The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

A white man said: "Mr. Zhao, we want to do business with you."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at him as if he were a fool: "I'm leaving, what kind of business do you want to do with me?"

The white man said sheepishly: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Smith Wayne. I know you are leaving, but your wisdom and wealth remain in the United States."

Legend has it that Zhao Chuanxin has the ability to turn stone into gold. With his guidance, anyone can get rich quickly.

Thomas W. Lawson and Jesse Livermore are prime examples.

They were somewhat famous before, but not popular.

After following Zhao Chuanxin on Wall Street twice, both of them now have their noses in the air.

Just now, Zhao Chuanxin said that he would set up a business consulting office. Smith Wayne felt that this was really a waste of money. Good things should be treasured. How could they be shared for free?

"It's too early to say now." Zhao Chuanxin said mysteriously: "No matter what you do, accumulate wealth first. By 1912, if you can still remember what I said today, I will tell you the next trend. If it comes When you have capital, you will get rich."

The First World War began in July 1914, and it was not too late to make arrangements in 1912.

But Zhao Chuanxin did not expect the consequences of today's words.

Seeing what Smith Wayne wanted to say, Zhao Chuanxin glared: "Don't talk nonsense. Contact me when the time comes."

Smith Wayne dared not speak.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin getting angry, the reporters were submissive and did not dare to step forward.

If they interview a dog, they will be kicked if they disobey; if they interview a tiger, if they disobey, the tiger will eat them.

Who will listen or not depends on the interviewee.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to them: "Are all the reputable newspapers in New York here?"

"Mr. Zhao, I am a reporter from The Sun."

"I'm The New York Times."

"I am……"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Since everyone is here, follow me into the manor and hold a press conference today."

Benjamin Goldberg asked: "Master, aren't we going to study RPG?"

They brought back a lot of materials from their own workshop.

"We'll talk about that later."

Zhao Chuanxin was not in a hurry. The journey was long. On this return trip, he had to load a lot of things and directly hire a ship, which would take a lot of time.

"The Sun" reporter said: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Charles Anderson Dana. Who is this kid to you?"

Zhao Chuanxin had never heard of this person. He didn't know that he was the director of the urban news department of "The Sun" and said, "My great disciple."

He didn't give his name. Benjamin Goldberg still has a long way to go. It's best for him to keep a low profile and not put his own brand on him. He may also be a killer in the future.

"What is an RPG?"

"Oh, it's a spell."

Charles Anderson Dan took notes as he walked, and then asked: "Mr. Zhao, do you really know magic? Can you demonstrate it to us?"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped: "Okay. Now, I turn around and ask you to raise any hand between your forehead and eyebrows, where is the pineal gland of the human brain. Focus your attention on this hand Come on, I will turn around later and I will know which hand you are raising."

After a few seconds, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, let it go."

He turned around and looked at Charles Anderson Dana's left hand: "That's the one."

Charles Anderson Dana was shocked: "Mr. Zhao, how do you know this?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded his head: "I connected your pineal gland with my thoughts. This is a spell."

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes were piercing, and he whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, his hand is obviously paler. I think it's because he can't draw blood when he raises his hand, because even the blood vessels on the back of his hand have disappeared."

"Bold villain, don't make trouble unreasonably, shut up immediately."

If the apprentice is too smart, the master will always be disgraced.

"..."

The reception room of the manor is large and luxurious.

Charles Anderson Dana asked: "Mr. Zhao, can I take a photo of you using this as the background?"

"You can take pictures here." Zhao Chuanxin said, "But at most I can only take pictures of the back."

Edward Townsend, a reporter from the New York Daily News, said excitedly: "Mr. Zhao, we have met once before. Do you remember?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him and was a little impressed.

At that time, he fought with the New York police, and the two ran side by side.

This guy is very brave.

"Oh, remember you, you are suitable to be a war reporter."

"..." Edward Townsend sneered: "Mr. Zhao was joking. That was the most courageous time I've ever had. Mr. Zhao, you are very handsome, why don't you take a photo? Are you worried that someone will do something bad to you?"

"It's a well-known fact that I'm handsome. Does it need to be emphasized?" Zhao Chuanxin said nonchalantly: "I'm just worried that if the photo is published in the newspaper, the older girl and younger daughter-in-law will be haunted and unable to sleep at night."

"..."

Charles Anderson Dana raised a keen topic: "Mr. Zhao, you scuttled the Minnesota and shot hundreds of sailors. I heard that you also killed several policemen at the train station. Many people scolded you. You, what do you think of this?"

"The world is round." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "Profits and losses come from the same source. You only saw people scolding me, why didn't you see anyone praising me? For example, those Chinese outside the gate just now. Besides, they have a long mouth. You can scold others as you like, as long as you don't face them in front of me, otherwise I will empty the magazine in minutes."

"..."

This metaphor is very vivid.

