mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 370 Edith Was Blackmailed
Wilhelmina said: "On the way here, I heard Ethan and his people say that he has a cowboy coming to participate in the bull riding competition. I will keep an eye on him until he comes out so I can tell him the result."

Edith Roosevelt looked at the newly sent guards hiding around, and said speechlessly, "I'm afraid you don't even know who that cowboy is?"

This woman is afraid that she was dazzled by love. Will Zhao Chuanxin's carefree personality take this kind of insignificant sacrifice to heart?

Wilhelmina didn't take it seriously: "I vaguely remember the name, that cowboy's name is William Hope. It's okay, if you don't see it, just treat it as a visit."

At this time, a well-dressed and suave man passed by.

Hearing the name William Hope, he couldn't help looking at Wilhelmina.

I couldn't see it, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The Edwardian empire-style high-waisted skirt, black gauze hat with a large brim, and exquisite silk shawl, combined with Wilhelmina's slightly fat figure, fair skin, and delicate facial features, as well as her noble and slightly naive temperament, really Absolutely.

He couldn't help but approached and chatted up: "Madame, my name is Glenville Harper, I'm a banker. I know the William Hope you are talking about. He has participated in the bull riding competition for several days in a row, but Never been able to win the award."

The two women were stunned, this guy came out to find a sense of existence, right?

Grenville Harper was blond, well-groomed, handsome, and obviously chatty.

This man is a well-known banker and social expert in New York. He often organizes and participates in various social activities and sings every night.

His skin was pale and almost transparent, showing that he didn't get much exposure to the sun.

But this kind of skin color, like the popular vampires in later generations of film and television dramas, added a bit of mysterious charm to him.

Wilhelmina gave a faint "Oh": "Is William Hope on the field now?"

Shaking his head, Grenville Harper said: "He will not appear until the last moment, and many spectators are rushing to him. The organizer is very smart. Seeing that he has been defeated repeatedly, he is allowed to be the finale."

Soon, Wilhelmina was attracted by the shooting performance on the field.

Because in the field is a woman in a cowboy costume, holding a mirror to aim, the muzzle of the gun facing backwards, and shooting at the target.

boom!
With this angle and aiming method, he hit the bullseye with precision.

There was a burst of applause in the arena.

Because it was a female performance, Wilhelmina felt more substituting. She said happily: "Madam, this lady's marksmanship is incredible. In our Netherlands, only the most experienced hunters can match it."

Glenville Harper, who didn't leave, hurriedly interjected with a shy face: "This is the actress with the best shooting skills in Mad Bull Bill's Wild West Show Troupe."

Not far away, Charles Baker didn't care about the romance, but his eyes narrowed when Wilhelmina mentioned "We Holland".

He retreated quietly from the crowd, went to collect the latest newspapers, and saw the news of the Queen of Holland's visit to the White House in it.

A series of things faintly form a thread, clearly visible in his mind.

I, Cao... a windfall!

The Rockefeller consortium is so courageous that they dare to provoke the Queen of the Netherlands?

Soon, he figured out the cause and effect, and understood why the mercenaries like Andrew Miller made such a big noise, and the upper management tried their best to help cover it up.

It turned out to be the case.

But, who is the middle-aged woman who is with the Queen of the Netherlands?
A bold plan quickly took shape in his mind.

At night, he crouched in the Walldorf Hotel.

When Wilhelmina and Edith Roosevelt came back, he found that shameless little boy followed the hotel.

This made Charles Baker frown.

This obstructive dog thing!

Fascinated by profit and obsessed with money, Charles Baker can't care so much anymore.

He stepped forward and stopped the three of them.

Edith Roosevelt pulled Wilhelmina back a step vigilantly. Behind her was their guards, and she was not too afraid.

Grenville Harper stepped forward awe-inspiringly: "Sir, what do you want to do? This is the Waldorf Hotel, not a place where you can cause trouble."

Charles Baker pulled him away: "Go away, I have something to say to that lady."

Grenville Harper was a badass with no hands.

But Charles Baker is an old bastard, wandering in black and white all year round, easily pushing him back.

