The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith looked at each other and then left happily.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

He's quite a big man and quite frizzy.

Margaret Gompers said: "Chen, I think they are planning something."

Um?

This little girl always means what she says.

What she said is generally not wrong.

Sure enough, not long after, dozens of people, led by Abraham Cohen and Big Smith, surrounded Zhao Chuanxin.

Margaret Gompers was a little nervous.

Zhao Chuanxin subconsciously took out the God of War M1907 from the secret realm.

Want to rebel?

However, Abraham Cohen suddenly took a silver ring and exaggeratedly held it up with the thumb and index finger of both hands in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

"Boss, this is dedicated to you."

With that said, he handed the ring to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: What does this mean?

Margaret Gompers next to him pushed him and whispered: "I think you should put it on now."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw a group of people staring at him with burning eyes.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, he put away the God of War M1907, tested it, and finally put the ring on his little finger.

The ring is oxidized and has many scuffs and scratches.

Engraved on the ring is a Hebrew verse from the Talmud: When you save one life, you save the entire world!

Not exquisite, but very flavorful.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin put on the ring, Abraham Cohen's face showed a mixture of relief, seriousness, and happiness.

Next came Big Smith, who handed Zhao Chuanxin a brooch set with a sapphire the size of a grain of rice: "Boss, this is dedicated to you."

He also changed his tune and called Zhao Chuanxin "boss".

Then he crossed his hands in front of his abdomen and stepped back.

What Er Smith brought was an exquisite silk pocket square. After folding it, he helped Zhao Chuanxin stuff it into the breast pocket of his suit.

Another Jew inserted a rose flower into the eye of Zhao Chuanxin's suit.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and sniffed, and the scent was quite strong.

By this time, most of the flowers were gone, and he didn't know where he got them.

Isaiah presented Zhao Chuanxin with a coin.

Everyone offered a small item, some worth a small amount of money, some not.

Everything that can be worn has been put on.

Everything that can fit in a pocket has been stuffed into a pocket.

There were also some scattered things placed on the table in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Arthur Gompers may have been too drunk. When he saw everyone presenting gifts to Zhao Chuanxin, he blushed and shouted, "I have it too, I have it too..."

As he spoke, he photographed a copper medal with the words "1897-1901" and "Labor Federation Memorial" in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

The eyes of Abraham Cohen, Big Smith and others suddenly became sharp.

Abraham Cohen snapped: "Arthur, do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Arthur Gompers blushed and shouted: "I know, of course I know, can't I give my sincerity? My father is Samuel Gompers!"

Big Smith said coldly: "I hope you will remember what you did today!"

After saying that, he pulled him away and the crowd dispersed.

Margaret Gompers said worriedly to Zhao Chuanxin: "My father...he is drunk!"

Zhao Chuanxin has roughly understood the meaning behind the actions of Abraham Cohen, Big Smith and others.

This is heavier than a contract written in black and white.

He cheerfully said to the little girl: "It's too late! You must remember this lesson. Adults must be responsible for their own words and deeds, whether they are drunk or not."

Margaret Gompers could not comprehend the seriousness of this matter for the time being.

She didn't know that during her ignorant experience of a nightclub dedication ceremony, history took a nap here, and a behemoth that should not have appeared in the future was born.

It has a not-so-popular name - Food Truck Group!

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The next day, Zhao Chuanxin personally led the team, which was divided into three groups and marched towards the Irish activity areas in the Lower East Side, XC District and Harlem District.

Li Xiling, who was sent to assist in boxing, led the Anliang Tang disciples to XC District; the Smith brothers went to Harlem; Zhao Chuanxin took Abraham Cohen and others to the Lower East Side.

At this time, in Manhattan, if you look at it from a high altitude, the greener areas are the slums, and the opposite is the bustling areas.

The Lower East Side was a frequent haunt of the Dorrance Gang.

Abraham Cohen took Zhao Chuanxin to a bar.

"Boss, this is where the workers and the Dorrance Gang fought. This is the bar where Charles Baker last appeared."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed open the door and entered.

Although it was morning, there were actually many Irish people sitting here drinking.

The Irish love wine and have a hot temper.

In other places, even if there are many co-workers, workers generally would not dare to quarrel with gangs.

But the Irish are not used to that stinky habit.

After three ounces of yellow soup, people die and birds look up to the sky.

When Zhao Chuanxin came in, he was greeted with a "do it if you don't accept it" look.

Abraham Cohen and others were a little nervous, ready to get into a hard fight at any time.

Only Zhao Chuanxin came to the bar and sat on a high chair like no one else was around: "Boss, except for me, give everyone here a glass of beer."

The bald and rosacea-stained boss originally had a straight face, but he raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Well done, man, the whole Ireland likes you."

"God bless you, child!"

"Oh yeah, early Christmas!"

"Thank God I don't have any money for drinks anymore."

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly relaxed and there was a round of applause.

Abraham Cohen: "..."

It turns out that it is so easy to eliminate hostility.

He has to be the boss.

They also sat down and drank beer in peace.

