The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Leaving Broadway, shopping is next.

Zhao Chuanxin himself didn't realize that all his routes avoided Avenue A.

There is a food truck there, which is known as the star of New York food trucks. The operator is a tall and beautiful woman.

Miao Cuihua opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at the elevated tram on Ninth Avenue, and said curiously: "I want to try that kind of car. It looks like a train, but there is no soot. It's boring to always ride in a carriage."

Zhao Chuanxin rang the bell immediately, paid the fare, and took Miao Cuihua and Ganfan to the station.

I bought a ticket, but when I was about to get on the bus, the station staff pointed to the last car and said, "That car you take, sit in the last row."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the front of the car: "Assign me that section, and I want a front position."

The staff shrugged: "Sorry, you can't sit there."

Miao Cuihua's mood was like a roller coaster.

She was angry before entering the theater, and Zhao Chuanxin relieved her. After booking the theater, she felt pretty good.

Now even if I can take a tram, I still have to face discrimination.

Miao Cuihua felt sad.

She feels that this country, no matter how developed it is, is not worthy of the nostalgia of its people.

Not everyone is like Zhao Chuanxin, who vents his anger on the spot and avenges his hatred on the spot.

Frost Blade has never tried it, so I ask how can there be any injustice?

Always do it!

Miao Cuihua said in frustration: "Fortunately, we are leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her frustration and asked the staff member with a smile: "Why can't we sit there?"

This kind of smile fits the staff's stereotype of Asians.

Think of subtlety as eccentricity and gentleness as weakness.

He said indifferently: "You yellow people should sit in the last row of the last carriage."

The first-class carriage of a train is the last carriage, but the first-class carriage of a tram is the first carriage.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Don't think about it anymore? I'll give you five seconds to think about it again."

"Don't think about it." The staff member was impatient and said with his nostrils raised in the air: "These are the rules. This is not a place where you can act wild."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin nodded and took out the ax.

Duh!

Staff: "Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his broken arm and asked with a smile: "Can we sit down now?"

Passengers waiting for the tram were stunned.

As usual, come on and scream.

Miao Cuihua suddenly felt sick when she heard the screams, which were fierce and then filled with panic and weakness.

This group of people gave her a very disgusting feeling.

But think about it, isn’t the Qing court just another kind of disgusting person?

Why are there no levels?

But even if there are levels, it's different from here.

At least you won't suffer discrimination so commonly on weekdays.

After the staff got over the initial severe pain, they called for help: "Please help call the police and catch this murderer."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Go ahead and tell the police that my name is Zhao Chuanxin."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin gradually got used to those eyes.

He stood calmly with a smile on his face.

He wiped the ax blade clean on the staff and put it away.

The tram is coming.

Some passengers who were about to get off the bus were too frightened to get off when they saw the staff member with a broken arm and the blood on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Miao Cuihua: "Let's go, Sister Hua."

Gan rice jumped into the car flexibly.

Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the front of the car and took the front seat.

Although the passengers did not dare to get out of the car, they did not know that Zhao Chuanxin was the murderer.

According to normal thinking, people will leave the scene quickly after committing a crime.

Although the station is scary, some people can't help but accuse: "Hey, who told you to sit here?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Do you have any objections?"

"Yes, this is not a place for you to sit. Go to the back compartment..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin threw out his axe.

The words stopped.

The tram has already started moving. This is not a train going to the kindergarten. It is too late to get off.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, stepped on the corpse, and pulled out the ax: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin. I dare to be angry and can fight. Wherever I am, there must be no discrimination against dogs.

Those who are not convinced can stand up and try! "

As expected, no one dared to challenge.

One by one, they retreated to the end and huddled in the back row, shivering.

Although the tram is narrow, the windows are connected and the interior is transparent.

Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigar, crossed his legs, and pointed at the person behind him: "See, Sister Hua, these are white people. The Anglo-Saxon race is the most shameless and cowardly race. The bastards are boiled. , if you don’t give them some color, they will turn upside down. In ancient times, there were Arati, the whip of God, the Yelu Dashi of Khitan, and Temujin, the bo’er of Mongolia. Now I, Zhao Chuanxin from outside the Guan Dynasty, come to teach them how to behave well. Be human.”

Someone behind could not help but argue: "But we represent civilization."

It was as if his pride as a white man did not allow him to bow his head.

Forcibly massaging the head of a cow without drinking water is Zhao Chuanxin's specialty.

Not knowing who gave him the courage, Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You represent a few things, but you can't represent anything. What is civilization? Is it discrimination?"

"That's part of civilization, you can't deny that."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the electric ball condensed in his palm.

He bared his teeth and said, "I understand what you mean. Civilization means whoever has the biggest fist is the class representative, right? Now I, Zhao Chuanxin, announce that I have the biggest fist in New York."

The ball lightning reflected in the man's eyes grew larger and larger, until the lightning struck him.

