mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 326 Talent
Freddy Pavitt glanced at Zhao Chuanxin with a guilty conscience.

The boy Benjamin Goldberg, in normal times, he is not so disgusted.

But running to the manor at night, especially now that Zhao Chuanxin is at home, isn't this actually causing trouble for himself?
It would be bad if Zhao Chuanxin knew the rumors going on in the town.

Afraid of what to come, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Who is Benjamin? If it's a guest, it's just a matter of asking to come over to eat and add a pair of chopsticks. We outsiders focus on hospitality."

Freddy Pavitt hurriedly said: "Sir, this Benjamin is just a little weird kid with some problems in his mind. He and Marcus Nkrumah are friends, and he has caused a lot of trouble to our manor. He drives away..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands carelessly: "That's the brat? It's useless to drive the brat away. You call him here, and I'll educate him."

Although Freddie Pavitt hated Benjamin Goldberg for ruining the reputation of the manor, but...he changed his face: "Master, Benjamin is still a child!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "No, Freddy, you used to be a hundred spirits, and you haven't drunk now, why are you talking drunk? How can I beat him to death? Don't talk nonsense, call Benjamin, I have something to say to him."

Li Shutong managed to find a chance to interrupt, and persuaded him, "Don't worry, Mr. Pavitt, he is very good with children."

Who doesn't know that Zhao Chuanxin likes children?
A brat is a brat to others, but to him it can become a big deal.

This has been practiced and is obvious to all.

Freddy Pavitt knew he had misunderstood, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked out quickly.

It's already served here.

Zhao Chuanxin told the maid: "Add another set of tableware."

The maid was very discerning. Seeing that the table was full of chopsticks, she asked, "Sir, do you want chopsticks or a knife and fork?"

"Chopsticks!"

Seeing that everyone did not move their chopsticks, Zhao Chuanxin said, "What are you doing in a daze? Europe and the United States share a meal system. Eat your own, use your chopsticks."

Li Shutong: "..."

He knows some western food etiquette, and now he pays attention to this when learning English.

So he picked up the spoon and sipped the soup.

But Zhao Chuanxin picked up the soup plate, drank it down, smashed it and said, "Europeans and Americans are petty, and they use a plate to drink soup."

Li Shutong: "..."

Instead, it was Mahina, the Kanaka people didn't care about these table manners, and imitated Zhao Chuanxin to serve the plate and drink.

Miao Cuihua said: "British butlers, even having meals is like a religious ceremony, it's too cumbersome."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "When you go to the back chef Zhang Luo to teach them how to cook tomorrow, you will have fresh Western food. The food is too rough, and you will have to eat our food in the future."

While talking, Freddie Pavitt brought Benjamin Goldberg.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth with the napkin and looked at the brat.

The child was very thin, almost skinny.

It is very fair, brown hair, just looks a little out of mind.

This brat's physique is a bit worse than the snotty kid in Lugang Town, so where can he go?
Zhao Chuanxin waved to him: "Come here."

The moment Benjamin Goldberg saw Zhao Chuanxin, he automatically sketched in his mind, and a decisive image of a giant spirit god that no one dared to provoke in the void appeared.

Contemptuously, rebelliously wild.

Suddenly shivered, and said dryly: "Sir, I..."

Strange to say, he is not afraid of meeting other people.

Only when I saw Zhao Chuanxin, I was a little afraid in my heart.

He timidly came to Zhao Chuanxin's side.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddie Pavitt: "Bring a chair over here and let me see what's wrong with this baby."

Benjamin Pavit sat down obediently.

"Sir, I'm not hungry."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I've never seen a snotty baby who isn't greedy."

Freddy Pavitt explained from the side: "The Goldberg family is a big family in the town, and their family is not short of money."

Zhao Chuanxin disagreed: "Look at this baby, who is so thin, can he still be called not bad for money? Come, first eat a hawthorn pill to appetize."

As he spoke, he handed the hawthorn pills to Benjamin Goldberg.

Benjamin Goldberg had never seen the methods of Chinese-style elders, let alone someone like Zhao Chuanxin, so he looked back at Freddie Pavitt at a loss.

After all, Freddie Pavitt was his acquaintance.

Before Freddy Pavitt could say anything, Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "What's the matter? You don't want to save face, do you? If you let you eat, you will eat."

Freddie Pavitt smiled wryly.

Benjamin Goldberg seemed to see King Kong's glaring eyes, and it was scary to be stared at by the gods, so he hurriedly stuffed the hawthorn pills into his mouth.

This chewing, not to mention, is sour and sweet, really delicious.

After eating, I really want to eat another one.

Looking at the food on the table again, I have an appetite.

So, I picked up the spoon and scooped it carefully.

"That's right, eat first, and then talk after eating."

Zhao Chuanxin started to eat happily, and the wind swept away.

