The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed.

He picked up Margaret Gompers, floated her into the air, and then caught her: "Girl, from the moment I saw you father and daughter, I knew that you are both talents that are rare in a century. It really didn’t disappoint me!”

Margaret Gompers chuckled.

She wasn't afraid at all.

How could a powerful mage like Zhao Chuanxin not be able to catch her?

It actually scared Arthur Gompers next to him.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Big Smith and Abraham Cohen walked in with tired and dusty faces.

Their faces were dejected.

Abraham Cohen cursed: "Sir, that son of a bitch Charles Baker is hiding deeper than a mouse!"

"Haha, there's no need to look for it. Have a good rest for the rest of the day. I'll take you to get someone tomorrow!"

At this time, Abraham Cohen saw Arthur Gompers and said hello to him.

It suddenly dawned on him that it was the prince of the Labor Federation who had brought the news.

But Zhao Chuanxin kept silent about this matter.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Unlike later generations, if you have a mobile phone, you can control it remotely.

The two of them have to run around with their men every day, covering the stars and the moon, covered in dust.

It would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

After relaxing, Big Smith saw that the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, so he said expressionlessly: "I can finally rest today. The only drawback is that there is no woman to accompany me tonight to relieve my fatigue."

Abraham Cohen sighed, and then said with sadness: "What I am saying is that feelings are really helpless."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at these two prostitutes and was quite speechless.

He sarcastically said: "You are an old bachelor, what are you helpless about?"

"..." Abraham Cohen was unconvinced: "Just because I don't have one now, doesn't mean I didn't have one before! Sir, you have to know that I have also had a tear-jerking relationship experience."

Big Smith asked in a stiff, machine-like tone: "Did you ask women to dump you? Many women say I'm ugly and don't want to date me. I can understand you."

Abraham Cohen sneered: "You are really ugly! I am not like you, I am because my family does not agree! The woman I like is young, sexy, tall, with a big ass, and her skin is as white as if she had just squeezed The milk that comes out..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly interrupted: "Your family doesn't agree? You mean your cousin doesn't agree, right?"

Abraham Cohen was surprised: "Sir, how do you know?"

"Zhuo! The person you fucking like is your cousin aunt, and your cousin will definitely disagree!"

The room fell into silence, then burst into laughter!

Even Big Smith, who had a stiff expression, laughed.

Abraham Cohen blushed and had a thick neck: "Sir, how on earth do you know?"

"Nonsense, in Xinxin Prison, your cousin bragged to me, saying that his wife was young, sexy, tall, with a big ass, and her skin was as white as freshly squeezed milk... It was exactly the same as you described, how could I Don’t you know?”

The room burst into laughter again.

Margaret Gompers also laughed, but her father covered her ears. It was not suitable for children.

Abraham Cohen argued: "Don't laugh, you listen to me. You only know one but not the other. My cousin is actually my childhood sweetheart, but she was married back by my cousin! You know Yes, I don’t have a father. I have regarded my cousin as my father since I was a child, and I don’t want to disobey him."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "So, you have never lacked maternal love since you were a child..."

Abraham Cohen: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and went to get his clothes: "Okay, let's call everyone. I'll treat you to two rounds of drinks at Cotton Nightclub tonight!"

…

Charles Baker was currently holed up in the home of Dorrance, nicknamed "Grandma."

Dorrance is an Irishman with naturally curly hair and the appearance of premature aging. When I reach middle age, my hair color becomes granny gray.

Not to mention, at first glance, she really looks like an old woman.

Don't look at his nickname "Grandma", but when he started, he didn't have the weakness of the old lady at all, and he was quite cruel.

Grandma Dorrance patted Charles Baker on the shoulder: "Man, you can stay here with me as long as you want, don't worry."

Charles Baker shook his head: "After I sobered up, I realized that I had done a stupid thing. I had good intentions, but I can't hide here."

"Why?" Grandma Dorrance frowned: "We are old friends. Don't you still believe in the strength of the Dorrance Gang?"

"Well, I really don't believe it in front of that person."

"Watt's Farke?" Grandma Dorrance was a little unhappy.

Charles Baker smiled slyly: "Grandma, believe it or not, there are evil dragons in this world. What I need now is a dragon slayer."

Grandma Dorrance blinked: "Man, who did you mess with?"

"You can't say it. If you say it, it will deepen your fear!"

Grandma Dorrance was famous for being cruel, bloodthirsty, greedy for money, and lustful. These were his three major natures.

He and Charles Baker worked together to commit countless evil deeds in New York.

He showed a cruel smile: "Do you think I have been afraid of anyone? Others have always been afraid of me! If you want to slay the evil dragon, can you do without my help? Friends should help each other."

He is cruel, but not pig-brained.

Charles Baker's connections in many police departments in New York were of great benefit to the Dorrance Gang.

As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed, as long as he helps him tide over the difficulties, he will be determined to help the Dorrance Clan grow in the future.