Zhao Chuanxin can now control the power of Thor's hammer. Not only can he control the shape of lightning, but he can also control the strength of the power.

He found that for different distances and different targets, ball lightning does not have to be turned on to the maximum if you want to achieve success.

Zila... The man's chest was burnt.

But it didn't affect anyone else.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the crowd of passengers: "Does anyone still want to speak loudly about discrimination? I, Zhao Chuanxin, teach you tirelessly and specialize in teaching you how to behave."

nobody.

The tram driver turned back frequently.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him, and he quickly turned his head.

Miao Cuihua looked out the car window and said: "In the Tang Dynasty, all these people were willing to go to Chang'an to be a dog, rather than to be a rebel elsewhere. Now, they are arrogant, high above, overlooking all living beings. Could it be that these high-rise buildings and trams are their source of confidence? Really? I really can’t understand it.”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

In China, everyone used to be miserable, and no one looked down on anyone.

But when some areas develop, their nostrils will turn upward.

The tram arrived in the Long Island area.

The two got out of the car.

The two got off the bus, and all the passengers were relieved.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let's go, I want to buy some gifts for Jiang Mingxin, Zhao Hongzhi and Defu. There are so many snot babies that I don't know what to buy."

The stationery store he went to first.

I went to four stores in a row to collect 239 pens.

Then I went to a musical instrument store and bought several violins and guitars at high prices. When I left, I bought a piano in the corner of the musical instrument store for zero yuan.

It's not that Zhao Chuanxin is stingy, it's just that the price of a good piano is too high, costing more than 1,700 US dollars.

The piano had been gathering dust for a long time, so Zhao Chuanxin thought it would be a good idea to help his boss free up space.

So, when leaving the musical instrument store, the curly-haired boss smiled with a smile on his old face: "Thank you for your business. Goodbye, distinguished guest."

Zhao Chuanxin quickly said politely: "No, I should thank you, boss, you are a good person."

A piano was more expensive than all the musical instruments he bought combined. It was really unreasonable not to thank him.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin saw a car dealership.

He was not interested in cars at this time, but what surprised him was that there were several scooters at the door of the car dealership.

There is a large battery box placed on the pedal of the scooter. Looking at the 10-inch wheels, the structure is very delicate.

He was stunned and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Is this electric?"

The clerk first looked at the clothes of Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua, and roughly estimated that the two of them were worth a lot of money. Then he explained with a smile: "Yes, sir, you can see with your piercing eyes that it is electric. This is the latest researched electric machine." If you step on the cart, you can move forward using the lever on the handlebar."

Miao Cuihua couldn't understand it, but she didn't know how serious it was.

Zhao Chuanxin became interested: "Let me try. Is there electricity?"

He never expected that this thing would appear at this time.

You know, Zhao Chuanxian bought a self-balancing scooter many years ago. At that time, it was just emerging and everyone was bragging about high technology.

As a result, there were electric scooters in the early 20th century, which made him feel dumbfounded.

Stepping on it, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the brake-like lever, but the car didn't move.

The clerk hurriedly said: "Sir, you have to push it forward slightly so that the clutch can be engaged, otherwise it will idle."

Zhao Chuanxin was ashamed.

He pressed the handle and pushed forward, and sure enough, the scooter slid slowly.

The speed is very slow, which is the speed of ordinary people walking.

When turning, although the steering column is a bit heavy, it is also very stable.

Miao Cuihua looked amazed.

The dry rice dog's face was thoughtful.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to Miao Cui: "Sister Hua, come and try."

Miao Cuihua waved her hands: "I can't do it, I can't..."

"Even if it falls, with your skill, it won't be a problem."

Miao Cuihua was even more curious. She couldn't understand how such a small thing could move forward automatically.

Zhao Chuanxin taught her how to operate and even reached out to hold her waist.

The scooter started moving forward.

Zhao Chuanxin let go.

However, Miao Cuihua practiced balancing skills and was able to maintain balance in such complicated movements.

But when I got on the scooter, it started to sway and I couldn't control it.

The car was about to fall over, but Miao Cuihua didn't know how to jump off, and fell to the side together with the electric scooter.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Miao Cuihua got up from the ground and said angrily: "Why don't you support me?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and scratched his head: "I thought that with your sense of balance, you wouldn't fall. I didn't expect..."

What's so difficult about this?

If it were someone who had never practiced balancing, he probably wouldn't have fallen down, right?

Zhao Chuanxin encouraged: "How about you try again."

Miao Cuihua didn't believe it, so she stepped on it again.

Less than ten meters out, he fell again, but this time he was supported by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "Is it really that difficult... This car is not high, you can jump off before falling."

Miao Cuihua felt sweat on her forehead: "I have to pull this pole, move left and right, and push the clutch forward. I even forgot to jump."

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin said to the clerk: "This car is so short that it can make people fall over. That's good. Give me ten of them."

Miao Cuihua: "..."