The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Big Smith is talking here, Rebecca Levi is making sandwiches, and she is also dealing with a man who saw the investment advertisement and talked about joining.

"Please wait for me for a moment. I'll finish talking to you."

Rebecca Levy tried her best to suppress her excitement.

Although this is not the West, New York is still full of gold.

Er Smith saw it with enthusiasm: Is it really so easy to make money?

At this time, the person who carried out the work most smoothly was undoubtedly Li Xiling.

He's just putting the word out on Mott Street, Broome Street, Elizabeth Street and Chinatown - there's money-making opportunities, come on!

An Liangtang is a decent person, a representative of those who are not good at eating.

Li Xiling's speaking intensity is second only to Situ Meitang.

As soon as these words came out, people responded like a cloud.

In one day, there were more than ten franchisees, all Chinese businessmen, and some were waiting to see.

Abraham Cohen, who was on his way to Ossining's Sing Sing Prison, felt a little anxious at this time.

He knew that Big Smith and Li Xiling were working hard to make money, but he was working outside the circle of making money. It was painful to think about it.

But he made up his mind to handle Zhao Chuanxin's affairs properly. The boss's head was filled with real gold. He went back to ask for advice. He said that he could not come first and be the last to arrive faster than Big Smith and Li Xiling. Still fast.

After thinking wildly along the way, the public carriage arrived at Sing Sing Prison. Abraham Cohen paid the fare, packed his suit, and walked into the prison.

After many rounds of searches, I finally met Andrew Miller.

Andrew Miller was also wearing black Dalaris at this time, with a Roman collar.

Abraham Cohen was stunned: How could this man be a priest?

Andrew Miller was also stunned. He thought it was Zhao Chuanxin who came.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Abraham Cohen. The boss asked me to come to see you."

Andrew Miller frowned, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Boss? Did the leader say anything?"

"Leader? Boss, he said to reassure you that Rockefeller will not touch you again."

"That's it?" Andrew Miller was even more disappointed.

"By the way, also, the boss said that after the court is over, he will find an opportunity to get you out."

Andrew Miller's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Well, let's prepare for the trial first and be sure to drag Rockefeller into the water."

After Andrew Miller left, the prison guards asked Abraham Cohen to leave.

Abraham Cohen said: "I still want to meet someone..."

Of course the person he wanted to see was his cousin.

Unlike Andrew Miller, who was wearing a priest's robe, my cousin walked like a gangster, with his hands handcuffed in front of him, dangling, his nostrils pointed in the sky, and his beard was white but stretched like two hundred and fifty thousand.

When he saw Abraham Cohen, he tilted his head and looked at him sideways: "Son of a bitch, it took you so long to come see me? Look at you now. You are dressed like a dog. If you don't know, you'd think you're on Wall Street." It’s work. You didn’t take advantage of my absence to take advantage of Rebecca’s ideas, did you?”

Abraham Cohen showed no expression on his face, took out a cigarette, handed one over, lit it for his cousin, and smoked one himself.

He said calmly: "I was very busy and didn't take time to see you. Rebecca is very good. I took good care of her."

He deliberately emphasized the word "care".

When my cousin heard this, he became angry: "Damn it, she is your cousin..."

Abraham Cohen sat quietly, unmoved by his anger: "Cousin, let me tell you, I have taken over your people. They were bullied by the Irish gangs and Italians and lived in poverty. .I gave them a bite of food, do you think that’s okay?”

It's weird if there's no problem.

My cousin's nose was flaring, as if he was about to explode and hurt someone at any moment.

But Abraham Cohen was undaunted.

Sure enough, in the end, my cousin suppressed his temper and said, "Well, the team will disperse sooner or later anyway. It's better to take advantage of outsiders than to take advantage of you."

Abraham Cohen smiled confidently.

The new Lion King has come to power and is already unstoppable.

The cousin's white beard was trembling, he looked at him with squinted eyes, and suddenly said: "I want to tell you some bad news."

Abraham Cohen leaned back and flicked the ashes from his cigarette: "What's the news?"

The cousin looked into his eyes and said, "Isaiah's mother came to the prison, visited his brother, and told him what you were doing outside."

"So what?" Abraham Cohen thought of what Zhao Chuanxin told him and disapproved of it.

He has contacted Situ Meitang's lawyer Xiao Luo as his legal advisor.

My cousin smiled playfully: "You came to power because of the leader, right?"

This is the second time Abraham Cohen has heard the term "leader".

What kind of leader is the boss?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything about the Chamber Pot God Cult outside.

"I earned my position through my own efforts." Abraham Cohen emphasized with a frown. "Even if I am promoted by my boss, it is because I am valued for my intelligence."

My cousin was not interested in his boasting, and sneered: "Hey, do you know that Isaiah's brother is about to be released from prison? He may come to trouble you or the leader!"

Abraham Cohen's face changed slightly.

He didn't look down on anyone.

Just like Charles Baker, he is nothing more than an ant in front of his boss, but he can still cause some trouble to his boss by surprise.