Zhao Chuanxin drank the milk and asked: "Boss, why didn't that bitch Dorrance come? You son of a bitch, you owe me fifty yuan and you haven't paid back yet!"

Abraham Cohen is a drunkard.

Don't you know how to be more tactful when asking people?

If so, would the bartender still tell you?

To his surprise, the bartender laughed and said, "Young man, you really like me. That son of a bitch, Grandma Dorrance, was probably scared by those workers and didn't dare to come."

"He was beaten by a worker?" Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be surprised: "Well beaten, if others don't beat him, I will do it too!"

The bartender laughed happily for a while and suddenly said: "But young man, grandma is a cruel person and likes to stab her in the back. Don't provoke him easily. He is a shame to us Irish people!"

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table.

The heart of Abraham Cohen on the side was almost taken out by him.

If you were surprised in an Irish pub, wouldn't it be easy to find trouble?

Zhao Chuanxin yelled: "You look down on people, right? Now you tell me where he lives, and it's over to see if I can cut him!"

Abraham Cohen said to himself: It’s over, let’s get started.

But what made him even more stunned was that there was a sound of "boos" in the bar.

One of the drinkers shouted: "The house at the end of McDougal Street is Grandma Dorrance's house. Go ahead. I'm waiting for the good news that you have been taken care of."

These people have always seen the excitement as a big deal, and they just needed something to stir up their drinks.

Zhao Chuanxin paid for the drink, stood up and walked out: "Just wait and see!"

After leaving the door, Abraham Cohen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Boss, this is really unexpected."

In the bar, he prepared for a fight several times.

However, Zhao Chuanxin used the most incredible method to easily find out where Grandma Dorrance lived.

It's nothing short of miraculous.

A group of Jews admired Zhao Chuanxin with all their might!

Is there anything else that the boss can’t do?

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "When communicating with a group of drunkards, you can't take the usual path."

He was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. When he arrived near Grandma Dorrance's house, he kept observing ambush points on the way.

But when we arrived at the house, there was nothing suspicious.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Abraham, I'm guarding the front door. You go in through the back door and knock on the glass."

Zhao Chuanxin hid behind a few people, so that if someone shot from inside the house, he would have someone to back him up.

There was only a faint sound of "crackling" glass breaking. Abraham Cohen went in quickly and came out even faster.

He spread his hands to indicate that no one was there.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that a neighbor had already opened the curtains and looked over.

Fortunately, telephones were not widely available at this time, otherwise it would be quite troublesome for someone to call the police.

He frowned: "Retreat, take someone to inquire about the surrounding areas."

Before evening, the three groups of people met.

Everyone will report the results of the battle. It cannot be said that it was in vain, it can only be said that there is no achievement.

"I heard word that Grandma Dorrance was in hiding," Big Smith said.

Li Xiling said with some jealousy: "These Irish people have their properties everywhere. I asked about it in the XC area. Grandma Dorrance has not shown up for many days. At present, those places are taken care of by his horsemen. .”

He had reason to be jealous.

The United States is a country of immigrants with many races.

Each group has its own scope of activities.

For example, the Chinese are usually active on Mott Street, Bowery Street and Chinatown Avenue.

Italians are active on Elizabeth Street, Little Italy Street and Plaza Mexico.

But Grandma Dorrance, with the help of Charles Baker, spread her tentacles all over the Lower East Side, XC and Harlem.

Everyone returned in vain.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, and both Charles Baker and Grandma Dorrance hid. They were probably too frightened to tell the story about Wilhelmina.

Although he claims to be a professional mage, he is actually a Xibei guy. If he can pinch him, it is nonsense. In the huge city of New York, there is no way to find the two people who are hiding in XZ.

So he said to Li Xiling: "Go back and tell Brother Situ that we can cooperate in the food truck business. Put the Charles Baker matter aside for the time being."

Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin sighed secretly.

I think he is a happy and carefree person like a god, but recently he has been tied up by various things.

After coming to the United States, he first planned for the economic crisis, designed the Ares series of weapons, herded cattle, and built workshops... Everything was rushed, and now there was a Chamber Pot Cult and a dining truck group to work on, and John Browning was still waiting for him to go to Kurdek. Sri Lanka.

The stall is quite large and seems to be full of people, but in fact it has not produced any gratifying results, except for a prototype gun of the God of War M1907.

Counting the numbers on his fingers, Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded - where is my padded recliner?

Thinking of the relaxed and leisurely life outside the customs, Zhao Chuanxin missed the lazy sunshine in the afternoon through the floor-to-ceiling windows at home.

He was half-motivated: "Okay, let's do it. Abraham, Big Smith, you two go rent a front office first, and we will set up the dining car group office. Build a workshop, find craftsmen who modify the carriage, and leave these things to you." Let’s do it.”

He decided to continue to be the hands-off shopkeeper just like he did in China.

Abraham Cohen was very positive: "Boss, it's up to me. The office will be implemented the day after tomorrow at the latest. Let's wait for our good news!"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth but was speechless.

Are you worried?

Regardless, he was going to the hotel to have a good night's rest and tell Edith Roosevelt about Charles Baker.

I have tried my best.