mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 339 I advise you not to lose face
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already on his way to Kurdex.

He spotted private detective Frank Gale on the road and summoned him to his car.

"Mr. Zhao, I didn't mean to spy on your whereabouts."

Frank Gale's nervous explanation.

"What are you nervous about talking to someone as amiable as me?"

Frank Gale looked at the big black man next to him, and really wanted to complain.

"Mr. Zhao, I got some news for you, but not much."

"Okay, just don't hide it. You know, amiable people have tempers too."

"..." Sure enough, he knew that it was just polite words. "John Vaughn said that the higher-ups and the consortium have reached some kind of agreement, and they want to deport you in a peaceful manner."

This is all within Zhao Chuanxin's expectation, but it is just further confirmation.

"Any more?"

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's disapproval, Frank Gale scratched his head: "Furthermore, besides me watching you, they also hired other detectives to watch Jesse Livermore. That's all for now."

"Then I'm going out now, do you know how to report?"

Sweat dripped from Frank Gale's forehead: "Please tell Mr. Zhao clearly."

"Go back and tell the mayor that I seem to be in trouble, hiding in the manor and refusing to go out."

"I see."

Mi Shan pulled the cart, Zhao Chuanxin, Marcus Nkrumah, Benjamin Goldberg, Li Shutong and Ning An rode in the cart, and William Hope rode the horse prepared for them by Zhao Chuanxin.

A group of people bypassed the town and walked south along the main road.

At the fork in the road, Zhao Chuanxin called to stop Mi Shan.

He got out of the car, came to the car behind, and patted the compartment.

Li Shutong and Liu Yuanshan got out of the car carrying heavy suitcases.

"Send you a thousand miles, and you have to say goodbye."

Liu Yuanshan's eyes were red: "Brother Charcoal Burner, I will definitely study hard."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't laugh like usual, and said seriously: "Don't lose your youth, live up to your youth; live up to your dreams, live up to your future."

Every word is deeply imprinted in Liu Yuanshan's heart.

Li Shutong sighed: "Until now, I don't understand that I came to the United States out of nowhere, and then went to Chicago to study."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Your life has to be tossed, so that your thinking can never stop."

Once he stopped, it was time for him to become a monk.

Li Shutong smiled wryly: "What's the use of tossing around? You have money and nowhere to spend it?"

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin should have spent money to help the two enter the school, not to mention that he also paid for tuition and part of the living expenses.

"I have a lot of money." Zhao Chuanxin said lightly. "I hope you will learn something."

This is better than pretending.

Ning An, who was driving, jumped out of the car and shook hands with Li Shutong and Liu Yuanshan respectively.

Say hello to each other.

From east to west, several people have established a deep friendship.

Since then, Li Shutong has been quite emotional: "I thought of a lyrics."

Zhao Chuanxin was finally happy: "Hold on, hold back and write later."

This really suffocated Li Shutong.

A "Farewell" was stuck in my throat, very uncomfortable.

"But……"

Zhao Chuanxin hummed: "Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the grass is so green..."

my cao...

Li Shutong's eyes widened.

He is ready to express his feelings about this situation and this scene in a foreign country, but in fact he has not yet completed the complete lyrics and music.

However, Zhao Chuanxin's opening directly sang his heartfelt voice.

Liu Yuanshan even burst into tears.

"You..." Li Shutong didn't know what to say.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "There are only ten dou in the world. I stole one dou from you, and now I monopolize nine dou. Let's go, for nothing!"

When Zhao Chuanxin got into the car, the hooves of the horse slapped.

Li Shutong wondered: What do you mean?What does it mean to steal my fight?
Thinking of Zhao Chuanxin's ability to spell, could it be possible...

No wonder, I always feel that my brain is not enough recently, so it was stolen by him?
Li Shutong began to doubt life.

"Mr. Li." Liu Yuanshan was sobbing, deeply moved by the song "Farewell". "let's go."

"Oh, good, good..."

……

Yone Shan is an impatient horse.

It wanted to pull the cart on a whim, but it felt boring after running for a while, and it didn't want to be a bear if it let Ning An shout and drink.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the carriage, put on another horse, and liberated Mishan.

He put Mi Shan on the saddle and got on the horse.

Anyway, he had already left the range of North Tarrytown at this moment, and he was no longer afraid of others' prying eyes.

"Master, my reason tells me that I should also ride a horse."

Benjamin Goldberg stuck his head out of the carriage window, speaking in Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "When did you learn Chinese?"

"My mind has taught me many things."

Zhao Chuanxin, who never believed in ghosts and gods, suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

One morning, he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't figure it out at the time.

Now it's as if his head has been struck by lightning: Benjamin can talk to Ganfan?