"Is he crazy? Does he dare?"

My cousin sneered and said: "Family love can make people crazy. However, if you can get me some money, I will help you solve this trouble in Xinxin Prison."

Abraham Cohen is smart, but often too smart.

He now regards himself as Zhao Chuanxin's deputy and feels that he cannot let Zhao Chuanxin intervene in everything. A qualified deputy must be able to take the initiative to solve problems for his boss.

He put out his cigarette and asked, "How many do you want?"

All kinds of gains and losses were quickly considered in my cousin's mind, and he said a number in a moment: "I want four hundred yuan!"

Abraham Cohen wanted to stand up, but held back: "No, it's too much."

Four hundred dollars at this time is almost equivalent to thousands or even ten thousand dollars in the twenty-first century.

This is not a small amount. Maybe Abraham Cohen can easily come up with it in the future, but not now.

My cousin rolled his eyes. He asked for a high price and paid it back on the spot. He pretended to take a big step back: "Half, 200, not a penny less."

Abraham Cohen still shook his head: "100, if it works, I can give it to you now."

"make a deal!"

Abraham Cohen reached for his pocket, but suddenly said: "Don't you think it would be better to give this money to Rebecca? Do you know how difficult it is for her to live outside?"

My cousin gritted his teeth: "She agreed to marry me only after I solved her brother's trouble. I was arrested by the police at the wedding, and I haven't gotten along with her until now. Why should I give her money? Besides, I'm very I doubt there will be any difference between giving this money to her and returning it to your pocket."

Abraham Cohen's anger flashed away: "You know, she is not that kind of person. Although you are in prison, she has always adhered to womanly ways and supported herself by herself."

My cousin shrugged indifferently.

Abraham Cohen took out his wallet, counted out a hundred dollars, threw it away angrily, and turned around to leave.

But when he reached the door, he turned around and said coldly: "Nathan didn't escape to another place, but met God, right?"

A trace of panic flashed across his cousin's face.

Abraham Cohen knew the answer when he saw this: "I hope you get paid to do things."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

…

Zhao Chuanxin came to the backyard to practice balancing skills.

Margaret Gompers held the wooden shovel her master made for her, poking her butt out and playing with earthworms.

She lifted up the twisting earthworm without fear at all and said, "Master, let's go fishing."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm Master, Master cannot go out."

Margaret Gompers was disappointed and cut the earthworm into pieces to express her anger.

Zhao Chuanxin calmed down, took out the Mosin Nagant wheel, loaded the bullets, and set up a target ten meters away.

He said: "Shoot at three o'clock in the morning and evening, one magazine in the morning and evening. Disciple, cover your ears, you are going to practice shooting as a master!"

Margaret Gompers quickly blocked her ears, but looked here with interest.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his holster and suddenly drew his gun.

He was quick to draw and fire his gun.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Empty bullets instantly.

He walked over and saw that only one bullet hit the target.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

He recalled carefully that although he had the bonus of Devil's Crystal Glasses in the past, when he used wheel rapid fire many times, he did not rely on cheating.

Because the rapid fire doesn't even have time to cheat.

At that time, he could hit every shot, but why can't he do it now?

When he was in Liaodi, he shot the driver of the current U.S. Consul General in Fengtian, Sid Dade, in the back of the hand.

That kind of sudden shooting, there is no time to use the devil crystal glasses.

At this time, Margaret Gompers let go of her hand: "Master, this gun doesn't sound at all."

The Mosin-Nagant wheel's air-locked bullet slot and countersunk bullets not only make it powerful enough to penetrate steel plates and kill horses, but also have a silencer effect.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head blankly, and when he saw his apprentice, an idea flashed in his mind.

He said cheerfully: "Disciple, I want to ask you, my master's gun used to be equipped with something that can be aimed at..."

Margaret Gompers asked curiously: "What is it aimed at?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin couldn't describe it, so he said: "Anyway, it's just such a thing. If it is installed on a gun, even you can hit the target. But, master does not rely solely on that thing to hit the target. Now, master There is no aiming instrument on the gun, and Master can’t hit it at all. What’s going on? What should I do?”

Margaret Gompers subconsciously wanted to put her fingers in her mouth while thinking.

But Zhao Chuanxin clearly saw that her little hands were dirty and he had just taken the earthworm, so he hurried over to stop her and stuffed a candy ball into her mouth instead of using his fingers.

Margaret Gompers slapped her hands: "I know!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: You know that this apprentice was not in vain, he is really here for something!

After all, this little girl is good at psychological problems.

Unexpectedly, she ran to the swing and said, "Master, come, help me swing."

Zhao Chuanxin's old face darkened: Is it so unreliable?

He walked over anyway.

Margaret Gompers said: "Master, you see, as long as you are behind me, I can get high, even if you don't do it, I can get high. But if you are not behind me, I can't get high." So high, because deep down I’m afraid.”

Zhao Chuanxin's head seemed to have been struck by lightning...