The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In order not to go around in circles, Zhao Chuanxin went to Xinghui Catering Company from North Tarrytown.

Jean Bourne, the clerk who knew tailoring that Zhao Chuanxin met in the store that day, was sitting in the corner of the reception room with a bruised nose and face, like a doormat.

There are other franchisees who come here to discuss business in the reception room.

Abraham Cohen was chatting animatedly with several staff members and franchisees.

Now that the food truck business is booming, Abraham Cohen took it upon himself to raise the franchise fee.

Because Zhao Chuanxin said that the monopoly can only last for one year at most. After this year, the door will be opened.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith decided to make a lot of money in one year and upgrade the company next year. By then, the market will become involution, and whether they can survive will be left to fate.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the company, Abraham Cohen wanted to leave the franchisees to welcome Zhao Chuanxin, but he waved his hand to stop him.

Formalism is not necessary, making money is the most important thing.

He went straight to Jean Bourne.

When Jean Bourne saw Zhao Chuanxin, he stood up aggrievedly: "They beat me..."

"Damn it, let me tell you to be mean." Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him face.

"..."

Jean Bourne picked up the oversized suitcase on the ground: "I decided to go with you."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't waste any time and walked outside first.

Jean Byrne looked at Abraham Cohen cautiously, and seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him, he followed suit and went out.

"Give me the box." Zhao Chuanxin reached out to Jean Bourne.

He handed over the box.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin picked it up, the box disappeared.

Jean Bourne was surprised: "Where did you hide my luggage?"

Zhao Chuanxin answered the question differently: "Is your name Jean Bourne?"

"yes."

Jean Byrne.

Jean Bern.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "When you go to China, you have to give yourself a Chinese name, so that you can eat well. Based on the pronunciation of your name, I will give you a name, just Jiang Bo."

After hearing this, Jean Bourne felt that it was indeed a bit like it, so that when others called him, he would not be rude by not responding.

He shrugged: "It's all up to you. But where did you put my box? It contains all my belongings. I will rely on these belongings to make a comeback."

"Haha, salted fish turning over? I think you are about to stick to the pan." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you can turn over depends not on your possessions, but whether you choose a non-stick pan."

Jiang Bo scratched his head, not quite understanding.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the station to buy a ticket.

"Here are two tickets for the front row of the carriage." Zhao Chuanxin slapped the money on the table.

The conductor looked at them.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "What? You don't want to sell me a ticket for the first car because I'm Chinese?"

The conductor's expression changed drastically: "No, no, it's for sale."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Why don't you hurry up?"

Jiang Bo coughed and whispered: "You still call me a bitch?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether he is a bitch or not depends on his strength. If he dares not to sell me a ticket because I am Chinese, I will let him die here today instead of exposing his empty holster to scare people."

"Just brag." Jiang Bo didn't believe it.

Until now, he didn't even know Zhao Chuanxin's identity or his name.

This guy is also a weirdo. Without knowing the details, he dared to come to Zhao to pass on his salary and even went to Asia with him.

Maybe his white identity gave him confidence, or maybe he was desperate and decided to give it a try.

When the tram came, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the front seat on the tram was still empty, so he squeezed a white man next to him and got on the tram with long legs, muttering: "Why the hell are you squeezing? Hurry up." Are you going to reincarnate?"

Jiang Bo: "..."

After Zhao Chuanxin got in the car, his buttocks stuck to the front seat.

The legs are spread wide, and one person occupies two positions.

A white man saw this and said, "Please let me sit here."

Zhao Chuanxin sat upright and said: "Stay back a little, I have a big butt, so I have to sit like this."

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "What are you? Believe it or not, I will go to Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to beat you to death? How dare you discriminate against Chinese people?"

When the white man heard this, he shrank his neck and went to the back row obediently.

Apparently they had heard about Zhao Chuanxin's killing spree.

Jiang Bo stood next to Zhao Chuanxin and said speechlessly: "Thank you for taking up your seat for me. Now you can give it to me."

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate to offend others just to gain a position for him, which was quite touching.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking too much? I'm not here to occupy your fucking position. Get behind me."

Jiang Bo opened his mouth: "Fake, I have never seen such an arrogant person."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Well, you saw it today."

Many people think quality is very important in foreign countries.

To be honest, if you are strong enough, what about your quality? If you have low self-esteem and get into trouble, your own people will start to fight among themselves.

Do all foreign countries care about quality?

Will there be discrimination based on quality?

Not long after sitting, Zhao Chuanxin took Jiang Bo out of the car.

Morgan House, 219 Madison Avenue, Manhattan.

This is the most famous mansion in New York, located in a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, covering an area of ​​11 acres.

The house is in retro style, with red walls and black tiles, and three floors.

Jiang Bo looked at the imposing door and the majestic-looking bodyguards who were obviously equipped with weapons, and flinched: "Whose house is this? What are we doing here?"

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips and said, "You're just a bully and afraid of the strong when it comes to feelings, right?"

When I meet someone who is obviously rich and powerful, I immediately become intimidated.