There is a rumor in China that one is born with knowledge and is naturally given by heaven.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes. Could there be some tricks he didn't know?
So, he lied to Benjamin Goldberg and said: "You cunning villain, don't think that you can't see it as a teacher. Now tell me in front of me, how did you learn Chinese?"

Benjamin Goldberg was stunned: "What I said is true."

Xin said that if you can see it, why ask.

Marcus Nkrumah also poked his head out: "My lord, I want to ride a horse too."

"What kind of horse do you ride? You'll be fine if you don't ride a horse."

William Hope and the others wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, they were so choked up.

Benjamin Goldberg asked Ganfan: "Master, why did he ask me about Chinese?"

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"But I can understand what you say."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"I can understand first, and then I can speak. Sometimes, you just need to open your mouth, even if I plug your ears, I can understand what you want to express."

I was dumbfounded.

It means less reading, don't lie to it.

Kurdex is indeed not far from North Tarrytown.

When it gets dark, you have already come to the periphery.

Here is a desolate place, where a church stands.

Seeing that everyone looked tired, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Let's go to the church to rest overnight and start tomorrow."

William Hope hesitated: "Sir, churches generally do not allow you to stay overnight."

After all, the United States generally has faith and is full of awe of God.

"What's this called? In China, ancient temples deep in the mountains are always good places to spend the night, such as Lanruo Temple."

William Hope did not dare to refute, so he could only hitch his horse.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the door of the church.

Vaguely, a man who looked like a priest could be seen opening the door.

The sky was originally dark, but the priest didn't turn on the lamp, it was like a cloud of black mist kneaded into the shadows, gloomy and terrifying.

William Hope inexplicably felt a little terrified.

But Zhao Chuanxin dispelled all the air-conditioning with a single sentence: "Hey, boss, give me four upper rooms, five catties of beef, and one catty of good wine."

William Hope: "..."

The priest probed his head and placed his upper body in the soft light of the lantern.

It turned out that this was just a very ordinary old priest with gray sideburns, and he looked very kind.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest said in astonishment, "Young man, this is a church, not a hotel."

"It's all the same. If you don't have good wine or food, you can just order something casually. If I give you the money, it will be treated as a donation to the church."

The priest said, "I'm not prepared for this."

"Not ready? It's okay, I brought my own ingredients, including pots and pans."

Priest: "..."

Seeing the priest's deflated look, William Hope almost vomited.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Ning An a wink.

Ning An was originally an introverted and shy character, but he stubbornly walked around the priest and wanted to push the door open.

The priest hurriedly said, "This lady..."

Ning An interrupted him: "Sir, I am sir."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, and stuffed the money into the hands of the priest: "We are all brothers in all corners of the world. It's convenient to go out as a layman. I advise you not to lose face."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, squeezed the priest away, and stepped into the church.

When he walked in, he saw a woman in disheveled clothes, hurriedly covering her dry body with clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

I, Cao, no wonder I blocked him horizontally and vertically.

The reason lies in this.

He turned around and patted the priest on the shoulder: "What a big deal, it's true. Eat and drink men and women, and people have great desires."

In fact, all Chinese can be translated into English.

For example, "The Analects of Confucius", James Glatter's translation is very classic.

The priest was embarrassed.

Anyway, he had already been seen, he smashed the jar and stretched out his hand: "Please come in."

Seeing him, Zhao Chuanxin put it down in an instant, but he was also free and easy.He smiled and said, "But it's the first time I've seen you doing this in a church. You really know how to play."

The priest blushed, "I am a Christian priest, not a Catholic."

"It's all the same."

"..."

After everyone went in, the priest lost his guard when he saw adults and children.

No villain will lead a child to do bad things.

When he saw the big black Marcus Nkrumah, he didn't mean to dislike him.

He said, "Just in time, we didn't have dinner either, so I'll go prepare it."

Between delicacy and laziness, Zhao Chuanxin chooses laziness.

Anyway, the money is sufficient, so let the priest cook.

In small local churches, the priest has no additional residence, but lives in a room inside the church.

The restaurant is small.

A group of people stepped in, and it was packed to the brim.

After being seated, it didn't take long for the food to be served.

The wizened, thin woman looked very shy, with blond hair pulled back, and she came with a pursed mouth and a soup bowl that was out of proportion to her figure.

Ning An felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and William Hope coughed twice.

Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah know nothing but waiting to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a plate for the dry rice, and filled it with the same one as before.

Ganfan is very good at etiquette, and will never speak first in a hurry.

Not long after, the priest and the woman walked to the restaurant together and took the main and second seats respectively.

The priest clasped his hands and stood on the table:
"Gentlemen, let us have a pre-dinner prayer."

(End of this chapter)