Charles Baker raised his eyebrows: "Grandma, do you really want to help me? I can't tell you who the enemy is, but I can tell you that this person is even more ferocious than you! This person is so powerful that even the army can't help me." I don’t necessarily take him seriously. When I found out his identity by mistake, I was desperate at first. But wanting to be a dragon slayer requires great perseverance."

"I used to have many enemies." Grandma Dorrance looked at Zixiong: "But, they are all dead! Do you know why? Because it is very simple to kill someone with mental arithmetic but no intention, no matter how powerful he is."

"You're right." Charles Baker thought thoughtfully after hearing this, and for a moment he showed a sinister smile: "Grandma, you are indeed a criminal genius! This evil dragon is very good at shooting, and it looks like a ghost when it moves. I have to Plan carefully, first make him unable to shoot, and then make him unable to advance..."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Grandma Dorrance said coldly: "Go and set up the dragnet now!"

"Remember what you said about calculating mentally but not intentionally? Don't worry now, I still have to go out and hide, and you have to hide too! If you really want to help me, you must first quit sex and don't let women delay important things!"

"..."

…

At the Cotton Nightclub, Zhao Chuanxin invited a group of black people and Jews to drink for two rounds.

At this time, various laws in the United States are not sound.

In future generations, if a little girl like Margaret Gompers went to nightclubs, bars, etc., this store would definitely be bankrupted by the defendant.

But now, everyone just looks at him strangely and doesn't even say anything to criticize him.

Margaret Gompers observed Zhao Chuanxin with curious eyes.

She suddenly asked: "Chen, are you short-sighted?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't drink. He was in the corner of the bar, leaning against the wall. His gaze covers the entire place.

He shook his head: "I'm not short-sighted."

Margaret Gompers wondered: "Then why do you wear glasses?"

"Because of Sven."

"Then why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"You do, I can see through people's hearts. And you always look higher."

This is the sequelae left by Zhao Chuanxin since he was sniped by the mad Colonel Louis Verweide last time.

He used to be fearless, but since then, in crowded places, he would always subconsciously be in a position where he could see the whole place, look for commanding heights and hiding places, and use devil crystal glasses to observe how many people were carrying murder weapons. .

He relies more and more on the devil's crystal glasses.

He concealed this very well, making it difficult for others to notice, but he didn't want to escape the little girl's "discernment".

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and grinned: "The last kid who asked me for details, I pulled out his tongue, broke his hands and feet, and kicked six or seven ribs!"

"..." Margaret Gompers stuck out her tongue: "Chen, I feel you are afraid of something! Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Many times, Wuji's children's words are the most touching.

Her father, Arthur Gompers, was a discriminator, but tonight he was so crazy that he had a good time with a group of black people at the Cotton Nightclub and left his daughter in the care of Zhao Chuanxin without any worries.

Seemingly sensing Zhao Chuanxin's doubts, Margaret Gompers said: "After you left that day, my father wanted to throw away the tableware used by black people. But he fell in the kitchen and was almost hit by a kitchen knife. Cutting his arm. He thought it was some kind of omen..."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled.

It seems that I made a lot of nonsense that day, and Arthur Gompers took it to heart.

From time to time, people came to clink glasses with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin drank black tea and only took a small sip every time he clinked the glasses.

Not long after, Abraham Cohen and Big Smith came over and sat next to him.

Abraham Cohen asked: "Boss, when will our food truck business start?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "We will go catch Charles Baker tomorrow. The money will be almost there the day after tomorrow. There are many people and things can be done easily. We can start at any time."

Abraham Cohen pondered for a moment and asked a question: "As there are more and more of us, do we all have to start a food truck business?"

Zhao Chuanxian had already planned these: "No! Only by reducing costs can food prices be lowered. The ingredients and seasonings of the dining car must be uniformly prepared. Therefore, we also need to build a workshop and a purchasing department. In this way, we can add a lot more post……"

Once upon a time, Zhao Chuanxin invested in the braised food business.

A friend got hold of the recipe and wanted to create a brand.

It just so happened that Zhao Chuanxin had some spare money, but his friend was short of money, so they hit it off.

Although he did not participate in the operation, he visited the projects he invested in throughout the process.

A small workshop of 30 square meters supplies seven stores, and can be upgraded in the future.

The food truck business is much the same.

In fact, in essence, this is no different from the current large companies in the United States integrating small businesses to reduce costs and grow stronger.

But Abraham Cohen couldn't come up with the idea.

This is a franchise model that has blossomed all over the country in later generations. It is almost out of date, but it is very new at this time.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith's eyes lit up.

"Boss, admit it, you are a genius!"

Dear captains, I will update at the end of the month and allow me to expand the ammunition depot first.

It’s been a long time since I’ve participated in a book review, and I’ve allowed it to grow wildly. Because someone complained, I was the first to comment on it, so I felt embarrassed.

There are many shortcomings in the writing, and Xiao Heizi has never disappeared, haha.

I’m always learning, and I hope I can make some progress, so let’s encourage each other.

There is no need to rush the plot, the climax is not far away.