Jiang Bo frowned: "Am I afraid? Ha, what am I afraid of? What does this mean? I think back then..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance and walked straight towards the door.

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing?"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to push Zhao Chuanxin's chest.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the bodyguard's arm, but he didn't see how hard he was. The bodyguard dwarfed and his arm made a "Gahba" sound.

It's not broken, just twisted.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next time you dare to stretch out your claws, I will fucking break them off for you!

Go and tell old Morgan that I am here to pay him back on behalf of Nikola Tesla and ask him to come out to greet me. "

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the bodyguard away.

The bodyguard looked ugly and shook his sore joints, gritting his teeth and staring at Zhao Chuanxin, but he still hurried back to report.

Jiang Bo then caught up from behind and said, "Hmph, it's a good thing he walked fast, otherwise I would have wanted him to look good."

"Oh, I'm convinced of that."

"..."

Not long after, J.P. Morgan came menacingly with his bodyguards and several servants armed with shotguns.

Jiang Bo, who was behind Zhao Chuanxin, had a stiff expression on his face and couldn't help but take two steps back, ready to run away.

They are armed with live ammunition.

Old Morgan might be too old to see Zhao Chuanxin clearly from such a distance.

He didn't talk much, he just walked with a cold face.

But when he got closer, he wanted to say a few tough words, but after seeing clearly that the person coming was Zhao Chuanxin, his old face looked like a civilized iceberg: "Mr. Zhao?"

Jiang Bo was stunned and blurted out: "Isn't this J.P. Morgan?"

Old Morgan was often in the newspapers.

J.P. Morgan ignored him at all and just stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Facing a group of gun-wielding men, Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid, walked into the courtyard with his head held high, and casually nodded to J.P. Morgan.

J.P. Morgan was not annoyed and extended his hand: "Welcome to my house as a guest. Let me do my duty as a landlord today."

The bodyguard couldn't believe it.

The Asian young man in front of him was so arrogant and rude, but old Morgan treated him with courtesy.

It's incredible.

However, it was Jiang Bo who felt even more shocked.

Damn it, he actually recognizes J.P. Morgan?

This is the top rich man in the United States, an old guy who would shock even Wall Street when he stomps his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the muzzle of a servant's shotgun, although it was tilted, was somewhat pointing towards him, so he pointed at the man: "If you dare to point the muzzle at me again, I will beat you to pieces." Your head.”

J.P. Morgan's face darkened: "Why don't you put your gun away quickly? Come back here."

Why don't you want to live anymore?

Zhao Chuanxin must not be given the opportunity to massacre the Morgan mansion.

Jiang Bo was stunned.

Why do you feel that J.P. Morgan is afraid of this person?

The servant hurriedly ran back with his gun on his back.

It seems that old Morgan is quite prestigious.

Zhao Chuanxin then said to him: "Today is mainly about paying back the money to Nikola Tesla."

J.P. Morgan had heard from the bodyguard before, but when he found out that it was Zhao who passed the salary, he wondered: "Mr. Zhao has a relationship with him?"

"Oh, he is actually my half-brother."

"..." J.P. Morgan opened his mouth but said nothing.

The total area of ​​the Morgan mansion is naturally not as large as Zhao Chuanxin's Ethan Manor. After all, Ethan Manor also covers a mountain.

However, the building area of ​​the Morgan mansion is larger than the villa in Ethan Manor, almost 2,600 square meters.

The villa in Yisen Manor is very modern, the style that Zhao Chuanxin likes.

The Morgan Mansion is similar to some old houses in China. It is quaint and has many inconspicuous details, such as an owl carved on the small arched window.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.

The windows are all made of glazed glass, the walls have signs of repairs, and the pillars can be seen to have been painted repeatedly.

Entering the villa, carpets, curtains, wallpapers, frame carvings, wooden reliefs, all details are exquisite.

Even in the corner under the stairs, there is a unique space with two staggered sofas.

Zhao Chuanxin seemed to have seen this arrangement somewhere. If two lovers were sitting, their front faces would be staggered, and then they could kiss each other sideways.

J.P. Morgan introduced them all the way and took them to the study.

The study room is large and there are many chairs in it.

It seems that J.P. Morgan often met with many guests here at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down unceremoniously and said to the butler: "Go get the cigar and bring me a cup of jasmine tea. If you don't have it, black tea."

J.P. Morgan hastened to add: "Want the best."

The butler bowed and left.

Jiang Bo entered the mansion for the first time, and Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. Everything she saw was strange.

The luxury here made him gasp.

This guy was very timid, but seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was mainly a guest, he also sat down imitating him, and deliberately crossed his legs.

Zhao Chuanxin casually slapped the $30,000 on the table: "I sold pots and sold iron to get enough $30,000 to help my useless brother return the money to you. My life is really miserable."

Jiang Bo's eyes nearly popped out when he saw 15 piles of colorful banknotes.

He had never seen so much money in his life.

"..." J.P. Morgan said: "Mr. Zhao, I want to ask first, are you interested in Wardenclyffe Tower or Nikola Tesla?"