mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 366 Night Pot Sutra

Cloth... sermon?
Harry Vanderbilt was dumbfounded.

"Scavenger, there is no festival between us, and I don't want to cause trouble."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Andrew Miller in the distance: "Did that person see it?"

Of course Harry Vanderbilt knew who that was.

Someone paid big money to have Andrew Miller dead.

His heart trembled, knowing that things were going to be difficult.

He said stiffly: "I don't understand what you mean."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped onto a table: "Gentlemen, please listen to me. Hey, the Irishman over there, don't you fucking give me face?"

The Irish Gang pointed out by him took a step back collectively.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The power of one finger is as powerful as a fellow.

Seeing that no one dared to make noise anymore, Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Gentlemen, today I am here to preach and announce one thing at the same time.

The guy over there, his name is Andrew Miller.

He was a priest, a priest of the Chamber Pot Cult.

You heard, Harry Vanderbilt took money from the Rockefellers and wanted Father Andrew Miller's life. "

The crowd roared again.

Not everyone knows about the secret.

Zhao Chuanxin directly pointed it out.

Don't fucking do things in a sneaky way, he just wants to ruin Rockefeller's reputation first.

But what the hell is the Night Pot Sect?

He continued: "The Rockefeller family, everyone knows about it.

They suppress their opponents and enrich themselves through violence and brutality.

Even for charity, the poor are unwilling to accept their bloody dirty money.

These dog days of capitalists!

You say, capitalists are hateful or not? "

No one answered, and there was some silence.

Zhao Chuanxin is the least afraid of this, and he is also the best at solving it.

He first looked at the black man selling cigarettes and pictorials and pimping.

The black man was taken aback by what he saw, and he quickly raised his hand: "Damn it! Capitalists are the worst."

Therefore, some people who have been persecuted by capitalists clamored in agreement.

Isn't that how the atmosphere is ignited?

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "The Rockefeller family wanted to buy a piece of land in Kurdex to build an oil pipeline. However, the land was bought by a group of cowboys for grazing. These kind cowboys naively thought that labor could be exchanged for rewards. However, the Rockefeller family But raised the butcher knife..."

Zhao Chuanxin added oil and vinegar, tried his best to brag, and made up the matter.

The main focus is the cowboy's hard work, kindness and innocence, and Rockefeller's brutality and greed.

Those who can go to prison are mostly the bottom of society.

Regardless of whether it is illegal or not, it must have a more sense of substitution with the cowboys.

Following Zhao Chuanxin's narration, some people spontaneously followed and clamored.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Andrew Miller again: "This priest of the Chamber of Commerce wanted to expose the ugly face of the Rockefeller family, but they framed him, put him in prison, and killed him. And Harry Vanderbilt, The head of the Italian fraternity, who received dirty money from Rockefeller, sent someone to assassinate Father Andrew Miller. Fortunately, the god of the chamber pot appeared and made the murderer commit suicide..."

No wonder the assassin committed suicide!

So it was the god of the chamber pot?
If you don’t believe it, the thing that you are talking about just happened recently. Even some police detectives who came to investigate specially said that it was not Andrew Miller’s work.

There is no second person in that room, it must be the work of ghosts and gods!
Believe it or not, I've never heard of the chamber pot cult.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were skeptical, so he made another plan.

He pointed to Harry Vanderbilt and said, "The head of this Italian fraternity, he's a big bad man. Now, please come over to Father Andrew Miller, our chamber pot god, and pray for him, and ask the chamber pot god to come down." punish."

Andrew Miller was dumbfounded.

Where is he a priest?
He grew up so big that he hadn't been to church a few times.

Otherwise, his life wouldn't be crooked like this.

"Sir, I..."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the table and said angrily, "What are you? Since you have the ability to communicate with the gods, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Now, you go up to me and pray carefully."

"But……"

"But what?" Zhao Chuanxin said in a low voice, "Just make it up, you can't tell tomorrow, Harry Vanderbilt will be punished."

After finishing speaking, he held Andrew Miller's arm and pushed him hard to the table.

Andrew Miller looked at the dark crowd of prisoners around him, as bewildered as a primary school student giving a speech.

In the blink of an eye, he sorted out the beliefs in his mind.

He found that he didn't believe in anything.

No, I have believed in some things recently, all related to Zhao Chuanxin.

His idol is Zhao Chuanxin!
Thinking about what Zhao Chuanxin did, it was really no taboo.

So, he drew a little strength from Zhao Chuanxin.

Combined with some inscrutable conversations he had heard between Zhao Chuanxin's master and apprentice, he quickly fabricated some stories.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, the god of the chamber pot created the universe, and a group of planets, among which was the dry and lifeless earth. Photons were placed along the way by the god of the chamber pot, and redshifted appropriately. The god of the chamber pot took great pains to decorate the earth... ..."

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin thought that he would talk nonsense and pray like an orthodox sect, but he didn't expect this guy to tell a story.

