The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Back then, John Peterman was awesome.

At this time, when Zhao Chuanxin asked again, he had no confidence to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger: "With this money, how many shares can you give me?"

John Peterman blushed.

Although he was short of money, he couldn't lose face. He said coldly: "A thousand yuan? Do I look like someone who is short of a thousand yuan?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "If you think about it, how much is it?"

John Peterman suppressed his sneer, and his face became more solemn: "Ten thousand? I may be able to give you a little share, just a little bit, and you can't interfere in daily business affairs."

Zhao Chuanxin was delighted: "Is this all you have imagination? I'm talking about 100,000 US dollars. After all, how many shares can I give you?"

For example, the J.C. Penney store is Zhao Chuanxin's key investment target. This type of investment is a long-term investment and the shares will not be sold easily.

John Peterman's eyes widened: "Are you telling the truth?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at himself with his thumb: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

John Peterman opened his mouth wide: "You...I..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper, wrote a phone number and handed it to him: "Call this number, state your store name, and contact Thomas for the rest."

"Is it the gold penholder of Wall Street?"

"What the hell?"

"Thomas W. Lawson, nicknamed the Golden Pen Holder, wasn't he a great financial master?"

Zhao Chuanxin hated the cold.

The "Wall Street Bear" Jesse Livermore, and now there is the "Wall Street Pen Holder" Thomas W. Lawson.

There are rumors outside that as long as you have a relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, you can become famous, even though Zhao Chuanxin is very cruel.

Being his friend is like making a deal with the devil. There are even rumors that Zhao Chuanxin is a mage and he can make a person rich as long as he sells his soul to him.

Just outrageous.

"Don't worry about gold or silver. Just contact him and discuss it. I'm very optimistic about your store. But remember, discrimination will not be allowed in J.C. Penney stores in the future."

John Peterman's tone became respectful: "Mr. Zhao, sometimes it's not that we want to discriminate, but many times if we let black people into the store and other stores find out, we will be ostracized by the industry."

Capitalists all have the same virtue: they are blinded by money, and their change of attitude is not much slower than that of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and smiled: "In ten days, I will change this trend for you. If anyone dares to exclude you in the future, contact the New York Food Truck Gang and they will help you solve it."

Zhao Chuanxin bought some beer and snacks in the town, got back on the carriage, and headed towards Putnam Lake Pasture.

The scenery in autumn is as beautiful as when Zhao Chuanxin met Wilhelmina.

Only the color has changed.

It was originally green, but now it's yellow-blue.

The boundless yellow grassland, the turquoise lake, and the blue sky seem to hide a huge secret.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the sound of the cow bell and opened the curtain to see that it was his own herd of cattle that was going to Putnam Lake to drink water.

William Hope and a few cowboys were looking at the two public carriages curiously, not knowing who was coming.

At this time, the carriage stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin and four others jumped down.

William Hope's face showed surprise.

At this moment, a bull went on a rampage, causing trouble in the herd and fighting with other bulls.

William Hope hurried over to separate them.

But one bull was so strong that it even tried to gouge William Hope's horse.

That is to say, William Hope was a good horseman. He turned his horse's head and sprinted for more than ten meters to avoid it.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "You evil beast! If Fanfan hadn't only brought the mushroom soup base today, this beast wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant!"

Mad Cow Bill II, who was arguing crazily, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Then he lowered his head, frowned, and his arrogance disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards it, and when he got closer, he raised his hand and slapped it on the head.

This guy is very honest and doesn't dare to fight back.

William Hope wiped his sweat: "This bitch has always been disobedient."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and patted Mad Cow Bill II on the head: "A few more blows, and you will turn into a pot of fat beef rolls and beef chiba."

William Hope said happily: "Boss, are you here specifically to see us?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I came here specifically to see my workshop."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out the beer and snacks: "Take them back and drink."

He looked at the herds of cattle and felt satisfied.

The cunning rabbit has three holes, and he now has many escape routes.

Lugang Town, Jiandao, Hong Kong Island, North Tarrytown, Cooltex.

What? The United States issued a ban to prevent him from coming?

These days, there are few bans in many areas. Do you dare to say that you can get away with it?

Just like Sun Gongwu, there are many prohibitions.

Because of Hong Kong's ban on him, there was a movie called "October Siege" in later generations.

Zhao Chuanxin proudly thought that maybe there would be movies about him in the future, such as "Fortress Besieged", "Hunting", "God of War", and so on.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel very good.

