The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Returned to North Tarrytown.

Jiang Bo felt a little disappointed when he saw that he had actually left New York City and headed towards the backcountry.

It seems that Zhao Chuanxin did not lie, and the 30,000 US dollars may have been obtained by selling iron and steel.

At least, in terms of financial resources, Zhao Chuanxian should not be at the level of old Morgan.

However, when the carriage just passed North Tarrytown and continued to move towards the desolate area, Jiang Bo finally couldn't help but asked: "Are we going to sleep in the wilderness?"

Zhao Chuanxin half-closed his eyes to rest and paid no attention to this nonsense.

Finally, the carriage arrived at Ethan Manor.

The overall scale of Ethan Manor is much grander than that of Morgan Mansion. The decoration inside looks very fashionable and has a refreshing feeling.

Jiang Bo opened his mouth in astonishment: "Whose home is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes: "Mine."

As he said that, he took out the money and threw it to the driver: "A tip for you."

The driver hurriedly said: "No sir, Mr. Morgan will pay my salary."

Zhao Chuanxin left without looking back.

The coachman looked at it and was dumbfounded: Good guy, ten cents, how about sending the beggar away?

Zhao Chuanxin saw Nikola Tesla sitting by the garden, chatting with Benjamin Goldberg.

The two danced and talked with each other.

The old monk sitting beside him seemed to be in trance, as if he was listening to an expert debating scriptures.

Jiang Bo was surprised and said: "Hey, that dog is very understanding of human nature."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back: "I think you are quite humane."

"..."

What the two men were arguing about seemed to be whether the ether existed.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Nicholas, first of all, we are not sure whether the aether exists, right? Then if you use this as a theory to build that kind of aircraft, you are doomed to fail."

Nikola Tesla was unconvinced: "Without recognizing the existence of aether and the indispensable role it plays in the world of phenomena, all attempts to explain the workings of the universe are useless. See, I'm perfecting it in my mind The details of it, as long as the funds are sufficient, I will make it available in a short time.”

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted them: "Nicola, I have solved the problem of Wardenclyffe Tower and your debt is gone. Do you want to stay in New York or go to China with me?"

Nikola Tesla said angrily: "I want to stay in New York now. I want to prove the existence of ether. I want to build an anti-gravity aircraft and let your apprentice know that he is wrong."

Benjamin Goldberg curled his lips disdainfully.

Zhao Chuanxin was willing to give up money, but he was reluctant to part with his Thor's hammer.

I would like to come back, but if Nikola Tesla really invents the "mobile phone", it will be of greater significance to the next era.

He said: "I will leave tomorrow. Do you really not want to consider going with me?"

Nicola Sterling hesitated: "I need a lot of experimental equipment, which is not available in backward Asia."

"It can be shipped."

"But, what about electricity? What about the laboratory? You have to prepare these for me so that I can start my work, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it too.

If this person's head is left idle for three or two years, it will be a huge waste.

But he had to say something ugly beforehand: "Nicholas, I will assign bodyguards to you, not only to protect you, but also to protect your experimental results. Don't leak them, let alone register a patent. I don't need to earn patent fees. Do you understand?"

Nicola Sterling was helpless: "I know."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the manor again: "If you are tired and want to rest, you can come here and there will always be a room reserved for you."

Benjamin Goldberg shrugged: "Nicholas, it's your loss if you don't follow my master. With my master at the helm, our ideas can quickly become reality. We are born with limits, and for you and me, Time is precious to people.”

Nicholas Stella vowed: "Don't worry about this, I will live to be one hundred and fifty years old."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Scientists are good, they can brag as much as they want."

He knew that this man lived to be 86 years old.

It’s considered an advanced age, but it’s still far from 150 years old.

On the other hand, Zhao Chuanxin should have no problem living to 150 years old.

Nikola Tesla said: "I will live to be 150 years old. Just watch. When I am 80 years old, I will still be full of energy."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Yes, I believe this."

Historically, Nikola Tesla was still energetic even at the age of 80.

Zhao Chuanxin's reaction to his bold words did not satisfy Nikola Tesla.

He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: "On the contrary, if you eat too much and indulge in excessive sexual activities, your life span will continue to decrease. Be careful that you will become weak and weak when you are old..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up to the sky and sighed: "The saddest thing in life is that money is gone while people are still alive. You are lucky to have met me, so you will not be poor."

Jiang Bo's eyes lit up: "This is a great thing to say!

You also need to raise a son to protect yourself from old age. "

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Raising children does not prevent old age, only having money can prevent old age!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin thought of Kang Youwei. Most of the capital he had accumulated for many years through deception and abduction was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

Leave some foundation for him, wait for this business wizard to make a comeback, and then cut him a wave of leeks while he can still make money. It feels very beautiful just thinking about it.

at night.

