mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 152 Help me make money, or I will kill you
Zhao Chuanxin finally saw the plump body of this era.

Dressed in cool and swaying women walking up and down on the beach, there are beautiful villas.

It is now a resort for the upper class in the United States, and the wealthy buy mansions here.

He found that when he came here, there was no obvious discrimination.

Zhao Chuanxin was not short of money, so he directly opened a room at the Royal Princeton Hotel.

When the front desk received him, he did not discriminate against him because he was Chinese.

This made Zhao Chuanxin a little disappointed, and he was thinking about making a big fuss.

I went upstairs, took a hot bath, asked the service staff to bring food, and ate and drank a lot.

Take out all the clothes and let the waiter wash them.

The long-term exhaustion finally dissipated after twelve hours of deep sleep.

This place is really nice.

Zhao Chuanxin is planning to buy real estate here as well, and he will live there until the 21st century, which is pretty beautiful when he thinks about it.

In future generations, the average housing price here can reach 4000 million US dollars, which is scary to say.

After taking a sufficient rest, Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the hotel and took a walk by the sea.

A young man was having a heated discussion with his friend, so he didn't look at the road and bumped into Zhao Chuanxin.

This person should be less than 30 years old, but his hair is combed meticulously, and he is wearing a shirt. He looks like a financial or salesman in this era.

After bumping into Zhao Chuanxin, he just took a look and wanted to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and pulled his shirt collar: "Did you hit me?"

The young man looked at the Chinese in astonishment: "Are you crazy, buddy, let go of your hand."

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head slightly, so that his eyes squinted at him, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The person next to the young man frowned when he saw this: "Sir, please let go of your hand. I am Thomas W. Lawson. If you are also in the financial industry, you may have heard my name."

Zhao Chuanxin is also wearing a shirt, but his shirt fits well, and his chest is completely unbuttoned, revealing the white T-shirt and well-developed chest muscles inside, which looks very casual.

People here are either rich or expensive, so he thinks that Zhao Chuanxin should have heard of his name.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's hands were already itchy, but if the other party used his race or other identities to suppress him, he might do it directly.But the other party just gave his name, isn't this the style of a scorpion?

The locks are all registered first.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxing let go of his hand instead.

"Oh? Never heard of it."

Jesse Livermore said, "Hey, you haven't heard his name, how can you be scared by him? I see you are scared."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Of course it doesn't matter what happened to him, but you haven't apologized yet? If you don't apologize, you probably won't be able to walk out of this beach today."

"Haha, I heard a joke. Man, my name is Jesse Livermore, maybe you haven't heard my name now, but you will sooner or later."

When he signed up, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

The name is vaguely impressive.

He was interested in things like stocks and finance for a while before, and he seemed to have heard of this person when he was studying with him.

He tentatively asked, "Are you in finance?"

"So what? There are a lot of people in finance in Palm Beach."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it: "Since you are in finance, let me ask you, if I have a batch of debts, bearer stocks and some messy bonds, can you cash them out for me?"

Jesse Livermore said: "Why should I help you cash out? I can, but I won't help you."

But suddenly there was a gun in Zhao Chuanxin's hand, and he put it on the opponent's waist: "You help me, and I will pay you. If you don't help, I will kill you, because you don't refuse Apologize to me."

The faces of the two froze.

Thomas W. Lawson said hastily, "Put your gun away, man. There are many people on the beach. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Forehead……"

In fact, not all classes in the United States have serious racial discrimination.

The main reason is that people at the bottom feel that the learning ability, technology application level, practical ability, etc. of the Chinese are not only not weaker than the Americans, but even higher than the whites.

This seriously damaged the sense of superiority of the Americans.

Therefore, the middle and lower-class Americans began to exclude the Chinese. To put it bluntly, the core is incompetence and rage. Since you can't suppress you in terms of IQ and practice, you have to physically destroy them.

However, some Americans in the relatively high-level society in the East do not have any sense of crisis.They can't wait to use all the serious, pragmatic and hardworking Chinese to create benefits for themselves.

Because the American natives are laziness, there are many things!
Obviously, these two people in front of them are not from the bottom society, and they don't know how to look at people with colored glasses.

But because of the general environment, I don't feel the need to apologize.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's generous look, both of them felt their scalps tingle.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I already told you, help me realize the things!"

Jesse Livermore stiffened his head and said, "Okay, but I have to go back to New York."

But I said in my heart, when I see the police, I will definitely call the police.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the gun around on his finger and put it away.

Lehe put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Okay, when are you leaving?"

Jesse Livermore clenched his fist and pressed his forehead: "Anytime, but I have to go back and pack my luggage."

Thomas W. Lawson seemed to understand what he meant, and also chimed in: "Yes, yes, we are going back to New York and need to pack up."

Zhao Chuanxin still smiled: "Okay, where do you two live?"

Jesse Livermore rolled his eyes: "I live at Edward R. Bradley's house."

This is a rich man in the United States, he only has a little friendship, and he went to the other party's club to play before.But at this time, use the tiger's skin to pull the banner and scare the other party.

"Oh, then hurry up and pack it up, I'll wait for you at the Royal Princeton Hotel."

Zhao Chuanxin had no idea who this guy was talking about.

Jesse Livermore was a little dumbfounded. He also stayed at the Royal Princeton Hotel.

So does the one next to him.

The eyes of the two exchanged intensely.

They are all human beings with very high IQs.

Thomas W. Lawson is a writer who specializes in financial books and is quite famous in the industry.

Jesse Livermore was not very famous at this time, but later generations have been regarded as the craziest financial genius of this era.

They are not ordinary people, and their heads turn quickly.

First of all, the two did not bluff each other.Secondly, if the other party is really staying at the Royal Princeton Hotel, then the other party is not an ordinary person.

After all, those who can afford to live in high-end hotels in Palm Beach have some financial resources.

The choice they make now is to choose to fool this person away and call the police, or to go back to the Princeton Hotel with the other person to see if what he said is true.If he does live there, then do the math.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely choose to call the police first.

But people who play finance in this era are generally crazy people. They actually chose the latter, and completed the communication and decision with their eyes.

"Well, I actually have a room at the Royal Princeton Hotel, let's go back together."

Jesse Livermore looked at Zhao Chuanxin with piercing eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin made a gesture of invitation.

The three walked back by the beach.

On the way, Jesse Livermore began to ask, "What's your name, please?"

"Telling the truth is afraid of scaring you, and telling lies is not sincere. After all, you have to deal with things for me, and we are friends."

Jesse Livermore smiled and shook his head: "Then you can always tell me, are you an American, or?"

"Not Americans." Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of a question: "Is there any way for you to get the identity of the United States, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

(End of this chapter)