: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Haha, where did the Sichuan girl's hotness go?" Zhao Chuanxin laughed, and then stopped his smile: "Brother Mei, remember, the most important thing here is to study. I will let Freddy do it every month I will give you living expenses, not much, but enough for you to study with peace of mind. I want you to do your best to learn the skills of the Yankees. This will not only prepare us for industry in the future, but maybe I will also use this knowledge in the future Domestic spread.”

Liu Yuanshan suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "Do you rely on me alone?"

"No, there will be a steady stream of overseas students coming to study in the future. The science and technology of American devils have advanced by leaps and bounds in recent years, especially in industry, and they have the potential to surpass Europe."

"I will try my best!"

At this time, Chinese people are down-to-earth and pragmatic, and they have the opportunity to acquire knowledge. It is really a head-turning study, and they will never waste their good years.

However, Zhao Chuanxin wants to change the bad habit of focusing only on liberal arts in China.

After making money, he plans to support a group of students specializing in science to further their studies.

When you think about it, there are so many places to spend money.

Li Shutong was forced to come to the United States by Zhao Chuanxin.

He asked: "Where shall we go then?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said, "I'll take you for a walk in New York City later."

Mahina said: "Sir, let's finish the tattoo first while the daylight is bright."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faltered.

It's time to get a shot again.

Thinking of Mahina hitting turtle needles with a stick, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Why don't you say it again? There's no rush."

"No." Mahina said stubbornly: "It has to be done in one go. If it takes too long and the color is uneven, it is disrespectful to the gods."

With a grimace on his face, Zhao Chuanxin moved the chair to the edge of the manor's garden and asked Mahina to continue "knocking on the back", which inevitably caused another burst of howling.

When George Marshall arrived at the manor, he heard screams.

He was so frightened that he opened the button of his holster, ready to draw the revolver at any time.

When he saw that the scream came from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, he was relieved at first, and then a little angry.

The Asian manor owner that Mr. Samuel Goldberg talked about was indeed an unpleasant guy. Why was he yelling at him when he had nothing to do?

He thought there had been a murder.

When Marcus Nkrumah saw him, he quickly turned around and ran towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, Sheriff Maher from the town is here."

Without his notification, Zhao Chuanxin also saw George Maher and his men with his hands on his waist and his chest raised.

"Okay, you did a good job. You need to be more vigilant in the future. It's best to come back and report when someone is a hundred or ten meters away from our manor."

Marcus Nkrumah couldn't understand the implication of Zhao Chuanxin's words at all, so he heard Zhao Chuanxin complimenting him, scratched his head and smiled honestly: "I know, sir."

"..."

Yesterday I was nice to Samuel Goldberg because I was asking for his children.

But when Sheriff George Maher came, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even stand up. He just leaned on the back of his chair and said hello: "Hello, Sheriff Maher."

When George Maher met Zhao Chuanxin for the first time, he was unhappy when he found that Zhao Chuanxin was so generous, so he frowned: "What are you doing?"

Hearing his tough tone, Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

He has always been a soft-spoken person.

Hearing this, his eyelids rolled up: "If you weren't blind, you should be able to see."

George Maher's expression changed: "Young man, even if you are rich, you should maintain due respect for the local police chief."

Town Mayor John Vaughn knew Zhao Chuanxin's identity, but apparently did not tell George Maher.

Zhao Chuanxin rested his chin on the backrest and said cheerfully: "If you dare to show off in front of me again, I may treat you with all my heart and let you experience the professional anorectal surgery methods of an African second brother."

George Maher didn't understand.

He pinched his waist, took off his big-brimmed hat, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks: "I heard from people in the town that Benjamin came to Ethan Manor again. I told Freddy Pavitt before that it is not allowed. That nigger touches Benjamin.”

Marcus Nkrumah next to him was not angry at all.

Firstly, it was a matter of IQ, and secondly, he had heard it a lot since he was a child, and he had become immune to such discriminatory names.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand to stop Mahina's next move.

He stood up shirtless.

George Maher suddenly felt shrouded in a shadow.

Zhao Chuanxin was condescending, lit a cigarette, and sprayed the smoke in his face.

He said calmly: "Who the hell are you, coming to my manor to point fingers?"

George Maher was furious: "You damn Chinaman, your manor is filled with filth and evil. Look, who are the people around you? Including you, Ethan Zhao, yes, said It’s you. You damn Chinaman, you better not make trouble in my territory.”

Who is around Zhao Chuanxin?

Marcus Nkrumah, a black man, Mahina, a Kanaka, and him, a Chinese.

In addition, there are dry rice and rice mountains for walking not far away.

One of George Maher's police officers had his hand on the holster of his gun, sweat dripping from his nervous forehead.

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face became even stronger. Suddenly, he had the scepter of redemption in his hand, and he swung it with a "huh" sound.

Snapped……

George Maher's cheeks were twisted, his muscles were deformed, and a large molar tooth was splashed with saliva and blood.

The police officer behind wanted to draw his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin let go, but the scepter of salvation was in mid-air but did not fall.

With his free hand, he held the Whip of Judgment and rolled it over, wrapping the policeman's hand around it.

Zhao Chuanxin blew the whistle and let go at the same time. The whip of judgment instantly tied the policeman tightly, making it impossible for his upper body to move at all.

The servants working in the manor looked here in shock.

They didn't expect that the old man who always seemed to be smiling and smiling would be so violent and tyrannical!

What's even more shocking is that it seems that the master can also do magic.

Even the police sergeant in North Tarrytown will beat him up whenever he wants!

He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to hold the Redemption Scepter, came to George Maher, raised his leg and stepped on his neck: "Fake, I have tolerated you for a long time!"

George Maher screamed, holding Zhao Chuanxin's legs with both hands, trying to pull them apart: "You damn Chinaman, do you know what you did? You made a big mistake!"

But obviously he misjudged Zhao Chuanxin's strength, not to mention that his arms couldn't hold his thighs.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his neck and looked down at him with disdain: "Even your mayor doesn't dare to show off his power to me. Who the hell do you think you are? Are the few police officers in your town enough for me to kill?" ? I’ll give you a chance. You go back and ask the mayor John Vaughn. If you want to ask for clarification, come to me if you want revenge. You are welcome at any time!”

George Maher was stunned.

Could it be that there is something else going on here?

This damn Chinaman, does he have any great background?

He didn't want to believe this.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't wait for him to answer, and said to Marcus Nkrumah: "Go and hand over all their guns to me. From now on, if someone calls you a nigger, just beat him to death." If you beat me to death, it's mine!

Ah...tui! "

A mouthful of spit was spat squarely on George Maher's face.

George Maher's blood surged upwards, his face turned red, and he felt extremely humiliated.

No one dared to do this to him in one-third of an acre in North Tarrytown, no one!

When Marcus Nkrumah handed over his gun, Freddy Pavitt got wind of it, put down the phone in the communications room, and ran out in a hurry.

"Master, you can't do that..."