The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

John Rockefeller Jr. frowned: "What are you doing?"

My cousin whispered: "That's Zhao Chuanxin, don't act rashly, otherwise you will die miserably. You never want to experience his methods."

John Rockefeller Jr. turned pale.

All of Zhao Chuanxin's enemies felt like they had a ray of light on their backs, and they all felt that Zhao Chuanxin was here to look for them.

Zhao Chuanxin and Shi Shiran came to the middle table.

He placed the bloody ax on the dining table and snapped his fingers.

The lobby manager came over tremblingly: "Sir, how can I serve you?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette.

The lobby manager hurriedly ordered it.

Zhao Chuanxin blew out smoke rings and said, "Do you have the final say here?"

The lobby manager immediately shook his head: "Sir, I'm just the manager. What I say doesn't count. It really doesn't count..."

He began to push the envelope.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the corner: "That place is specially set up for non-white people, right?"

The lobby manager's lips trembled: "Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin said gently: "Withdraw it. From now on, we must not treat each race differently. Do you understand?"

All the diners are watching every move here.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Chuanxin's attitude was too good, and there were so many important people present, the lobby manager regained some confidence: "Sir, this is not allowed, otherwise no distinguished guests will come."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin fell out immediately and suddenly picked up the ax beside him.

The hand was raised, the ax fell, and another lobby manager was taken away.

Many Wall Streeters recognize Zhao Chuanxin.

There were even traders recruited by Thomas W. Lawson.

They had never seen such a violent side of Zhao Chuanxin, extremely moody.

There were exclamations in the restaurant.

The lobby manager's blood happened to spatter John Rockefick Jr.'s table.

John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s chair creaked violently, and he almost seemed to be knocked over.

The bodyguard next to him pressed the wheel on his waist, ready for action at any time.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the ax cleanly on the lobby manager and snapped his fingers at the next waiter.

I blanch...the waiter's crotch got wet!

His legs were as soft as noodles, and he almost dragged his legs: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

His teeth chattered so hard that he could hardly speak.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I'm a big man, but I peed my pants. Isn't it embarrassing?"

waiter:"……"

He had completely forgotten his shame.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tell the person in charge here to demolish that place and not treat different races differently. Otherwise, I will chop him up next time. My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

The waiter's legs finally couldn't support him anymore and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "Now, climb to the back kitchen and let another waiter come over to serve you."

"Yes Yes……"

This waiter is really crawling.

After a while, the waiter did not come, but a girl wearing an apron came.

He is young, probably only 17 or 18 years old. He is very lithe, with extremely white skin and big, twinkling eyes.

She looked at the corpse on the ground and walked around it with a scared look, but she had more backbone than the man.

She said crisply: "Sir, you can order now."

Delmonico's was the first sit down restaurant in the United States and the first restaurant with a menu.

This is one of the reasons for its fame.

After all, upper-class people usually like this kind of taste with a long history.

Zhao Chuanxin has been here before, so he knows what to eat.

He said: "Classic cookies, please remove the gold dust, they are fools who swallow the gold."

Jinsha is 24K gold, real gold, and is known as edible 24K gold.

“Eggs Benedict, grilled Alaska, French chicken béchamel, lobster Newburgh for five, your signature 18-hour-baked bacon, black truffle and fig mustard sandwich for three, steak for three , No need for drinks, you have smoothies at home, right? Give me one."

The little girl remembered it, raised her head and asked, "Is there anything else, sir?"

"Also, remember, he will pay for this meal."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to John Rockefeller Jr. next to him.

John Rockefeller Jr. was like a student who didn't want to be called upon by the teacher in class.

He opened his mouth in shock, unable to control the fear deep in his heart.

This was the first time that he and Zhao Chuanxin faced each other face to face.

Before, it was all a secret game.

But he didn't dare to say a word.

My cousin couldn't pretend to be dead now, so he sneered: "The leader."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes suddenly widened: "Ah, isn't this my cousin? It's been a long time since I last saw you. When did you get out of prison?"

With that said, he stood up and walked towards his cousin.

My cousin's body suddenly froze: "I, I..."

That's what it means to be a thief with a guilty conscience.

Speaking of which, whether the Rockefeller family fell or not had something to do with Zhao Chuanxin, but not much.

Without their oil company to invest in, Zhao Chuanxian invested in Shell Oil thanks to Wilhelmina's relationship.

Therefore, Andrew Miller, the witness, was exposed by his cousin, resulting in a lawsuit that is indecisive until now. This did not have much impact on Zhao Chuanxin.

But after all, the Rockefeller family is also Zhao Chuanxin's opponent.

My cousin was so bold that he surrendered to the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his cousin's shoulders from behind with both hands and said with a smile: "Cousin, have you ever heard of a saying - if you don't seek death, you won't die."

