mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 328

When a family of three walked out of the gate of the manor.

Rachel Kervis asked, "Benjamin, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry?"

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "I've eaten at Mr. Zhao's, and I'm full. Mr. Zhao is very friendly, and he told me to eat more so that I can be healthy."

He patted his belly.

Rachel Kervis smiled and patted his little head.

Samuel Goldberg couldn't help glare at him.

Rachel Kwiss said: "Otherwise, honey, let Benjamin play at the manor. He's a kid and reputation doesn't matter that much to him. Besides, he doesn't have any friends at school."

"I would never allow that to happen. I had clear goals for the future when I was his age. Age is no excuse for misbehavior."

Rachel Kervis scolded: "It's up to misbehavior, isn't it? He just made some friends. I think Ethan Zhao, from the bottom of his heart, appreciates our children. I've never heard So many compliments."

"Hmph!" Samuel Goldberg disagreed: "I think he has ulterior motives!"

"Tch, does he still covet your wealth?"

"You..." Samuel Goldberg was so angry that he was already resentful that Asians had more wealth than him, and at this time he became jealous because his wife praised others secretly: "Wealth is not just Money, reputation, and social connections. My network is unmatched by him."

Rachel Kervis smiled and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Okay, okay, I'm just joking, I know that with your ability, our wealth will surpass his sooner or later."

Her ability to mobilize men's emotions seems to be innate.

A few words, let the rift go away.

Samuel Goldberg regained his confidence. He said: "I will not set foot on his manor in the future, because this man is too vulgar, and his virtue is not worthy of his wealth. Tomorrow, I will visit Sheriff Maher, let him warn Ethan Zhao."

……

Silent all night.

The next day, Miao Cuihua got up early.

She went to the kitchen and instructed the cook in broken English to make a Chinese breakfast.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished the radio gymnastics and came down to eat, Miao Cuihua complained to him: "These foreign women are really clumsy, they can't cut vegetables well, they only know how to use a frying pan, and they don't know how to mix cold dishes. Twisted and crooked."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the fresh morning light, hanging on Miao Cuihua's face through the wiped bright window, pure, clear and delicate, and couldn't help trembling in his heart.

He suddenly discovered that Sister Hua is really beautiful, like a flower blooming in its prime.

Miao Cuihua didn't notice his gaze, and continued: "The kitchen is not very convenient. Let me tell you, Western civilization is actually backward."

Listening to her nagging, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt very warm.

Even in a foreign country, it seems to feel like home.

"Hehe, Sister Hua, you can transform it however you want. As long as you are happy, everything will be fine."

Miao Cuihua pinched her waist with both hands: "Then I won't be polite."

She is going to carry out drastic manor reforms.

Freddie Pavitt usually gets up early and eats breakfast first.

As a butler, he naturally couldn't sit at the table with his master.

After breakfast, Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddie Pavitt: "I want you to contact MIT today and ask Brother Mei about admissions. I will give you another address, and you can send a telegram to the Chicago Academy of Sciences." Thomas Chamberlain, let that old boy save face and accept me, Brother Li, to enroll."

Liu Yuanshan practiced the highest etiquette in the world - clasped his fists and said: "Thank you, Brother Charcoal Burner, I really don't know how to thank you."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Think about it, why don't you agree with your body."

"..." Liu Yuanshan blushed, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Haha, where is the hotness of Sichuan girl?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, and then restrained his smile: "Brother Mei, remember, the most important thing here is to study. I will let Freddy I will call you for living expenses, not much, but enough for you to study with peace of mind. I want you to do your best to learn the skills of the Yankees. This is not only for our future industrial preparations, maybe I will also use this knowledge in the future Domestic dissemination."

Liu Yuanshan suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "Do you rely on me alone?"

"No, there will be a steady stream of foreign students coming to study in the future. The science and technology of the American Devils has advanced by leaps and bounds in recent years, especially in the field of industry, which faintly surpasses that of Europe."

"I will do my best!"

At this time, the Chinese people are down-to-earth and pragmatic, and they have the opportunity to acquire knowledge.

However, Zhao Chuanxin wants to change the bad habit of only focusing on liberal arts in China.

After making money, he plans to sponsor a group of students specializing in science for further study.

Thinking about it this way, there are so many places to spend money.

Li Shutong was forced to come to the United States by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Where are we going then?" he asked.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said, "I'll take you to New York City for a walk in a while."

Mahina said, "Sir, let's get the tattoo done first while the daylight is bright."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faltered.

Another needle.

Thinking of Mahina hitting the monstera needle with a stick, he couldn't help shivering.

"If you don't talk anymore, don't worry."

"No." Mahina said stubbornly: "You have to finish it in one go. If the color is uneven after a long time, it is disrespectful to the gods."

With a bitter face, Zhao Chuanxin moved the chair to the edge of the garden of the manor, and asked Mahina to continue to "knock her back". It was inevitable that there would be another howl.

When George Marshall came to the manor, he heard screams.

He was so frightened that he unbuttoned the holster, ready to draw his revolver at any moment.

When he saw the screams coming from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, he was relieved at first, and then a little annoyed.