He also said it in a similar way.

What a fucking talent!
From the creation of the world billions of years ago, to the fabricated creatures later, and the emergence of human beings... slowly talk about today.

In fact, it cannot be separated from the shadow of the Bible, but the scientific judgments in it are more convincing than the Bible.

This product was bumpy at first, but it got smoother as it got to the back.

Although it sounds more like a synopsis than a story itself.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the time and had to interrupt Andrew Miller, who was in the middle of the conversation: "Okay, I will talk about the rest of the Chamber Pot Sutra tomorrow, and pray today, so that the dog Harry Vanderbilt will be subjected to the Chamber Pot." God's punishment."

Andrew Miller slammed his mouth, and he couldn't finish it: "Well, gentlemen, it is well known that Harry Vanderbilt operated illegal casinos and smuggled alcohol, and squeezed the hard-earned money of the people at the bottom. His life, no doubt He is evil. The God of the Chamber Pot had already set his fate, but he insisted on provoking the gods and persecuting the servant of the God of the Chamber Pot, that is, me. I ask the God of the Chamber Pot to send down punishment on tomorrow’s day. Let Harry Vanderbilt die violently in his cell before dawn. Praise the chamberpot god..."

Harry Vanderbilt wanted to laugh.

He determined that the death of his men was murdered.

But the cell he was in was different, it was all his subordinates, so he didn't worry about being assassinated.

Forget it, that scavenger is a ruthless person, so don't bother with him and let them have a good time.

After praying, Andrew Miller jumped off the table.

He smiled and said, "Sir, I never thought that being a priest would feel so wonderful."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "You performed better than I imagined. After you go back, you should complete the story of the chamber pot god, ah no, it is the chamber pot scripture."

"But, sir, many of my things are told by you and your apprentice, and they are almost used up."

"Are you literate?"

"I know it, sir. I learned it in the army."

"Very well, I'll send you some books later, and you can extract them."

After the briefing was over, the prison guard was taken aback when he saw Zhao Chuanxin: "You, why did you come out?"

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Let's go back now."

With that said, he took the initiative to walk towards the confinement room.

The prison guard was stunned.

He could only hold a baton and follow closely behind.

It wasn't until Zhao Chuanxin didn't make any fuss, really took the initiative to go in and closed the door, that he was relieved.

……

Edith Roosevelt called Da Luo.

"Edie, I know what happened in Kurdex, and John Rockefeller Jr. called me personally to explain."

"I don't want an explanation," Edith Roosevelt grumbled. "Why do you need laws when explanations are useful? You don't know how dangerous that is."

"Edie, honey, I'm worried about you."

In fact, what Edith Roosevelt wanted to listen to was her husband's comfort.

What does she not understand?
"Hmph, if you want me to say, you and the Rockefeller Alliance deal with Zhao Chuanxin, it is better to join forces with Zhao Chuanxin to deal with Rockefeller."

Da Luo was taken aback: "How could you have such a dangerous thought?"

"Dangerous? This time I figured out that their level of danger is actually comparable."

Da Luo was silent over there.

"One is an external conflict, and the other is an internal conflict. There is a difference. This issue, the discussion ends here. Edie, when will you come back?"

Edith Roosevelt understood her husband's character, and immediately shut up when he heard the words.

She added: "The guards have arrived, but I hired a bodyguard to protect the prisoner who can testify against Rockefeller. I have to wait for him to come out before I can leave."

Da Luo said: "That bodyguard of yours killed more than one person. You gave him a false criminal identity, and the prosecutor will hand over two documents to the court. If nothing else, he will be in the electric chair."

Edith Roosevelt got up and turned over the chairs: "What? Theodore, how do you know these things?"

Da Luo smiled wryly: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the newspapers will report that he killed four people in prison, wounded an assassin outside the prison, and killed seven local gang members. No matter for protection or other purposes, he will Created a crime..."

Edith Roosevelt was stunned.

She doesn't even know this yet.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

She couldn't say who Zhao Chuanxin was, let alone that she had reached a cooperation intention with Zhao Chuanxin.

Suddenly there is the frustration of shooting a stone in your foot.

You know, this person won't stop...

……

Freddie Pavitt is busy moving his factory.

Things are not as simple as Zhao Chuanxin said.

Even if the goods are sold, a series of handovers are required to clarify the accounts and pay taxes.

In addition, he has to find a construction team to go to Kurdex to build a new factory.

Today, he is in New York City on errands.

New York is very lively during this time, the famous Wild West show team touring in New York, holding various events.

The most popular is undoubtedly the bull riding competition, which leads to empty streets.

Plus, there's the upcoming fall gun show at Madison Square Garden.

While passing Madison Square, Freddie Pavitt rang the bell to stop the driver.

Because, he saw a tall old man who was over sixty years old.

He got out of the car and greeted the old man: "Hi, Mr. Browning, I'm Freddy Pavitt..."

(End of this chapter)