Upon hearing about the magazine, Edward Townsend asked: "Mr. Zhao, what weapons did you use when fighting? Why have I never heard of it before?"

"That's called a magic weapon, used for physical transcendence." Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the soot: "How ugly is the weapon?"

Edward Townsend certainly didn't believe it.

It was clearly a gun that could fire repeatedly.

According to the news from the surviving navy, Zhao Chuanxin still has a rifle that can fire intermittently, and can also switch to fully automatic fire, just like Maxim.

This is probably the most advanced weapon in the world right now, right?

It's a pity that Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want to say more.

Charles Anderson Dana was always very tricky when asking questions: "Mr. Zhao, I attended a salon of a group of intellectuals last night. They said you were small, low-minded, and vulgar. You seemed to stand up for your compatriots. In fact, it’s more like seeking personal revenge.”

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: "I will give you a definition of these people - poor people with high cognition.

Gentle, courteous and thrifty, good times and beautiful scenery are enjoyable. Yes, I, Zhao Chuanxin, possess the five virtues and four beauties! "

In the 21st century, more anger will emerge like dog urine after a rain of anger.

If you don’t learn some survival skills, you will read fragmented information every day, without any basic understanding, and you will only use the half-understood knowledge that others have chewed on to make yourself look embarrassed.

The marketing account is their biggest power engine.

Zhao Chuanxin is not opposed to reading books, reading newspapers, watching videos, playing games and bragging, but he is opposed to using one-sided knowledge to point out the country. He even likes to give people instructions and online, and he can talk about dancing and other things, so he just asks You know a lot, but you can easily teach your children bad things. If your children watch these things every day, they will grow crooked without having to teach them bad things. Because even the values ​​​​of adults will become distorted if they read too much fragmented information. The set of values ​​​​that antagonize men and women has led to countless singles in society. Regardless of other people's dancing, it is better to let these distorted values ​​​​disappear, so that no matter how much children watch the dance, at least it will not distort their hearts.

He admires the thinking model of Charlie Munger, Buffett's later partner.

At least delve into several fields systematically and build your own cognitive model, and then you can talk about it. Otherwise, you are just a mountain cannon carrying a hammer. You think you are awesome, but in fact everything you see is a nail.

And more mountain cannons carrying hammers will recognize the views of such mountain cannons, causing many empty-handed people to rush around to find hammers and join in. This is the most terrifying thing.

The difficulty of obtaining knowledge and information has been infinitely reduced. The bigger problem is the excessive desire for expression. You can be dissatisfied, but don't follow the trend casually. There has been an era of going online, and some people unknowingly want to repeat the same mistakes.

At this time, Miao Cuihua brought coffee and tea.

Coffee is for others, tea is for Zhao Chuanxian.

Zhao Chuanxin likes to drink cheap jasmine tea.

Edward Townsend sniffed. The unique aroma wafted from Zhao Chuanxin's teacup.

He looked at the coffee in his hand. The coffee from Ethiopia suddenly lost its aroma.

"Um, pretty lady, can you bring me a cup of Mr. Zhao's tea?"

Miao Cuihua nodded towards the servant.

After giving the instructions, Miao Cuihua found a seat next to Benjamin Goldberg behind Zhao Chuanxin and listened with interest.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It just so happens that you are all here today, I have something important to say.

I think the atmosphere in New York is very bad, and the biggest problem is discrimination.

I'm leaving New York in a few days, and before I leave, I want to change a few things. "

Charles Anderson Dana's eyes suddenly lit up.

I'm just afraid that Zhao Chuanxin won't cause trouble.

He hurriedly asked: "Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"

Zhao Chuanxin tapped the walnut table with his fingers: "Discrimination, and the discriminators themselves, must be eliminated within these ten days!"

The New York Times reporter asked confusedly: "Mr. Zhao, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Everyone started thinking.

I blanch...

Combining Zhao Chuanxin's character and violent methods, everyone finally understood.

Either stop discriminating, or all the discriminators will die!

New York has a population of three to four million, with a high proportion of white people.

If discriminators account for 80%, then Zhao Chuanxin wants to massacre two million people?

Among the reporters present, it was difficult to say that there were no discriminators, and their faces suddenly became frightened.

Even if he kills day and night.

How many people can he kill in ten days?

Zhao Chuanxin was actually bragging.

But the problem is that he brags so much that others have to believe it.

And newspapers helped fuel the fire.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, moved his neck, took out the ax and chopped it into the tea table with a "duh" sound: "The man is in the killing arena, as brave as a bear and as brave as a wolf. He kills a person in ten steps, without stopping, without stopping. . Kill, kill all the discriminatory dogs. There are still remnants of the Southern Front. I heard there are KuKluxKlan and various other supremacist organizations. Let’s start with them! If any of you join them, I advise you to quit before tonight!"

The reporters were in an uproar!

I'm sorry, something big is going to happen!