The Asian manor owner mentioned by Mr. Samuel Goldberg is indeed an unpleasant guy, why do you have nothing to do?
He thought there was a murder.

Seeing him, Marcus Nkrumah quickly turned around and ran towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, the town's Sergeant Maher is here."

Without his notification, Zhao Chuanxin also saw George Maher and his men with his hands on his waist and his chest protruding.

"Okay, you've done a good job. You should be more vigilant in the future. It's best to come back and report when people are [-] meters away from our manor."

Marcus Nkrumah couldn't understand Zhao Chuanxin's implication at all, so he heard Zhao Chuanxin praise him, scratched his head and smiled honestly: "Got it, master."

"..."

He had a good attitude towards Samuel Goldberg yesterday because he asked for his children.

But when Sergeant George Maher came, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even get up and said hello on the back of his chair: "Hello, Sergeant Maher."

George Maher saw Zhao Chuanxin for the first time, and found that Zhao Chuanxin was so entrusted to him, and he was unhappy, so he frowned: "What are you doing?"

Hearing his tough tone, Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

He has always been soft but not hard.

Wen Yan rolled his eyelids: "If you are not blind, you should be able to see."

George Maher's face changed: "Young man, even if you have money, you should maintain due respect to the local sheriff."

The mayor, John Vaughan, knew Zhao Chuanxin's identity, but he apparently didn't tell George Maher about it.

Zhao Chuanxin rested his chin on the backrest, and said cheerfully, "If you dare to pretend to be aggressive in front of me again, I may treat you with all my heart and soul, and let you experience the professional anorectal methods like the second brother in Africa."

Georg Maher did not understand.

He pinched his waist, took off his big-brimmed hat, and slapped the sweat from his cheeks: "I heard from people in the town that Benjamin has come to Ethan Manor again. I told Freddie Pavitt before that he is not allowed That nigger touches Benjamin."

Marcus Nkrumah next to him was not angry at all.

One is the problem of IQ, and the other is that he has heard it a lot since he was a child, and he is already immune to this discriminatory title.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand to stop Mahina's next move.

He stood up shirtless.

For a moment George Maherton felt shadowed.

Zhao Chuanxin was condescending, lit a cigarette, and sprayed the smoke on his face.

Indifferently said: "Who the hell are you, come to my manor to tell me what to do?"

George Maher was furious: "You damn Chinese guy, there is filth in your manor, look, what kind of people are around you? Including you, Ethan Zhao, yes, said It's you. You bloody Chinaman, you'd better not make trouble in my land."

Who is around Zhao Chuanxin?

Marcus Nkrumah is a black man, Mahina is a Kanaka, and he is a Chinese.

In addition, there are Ganfan and Mishan for a walk not far away.

One of George Maher's police officers had already put his hand on the holster, and his forehead was sweating nervously.

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face grew stronger, and suddenly there was a scepter of redemption in his hand, and he swung it with a "huh".

Snapped……

Georg Maher's cheeks were distorted, his muscles deformed, and a large molar was splashed with saliva and blood.

The policeman behind wanted to draw his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin let go, and the redemption scepter did not fall in mid-air.

He had his hands free, holding the Judgment Whip, and the PIA rolled over and wrapped the police officer's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin blew the whistle and let go at the same time. The police officer was bound tightly by the whip of the verdict, and his upper body could not move at all.

The servants working in the manor looked here in shock.

They didn't expect that the old man who always sees his head but never sees his tail, who usually looks at him with a smile, is so irritable and tyrannical!
What is even more shocking is that it seems that the master can also use magic.

Even the Sheriff of North Tarrytown, hit him at will!
He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and grabbed the scepter of redemption, came to George Maher, raised his leg and stepped on his neck: "Fake, I have endured you for a long time!"

George Maher screamed, hugging Zhao Chuanxin's leg with both hands, trying to pull it away: "You damn Chinese guy, do you know what you did? You made a big mistake!"

But obviously he misjudged Zhao Chuanxin's strength, not to mention that his arms couldn't beat his thighs.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his neck and looked down at him contemptuously: "Even your mayor dare not show off to me, what the hell are you? Are the police officers in your town enough to kill me?" I’ll give you a chance, you go back and ask the mayor John Vaughan, you’ve made it clear, if you want revenge, come to me again, welcome anytime!”

Georges Maher froze.

Could it be that there is something else going on here?
This damn Chinese guy, does he have any amazing background?

He didn't want to believe that.

Without waiting for his answer, Zhao Chuanxin said to Marcus Nkrumah: "Go, hand over all their guns to me. From now on, if someone calls you a nigger, you will beat yourself to death. Kill me!

Ah... tui! "

With a mouthful of saliva, he spit on George Maher's face impartially.

Georges Maher's blood was rushing up, his face was flushed, and he felt that he had suffered a terrible humiliation.

No one dared to do this to him on a three-acre acre of land in North Tarrytown, no one!

When Marcus Nkrumah surrendered his gun, Freddy Pavitt got wind of it, put down the phone in the communication room, and ran out in a hurry.

"Master, no..."

(End of this chapter)