The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly became enlightened.

It's like flirting with girls.

Originally, a man had the ability to attract girls with his own charm, but he got used to carrying huge sums of money. Over time, his charm was still there, but without the huge sums of money, he could not attract girls.

Rather than talking about the huge amount of money, it is better to say that it is subconscious fear and lack of confidence that prevent him from becoming Neptune.

But here comes the question: How to eliminate this fear?

He asked doubts.

Margaret Gompers thought for a while: "If you had been standing behind me, I would have been fully engaged in the game. But if you left quietly, I could still be so high. When I found that you were not behind me, maybe I was afraid The boundaries will be broken.”

Zhao Chuanxin thought hard, how to apply this principle to shooting?

As he thought, he used the small ejection stick in front of him to poke out the cartridge cases one by one and reload the bullets.

Except for the difficulty of reloading and reloading, the Mosin-Nagant wheel is almost perfect in Zhao Chuanxin's opinion.

Fortunately, he can make up for this deficiency with quantity.

After a while, his eyes lit up, and he took out the sunglasses from the photo he took in the "King of New York" report in the newspaper from the secret place and put them on.

Quick draw of gun, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Taking off his glasses, he went to the target and looked, good guy, not a single shot hit this time.

He was furious: "I don't believe it!"

He started shooting endlessly.

Once, twice, three times...

Even though he was as strong as him, his hands were numb from the shock in the end, and he even lost his standard.

At last even Margaret Gompers could stand it no longer, and ran back into the house to play.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped around in the backyard, cursed, and became incompetent and furious, but to no avail.

The kind of ability that you clearly have but can't use is the most maddening thing.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up the rapid fire, took out the horse card, zoomed in on the target, and fired accurately with one hand.

Before World War II, except for Zhao Chuanxin and the members of the insurance team in Lugang Town, probably all pistols used in the world were shot with one hand.

Hold the gun in one hand and aim, the other hand either on your hip or in your pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin held the gun with one hand. Although his results were not that dismal, he was simply not used to using the gun like this.

Then switched to Weaver shooting and C.A.R shooting.

His approach is relatively wild, and because of his great strength, he can use all kinds of weird postures on the battlefield.

He would hold the gun concealed at his waist with one hand, or he would hold the gun with his elbow and shoot horizontally.

Sometimes, he would even hold the grip with his right hand, insert one finger of his left index finger into the trigger and pull it quickly to perform an unconventional rapid fire... That hand speed would make a woman cry.

In order to find a sense of familiarity, Zhao Chuanxin tried various methods.

Until the sunset filled the sky and the tired birds returned to the forest, Arthur Gompers returned home. Hearing gunshots in the backyard, he hurriedly came to check.

"boss?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and when he saw it was him, he angrily pulled the trigger without looking at the target, bang bang bang...

Empty the remaining bullets, turn around and leave.

Neither of them noticed that these several shots, ten rings...

"Benjamin has left?" Zhao Chuanxin asked weakly.

"Let's go. He said he wanted to go to North Tarrytown first."

"Well, okay." Zhao Chuanxin went back to the house first and changed out of his clothes that were soaked in gunpowder smoke to avoid choking his nose.

Just as he was about to eat, he heard the phone in the study room ringing.

There were very few telephones installed at this time, which meant there were few telephones.

In the past few days, anyone who calls is basically asking for Zhao Chuanxin.

He ran into the study and answered.

To his surprise, the call came from Rachel Kervis.

"Ethan? I'm Rachel."

"It's me, disciple, how do you know the phone number here?"

On the other end of the phone, Rachel Kraves, with her cheeks swollen, this "disciple's mother" didn't sound very serious.

"Benjamin told me when he went home."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "My dear disciple, did you miss me when you called me?"

"Ahem..." Rachel Kervis was choked, and she whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, Samuel and I came together to call you in town, he is smoking outside."

"oh……"

Zhao Chuanxin drew a long note.

In fact, he analyzed from Rachel Kervis's voice that she was quite happy now.

Perhaps this was because her son had gone home.

Rachel Kervis asked: "Who are the people following Benjamin? Why are there still black people? Forget it about Marcus, isn't it safe for you to let other black people follow you?"

"It doesn't matter, they know the rules. If anything happens, I won't just break their legs." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. "You called me to talk about this?"

"No, I actually want to complain about you."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "Complain about me? This is the first time in my life that someone happily wants to complain about me. Did I hear wrongly?"

Rachel Kervis's eyes widened and she looked out guiltily. She was relieved when she found that Samuel Goldberg didn't pay attention to her.

His face turned even redder and he spat: "What are you talking about? I want to tell you that your family is almost in trouble, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chuanxin has no concept of home. If he does, it is definitely not the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, but the small villa in Lugang Town.

"In Ethan Manor, we can no longer even pay the servants' wages. Hua'er discussed with the servant, and the servant was reasonable and said that he could borrow money temporarily. Hua'er was so worried that I asked you to do it, but she refused and didn't want to delay it. You have to think of your own business. But she can't speak English well, what can you do?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth.