The lamb chops were thrown one by one, and the bones were thrown all over the table.One piece of bread, gobbled it up.

Almost everyone will be infected by him, eat more.

When eating at Benjamin Goldberg's house, etiquette is always the first priority. The food is polite, and there is a prayer before the meal. Where have you seen this?

For this meal, he ate more than ever before, filling up his stomach.

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed when he found out that the snot-nosed baby was able to use chopsticks so well that he didn't have enough time for a meal.

Zhao Chuanxin ate the most, but also the fastest.

After eating, he pushed the dinner plate and asked Benjamin Goldberg, "What are you doing at the manor at night?"

"Sir, I came to play with Marcus Nkrumah."

"Why don't you come during the day?"

"My father watched me and wouldn't let me come. I sneaked out."

Freddy Pavitt was surprised to find that Benjamin Goldberg had become a lot more normal in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Why do you like to make friends with Marcus Nkrumah?"

"Because he wants to hear what's in my head."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin became a little interested: "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

After speaking, he also took out the drawing board, paper and pen.

Benjamin Goldberg is once again in a fantasy.

As he narrated, Zhao Chuanxin turned into a humanoid printer, holding the end of the pen, shaking his wrist violently, and the pencil rubbed against the paper rapidly, making a rustling sound.

When Benjamin Goldberg finished speaking, he also finished drawing.

Flip the drawing board over: "Is this what you have in mind?"

Everyone also looked curiously, and found a majestic deity wearing armor and grinning in the void floating in the void, jumping off the paper, lifelike, as if it would break through the void and emerge from the paper at any time.

Li Shutong was shocked.

I, Cao...he also knows how to paint Western paintings, but it is impossible for him to paint as quickly as Zhao Chuanxin.

Moreover, this is not drawing with reference objects, but completely relying on other people's dictation.

He has never seen any western painter with such ability.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin focused on practicing sketching.

In the past few years, with the forced practice and the increase in all aspects of physical fitness, the speed of sketching has become abnormal.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened.

For the first time in his life, someone could bring his imagination to life.

He nodded excitedly: "Yes, sir, that's it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You little boy, you are quite talented! I think there are some strangely pruned bushes in the manor. You should have commanded Marcus to do it, right?"

For a long time, others have said that Benjamin Goldberg's imagination is a disease, a strange disease that cannot be cured.

Only Zhao Chuanxin said that this is one of his talents.

It gave Benjamin Goldberg a thrill of recognition.

He cheerfully admitted, "Yes, sir, I just wanted to show what's in my head."

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: If I had this kind of imagination, I would have been able to mix better back then. I would have made original creations every day, and I might have made a fortune long ago.

As long as there is something new and original in the business that I did back then, I will definitely not be hungry.If you can rely on imagination to create a brand new story + product, it will be a big hit.

He asked, "Is there anything else?"

Hearing Zhao Chuanxin describe his imagination as "a skill", Benjamin Goldberg was greatly encouraged.

He hurriedly said: "Sir, I can disassemble and reinstall my mother's hand sewing machine in my brain. I think the hand sewing machine is inconvenient, so I made a sewing machine that can be stepped on in my mind." .But they don't believe me. I don't have your ability to draw it."

At this time, most of the household sewing machines were hand-cranked, which was relatively backward.

It is often necessary for others to cooperate, one shaking and one sewing, which requires tacit understanding, which also leads to low efficiency.

Zhao Chuanxin pondered, isn't this the design talent?

Benjamin Goldberg can only think at the moment and cannot realize his ideas.

If he learns to paint, will he sacrifice his imagination?
Thinking of the design, Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved: "Benjamin, if I give you a gun, can you improve this gun with your imagination?"

Next to Freddie Pavitt stunned...

I, Cao, can still do this?
He hastened to persuade: "Master, Benjamin is just a somewhat peculiar child, so don't delay your important business."

He thinks this is extremely unreliable.

Professional things need to be done by professional people.

"It won't be delayed." Zhao Chuanxin said lightly.

Freddie Pavitt said: "Even his parents felt he needed to be cured..."

Don't other parents know this child better than you?

"Hehe." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What do you know, what does his parents know? Maxima is common, but it is only humiliated by the hands of slaves, and died between the stables. It is you and his parents. Such people."

Freddie Pavitt fell silent.

Since the master insists, just wait and see his jokes.

A child, does he still understand the design of firearms?

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Benjamin Goldberg: "How about it? Can you imagine a gun?"

When Benjamin Goldberg and others mentioned their ideas, only the stupid Marcus Nkrumah was willing to listen.

Zhao Chuanxin was the second person who didn't think he was sick, and he was an adult, the owner of Ethan Manor.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes were bright, and he nodded abruptly: "Sir, I think this is all right."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, the maid came to report again: "Master, there are people outside who claim to be Benjamin's parents and come to ask him to go home."

(End of this chapter)