He asked Ning An to send the public carriage and led the people to walk toward Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company.

The workshop hired a production manager to oversee everything.

He needs to report to Freddie Pavitt and Ning An respectively.

Ning An oversees financial direction, and Freddie Pavitt handles production and operations management.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a large courtyard here with two main buildings.

Ning An introduced: "Sir, this two-story building is a workshop, and the one next to it is a warehouse. The smaller one over there is the canteen, and the one over there is the toilet..."

While the introduction was being made, the production manager came in a hurry.

He greeted Ning An respectfully.

Ning An introduced: "Sir, this is the manager in charge of production, Mr. Chamberlain.

Chamberlain, this is boss Zhao Chuanxin. "

Chamberlain's smiling face froze and his head banged: "Zhao, Zhao, Zhao Xinxin?"

He always thought that Freddy Pavitt was the boss behind the scenes, but he didn't expect that the real boss was the famous Butcher of the Far East.

Wouldn't that mean that Zhao Chuanxian used weapons produced by American weapons companies to shoot Americans?

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and raised his chin: "Lead the way and see what's going on inside."

Night had fallen by now.

But the factory lights are bright.

Chamberlain forced a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhao, our factory works in two shifts and is in production non-stop. The only drawback is that there is no railway here. If there is a railway next to the factory, the production of raw materials and shipment transportation will be much more convenient."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Ning'an, write it down and then allocate funds to build a railway from Kurdex to here."

Chamberlain perked up and said, "It's so good. Mr. Zhao is so generous."

Once the railway is built and the factory's output increases, he will get a commission from the team... So he suggested: "Boss, pacifism is prevalent now, and even the fleet is painted white to symbolize peace. If we want to profit from this, it's best to The only way is to sell weapons to small countries with many conflicts and let them provoke a big war..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a strange look: "Who taught you to say that?"

Chamberlain was stunned: "No one, I thought of it myself..."

The weapons merchant, also known as the "Death Merchant", is more than just talk.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin seemed interested, Chamberlain struck again while the iron was hot: "Our firearms are advanced and of high quality, but I think it is completely unnecessary. We can produce ordinary firearms and lower the quality..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally couldn't listen anymore: "You don't understand the situation at all, do you?"

"Huh?" Chamberlain was confused and had a bad feeling.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said: "The weapons here, especially the newly designed weapons, if a gun is released on the market, you have to be careful about the head on your neck.

There are many ways to make money, but this is the only way I don't make money. I want every gun that comes out of this workshop to be pointed at my enemy.

So now, if there is any defect in quality control, it will be remade immediately.

If you dare to think wrongly, I swear by Zhao Chuanxin, it will be useless for you to escape to the ends of the earth, I will cut you into pieces. "

Chamberlain looked at Zhao Chuanxin without any intention of joking.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Murderous intent is an invisible substance.

But when talking to some people, you will always feel that if you dare to say "no", you will be killed the next moment.

Chamberlain trembled: "Well, I never thought that being a production manager can also be life-threatening..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Now you know, you will know better tomorrow."

Chamberlain didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Maybe we'll find out tomorrow.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around the assembly line, but he said he couldn't understand it.

But Benjamin Goldberg looked at those machines with great interest.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the warehouse again, and Chamberlain said: "Boss, we will also build a showroom next to it to display our products."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the rice boxes stacked in the warehouse, which were full of Lugang M1907 and Ares M1907, as well as the unified Parabellum ammunition that matched the two.

In addition, there are Maxim, Madsen, Winchester M1897 and other ammunition.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Can we produce cannons here?"

Chamberlain shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We can't put it into production yet, and we haven't obtained the production license yet."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "If I have a design drawing in my hand and I need to produce it one day, can I produce it?"

Chamberlain frowned: "If you don't have permission, you can't."

Zhao Chuanxin understood.

He went through the firearms in the box and tried them next to each other, and found that there was no problem.

After sampling and disassembling a handful, the master and apprentice agreed that the quality of the internal parts was satisfactory.

After all, this factory is just a small workshop operation.

If it's too big, it will draw attention.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to make it small enough to attract attention, and the weapons produced were only shipped to Asia.

Even except for the insurance team, Zhao Chuanxin does not want other teams to use it for the time being.

Good steel should be used on the blade.

When the critical moment comes, it suddenly appears, not only blinding the enemy's eyes, but also catching the enemy off guard.

The next day, Chamberlain read the newspaper and finally knew what Zhao Chuanxin's words meant...