Raise your hand and give yourself a mouthful.

During this time, money was splashed out like running water.

Xinghui Afterimage Company originally had a reserve fund of 10,000 yuan, which was blackmailed from Da Hu.

But building two food processing workshops, hiring workers, purchasing raw materials, purchasing paper, plus the upfront cost of modifying the carriage, 10,000 yuan was already overspending.

Zhao Chuanxin's pocket is cleaner than his face now.

If he wanted to use money again, he would have to cash in his various collections.

He took a deep breath: "Don't let her figure it out. Samuel will come to work at a Wall Street bank tomorrow, right?"

Rachel Kervis: "Yes. Ethan, don't worry. If you don't have enough money, I have saved some money myself. I have more than two hundred dollars. I can lend it to you first."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

She has a close relationship with Miao Cuihua. Why not lend it to Miao Cuihua directly, but go around and lend it to herself?

Zhao Chuanxin joked: "Haha, you just called me in a roundabout way, right?"

Rachel Kervis was so embarrassed that she quickly covered it up: "What? Who cares to call you? Okay, I'm going to hang up..."

Zhao Chuanxin was just joking, but it was obvious that she was so anxious that she was a little confused: Could it be that she was getting to the point?

He said: "Don't worry about it yet. Tell Samuel that I will go to the bank to hand over the money to him tomorrow and let him take it back."

"oh……"

"Okay, hang up."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone.

Rachel Kervis noticed that there was no movement, and put down the phone angrily, and spat: "What a bastard, I wasted such an expensive phone bill, you actually hung up on me first..."

"Excuse me, 10 cents." The phone booth toll collector extended his hand.

…

Zhao Chuanxin went to the dining table and after sitting down, he said: "Arthur, lend me five hundred yuan. You can use it for up to three days. I will give you 10, no, 2 cents interest."

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin would default on his debts. He could see that Xinghui Catering Company would definitely make money.

What's more, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin's interpersonal relationships and industry are far more than just the food truck gang.

Without saying a word, he went back to the safe in the bedroom to withdraw the money, and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin readily: "Forget it about the interest..."

For 2 cents, you can’t even buy a food truck sandwich.

"Whatever you want, one size fits all!"

After the meal, Zhao Chuanxin came to the front door and sat on a chair to smoke.

Gas lamps flickered on the streets, and the waning moon of the 24th lunar calendar hung in the sky.

The poor people who get off work are the stars and the moon. They are the cattle and horses in the prosperous times and the cannon fodder in the troubled times.

They think that as long as they are willing to endure hardship, they can live a good life.

In fact, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, they will have endless hardships.

Zhao Chuanxin's cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, and he couldn't help but hum:

I can't tell, I don't have glasses. I played until dark and just finished eating. Angry, sad, and crazy, Big Luo and Xiao Luo are all bad, but they are just out of their power...cry out, God of War, and kill for three and a half years. When attacking an enemy's face, accuracy has nothing to do with it... I want, what's the use of these eyes! I have it, so what about this armor? Still uneasy, still melancholy... The evil ways in this world are dangerous, so I still need to practice...

Margaret Gompers lay on the armrest of the chair, raised her head, and looked at him with her clear eyes like stars: "Master, what are you singing? It's very nice."

"The loneliness that Master sings about is loneliness singing."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away and hit the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

He stood up and carried Margaret Gompers on his shoulders: "Let's go home."

It left a string of crisp laughter for passers-by.

The nights of the 21st century are dark, but the lights are bright in people's hearts. In 1907, it was just the opposite. People fell asleep at night.

Zhao Chuanxin endured his sleepiness and opened his diary.

[Weirdos and earth masters are doing research on Xiao Da Dan, while I am waiting outside the laboratory. 】

[Finally, the door to the laboratory opens. 】

At this point, Zhao Chuanxin became more energetic.

What other artifact is about to be released?

[The weirdo pulled his hair, distressed and depressed. 】

Zhao Chuanxin's heart thumped.

[The goblin was originally listless, but after seeing that I was still here, he cheered up a bit and even smiled. 】

[I asked: How is the research going? 】

[The weirdo said: We...]

[The goblin interrupted him: We succeeded. We transformed your blue ghost armor into another device, which I call a smart gyroscope. 】

At first, Zhao Chuanxin felt something was wrong as he looked at it.

After the goblin said something about "intelligent gyroscope", Zhao Chuanxin was immediately confused.

The neighbor's house is drying peppercorns - spicy next door!

[The goblin kept smiling and continued: This device can help you accomplish many amazing achievements. It goes well with your adventure career. It can assist with attitude control and even navigation. In addition to having no mouth to speak, it is simply smarter than any intelligent life I have ever seen. 】

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know whether "I" had been deceived, but he took a breath.

Even Zhao Chuanxin's sleepiness disappeared, and he couldn't wait to write in a hurry:

[I asked: What did you do with my blue ghost armor? If we don’t explain it clearly, we won’t be finished today! 】