Miao Cuihua saw Zhao Chuanxin bringing a sand table back to the bedroom.

Wearing an empty nightgown, she put her hair up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Have you ever heard of Bixian?"

"No." Miao Cuihua shook her head.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the paper pig, took it apart, and then folded out a quill according to the method taught to him by Henry Sturgess Morgan.

The pages of the "Demonic Codex" are very interesting, and "deduction" must be used in order for it to function as it should.

Zhao Chuanxin held the holder of the folded quill pen and touched the tip of the pen to the sand table.

He said: "Xingyue, can you write now?"

The pen tip is swinging sideways, as if shaking its head.

Miao Cuihua rested her chin on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and watched with surprise on her face.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I remember you could write before. Then can you draw?"

Maybe some weirdo has cut off the expressive function of Xingyue.

Xingyue manipulated the folded quill, drew a dragon and snake on the sand table, and quickly drew a stick figure.

Then quickly erase it and draw a second stick figure.

The two stick figures' heads moved up and down as if they were nodding, and the answer was yes.

But looking at the stick figure, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

"Does the Devil's Code have anything to do with you?"

The stickman nodded.

"what is the relationship?"

First there is the stick figure, with a boxy shape next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Xingyue erased both.

Then turned into a stickman.

"Sister Hua, do you understand?"

Miao Cuihua shook her head in confusion and made a long sound through her nose: "Well..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Xingyue, do you know how long my life span can be now?"

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that the length of human life is not a fixed number.

For example, he gained many years of life, but it is very likely that his life was shortened due to injury or disease or, as Nikola Tesla said, due to improper diet and excessive sexual indulgence.

A stick figure appeared on the sand table, followed by fifty dots, and then another stick figure appeared.

At this time, the stickman's body is more curved than the previous one, and the three hairs on his head have become two.

Then it was about fifty o'clock again. At this time, the stickman seemed to have shrunk. He was shorter, his back was hunched, and the hair on his head turned into one.

There are three more points at the back, and the stickman falls down.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Hiss... I will be old in fifty years? I will only have three years left in a hundred years?"

Somehow, he felt a little relieved, but also filled with a huge sense of loss.

Miao Cuihua turned her head to look at his side face, and said softly: "If something cannot be controlled, I will stop practicing the Beauty Balancing Technique at that time. Don't be afraid, I will grow old with you."

Growing old together is more romantic than any vow of eternal love.

"I..." Zhao Chuanxin's voice became a little hoarse: "Xingyue's words may not be taken seriously. After all, he is disabled now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he folded the quill, flattened the sand table, and started painting again.

There was a shorter stickman holding a gun, and some liquid seemed to be sprayed from the stickman's mouth.

The second stickman falls. The third gets up, the fourth falls, and the fifth gets up.

Zhao Chuanxin was confused: "What do you mean? You tell me not to be afraid and get up again after falling? Do I need you to give me chicken soup?"

I won’t draw the stars and the moon anymore.

Zhao Chuanxin dismantled the quill and folded it into a paper pig again.

He shook the sand table, turned around and said, "Talking nonsense to it is a waste of my time. The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping. A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold..."

Miao Cuihua smiled seductively.

Your Majesty, don’t go to court early.

Freddie Pavitt, however, couldn't go to bed early.

He was making phone calls and telegrams one after another.

Kang Youwei's shipping company has been owned by Zhao Chuanxin.

Freddy Pavitt contacted shipping, contacted Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company, and contacted Arthur Gompers to find stevedores.

After working for half a night, he was able to get up early the next morning to take care of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was washing and exercising, and while eating breakfast, he waved to Freddie Pavitt: "Come, let's have a meal together this morning."

Freddie Pavitt hesitated for a moment and sat down at the end of the table.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "After I leave the United States, everything here will be left to you. As long as it doesn't delay your normal work, don't delay getting married and having children. This is not a monastery."

In terms of material things, Zhao Chuanxin never treated him badly.

He had no worries about food and clothing in the manor, and he saved all his wages.

Not to mention getting married and having children, even going out to do a small business now is not a problem.

Freddie Pavitt was quite satisfied with his current life. He said gratefully: "Master, I know, I will take good care of my family."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "The transportation may not be convenient now. When air transportation develops in the future, you can definitely take a plane to China."

Freddy Pavitt felt inexplicably sad, and his eye circles were a little red.

He knew that this time Zhao Chuanxin returned to China and might be away for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin was moody, but he was never violent towards his own people. Even if he did something wrong, he would at most get scolded by him.

But you must not betray him, otherwise you will die miserably.

After breakfast.

Freddie Pavitt hurried to arrange for the goods to be loaded on the ship.

Carloads of goods, some from Ethan Manor and some from Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company, were transported to New York Port.

This also includes the luggage of Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis.

They are currently at the manor, together with Zhao Chuanxin, waiting for lunch before setting off...