My cousin's soul was so haunted that he hurriedly said: "Leader, listen to my explanation. This is all Abraham's fault. Who allowed him to take away what belongs to me..."

"Take what's yours?" Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "You damn belong to our Chamber Pot Cult, and Abraham also works for me. Why do you think it's yours?"

My cousin's heartbeat was racing, and he hurriedly said: "Master, I am now the chief safety officer of Standard Oil, you can't hurt me!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at John Rockefeller Jr.: "Haha, so he is working for you now, right? Is your body strong? Is the old guy not dead yet?"

There was an uproar in the restaurant.

Many people recognize John Rockefeller Jr.

Isn’t he the old John Rockefeller?

Just ignore it at all, okay?

John Rockefeller Jr. was originally calmer than his cousin, but at this time, his face suddenly turned red.

He respects his father very much.

That's a legend.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Zhao, our dispute is just a business one, please don't involve personal attacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade of an ax was pressed against the main artery in John Rockefeller's neck.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I am not just your child, right? If you are gone, who will he let take over?"

John Rockefeller Jr. turned his neck with difficulty, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably: "Mr. Zhao, we have something to discuss."

"Is it really easy to negotiate?"

"Really, absolutely true."

"Okay, let me buy a stake in Standard Oil."

"this……"

"Drawing it up, I hate it when people lie to me." Zhao Chuanxin raised his axe.

At this time, the two bodyguards next to them finally couldn't hold it any longer and suddenly drew their guns.

Everyone in the restaurant was holding their breath at the same time, as if waiting to witness history.

That is, at a distance of three meters, the smart gyroscope easily senses danger and vibrates to remind Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed over, and the Phoenix Xuan Ring - boomed.

The two bodyguards flew out.

Zhao Chuanxin drew out the elf carving knife and swept it across.

The two bodyguards were immediately divided into four parts.

The scene was extremely tragic.

"vomit……"

There was a sound of vomiting.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the elf carving knife and came forward with an ax in his hand: "Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young again!"

John Rockefeller Jr. was so frightened that he peed: "I promise, I agree, and I guarantee that my father will also agree..."

Zhao Chuanxin paused and grinned: "It's very interesting, I'll pay you one million US dollars for two million US dollars of shares."

"Okay, okay, I agree!"

Zhao Chuanxin's body trembled, and he pointed in a circle with his ax: "Did you see it? No one will say that Rockefeller is stingy in the future. I, Zhao Chuanxin, will be the first to disagree."

John Rockefeller Jr. said bitterly: "Mr. Zhao, can I leave?"

Zhao Chuanxin put away his axe: "We don't need to sign an agreement. After all, when I cooperate with others, I, Zhao Chuanxin, usually have a bright mouth and white teeth."

"No, no need."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, very satisfied: "In that case, everyone here will accompany me to finish the meal before leaving."

Who dares to say no?

At this time, the food started to be served.

No one else dared to come out of the kitchen, but the little girl tried her best to hold back her nausea and brought out the dishes.

She placed the smoothie in front of Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Sir, I mixed the platycodon root drink with the smoothie on my own initiative. I hope you won't blame me. I think it tastes good."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Little girl, women are not inferior to men. If you want to change your job, you can go to Lawson Trust Company on Wall Street to find Jesse Livermore. I think you are better than the men here!" "

Not to mention now, even in the 21st century, it is difficult for women to survive in the kitchen.

It can be seen that this little girl is indeed courageous.

In these turbulent times, anyone with courage can come forward.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Even some Wall Streeters next to me were jealous.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is cruel, he is also the God of Wealth.

If you can get his favor, it will be difficult for you not to have a successful career.

At this time, Fritz Heinze came over: "Mr. Zhao, can I sit here?"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said nonchalantly.

Fritz Heinze said: "During this period, I developed the habit of reading newspapers. I read all newspapers. I understand what Mr. Zhao wants, and I think this is a good thing. But Mr. Zhao is not efficient in doing so. Gao, not everyone has time to read the newspaper. How about I help Mr. Zhao?"

No one knew that Fritz Heinze had made a small fortune during this time.

Ever since the tragic defeat, experiencing labor pains, and discovering Zhao Chuanxin's secrets, he suddenly became sensitive to information.

He was immersed in various piles of information every day and could not extricate himself. He actually picked out several high-quality stocks and made rapid progress after the crisis.

Fritz Heinze was shocked.

He is no longer the reckless man who thought that just because he had money, his strength would work wonders.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him unexpectedly: "Okay, then I owe you another favor."

Therefore, every man will make mistakes, and these mistakes are inevitable even if there are lessons learned from the past.

Maturity comes from experience.

Zhao Chuanxin feasted happily, and the smell of blood did not affect his appetite at all, which made everyone feel ashamed.

He had to eat quickly, and later he would go to the store to buy gifts. If it was too late, they would be closed.