Suddenly, he saw the shadowy guards in the corridor of the hotel.

Knowing that she couldn't act recklessly, she said eagerly, "Madam, do you still remember what happened to Kurdex?"

Edith Roosevelt felt guilty about this matter, frowned, waved his hands back, and went straight forward and whispered, "What do you know? What do you want to do?"

Seeing her cautious appearance, Charles Baker became more confident in his reasoning.

He bluffed: "Madam, I know your identities."

In fact, he only guessed the identity of Wilhelmina.

Edith Roosevelt was even more displeased: "So what?"

"Madam is trying to hide some news? Madam should also be a friend of the Rockefeller family. Hehe, I have a debt to settle with Madam."

He mistook Edith Roosevelt for a lobbyist hired by the Rockefeller family to reach a private settlement with the Queen of the Netherlands.

In his opinion, when the Rockefellers violently seized the land for their own benefit, they unintentionally provoked the Queen of the Netherlands.For John Rockefeller Jr., it was tantamount to a bolt from the blue, and it must have cost him a lot.

And this matter happened to be discovered by him, so why not blackmail him and get some benefits from it?
The Rockefeller family, that fart will burst out of oil.

Edith Roosevelt looked at Charles Baker in shock.

One is because he misunderstood, and the other is that he finds it unbelievable that the blackmail is all on her, the First Lady?

She asked with a sullen face, "Who are you?"

If it's just a rogue wandering the streets, then she has plenty of ways to deal with him.

If it's a private detective or something, then just take some money and get rid of it.

But Charles Baker felt that Rockefeller knew him and didn't need to hide it, so he said proudly: "I am a police detective, Charles Baker. If Madam asks Mr. Rockefeller's secretary Ricky, she will know that I am a police officer." What kind of person. I must remind you that my connections are very strong."

He bit the words "very strong connections" to death.

Edith Roosevelt finally changed his face.

If it's the identity she guessed before, then it's easy to handle.

Only Charles Baker threatened her as a public official, which made her find it difficult to deal with.

If this guy yells everywhere and the scandal spreads like wildfire, all the hard work these days will be in vain.

One is the reputation of the country, and the other is the future of the husband.

She couldn't help not paying attention.

As for the identity of Charles Baker, she could not give money either.

If this was known to the outside world and she bribed a police detective to keep it secret, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

Seeing her hesitation, Charles Baker sneered: "I'm not urging Madam, if Madam has figured it out, you can come to me and say goodbye!"

After saying that, he left.

Edith Roosevelt wanted to call the guards to take him down, but finally gave up.

In many things, her identity made her restrained.

Who is good at this kind of thing?

Inexplicably, the figure of Zhao Chuanxin, who was not stingy, appeared in Edith Roosevelt's mind.

As for bastards, who could be more assholes than him?
Grenville Harper stepped forward at this time and asked with concern: "Madam, are you all right?"

This little boy stalked and stalked them, annoying them enough.

He could maintain etiquette before, but now Edith Roosevelt was upset and waved his hand: "Your Excellency, you should go back."

After finishing speaking, he gave the guard a wink, and the guard stepped forward to stop Grenville Harper.

This guy has a thick skin, rolled his eyes, and didn't leave. Instead, he went to the front desk and opened a room nearby, and stayed directly in the hotel.

……

When the prisoners were released the next day, the stench had dissipated.

But the prisoners found that the grass that had been watered yesterday doubled in height overnight, with fat stems and thick leaves fluttering in the wind.

This is by no means dug out and replanted, because the soil is still the same soil and has not changed.

"how did you do that?"

"Is it really the blessing of the chamber pot god?"

This era, in a way, is ignorant.

One can imagine how crazy it is to dig out the frontal lobe to treat mental and psychological diseases.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Andrew Miller: "It seems that the priest's prayer has worked. Praise the God of the Chamber Pot, he must have heard the call of his people."

"Scavenger, I want to join the Stink Club!"

It turned out to be the leader of the Jewish gang who spoke.

This was the first gang to join the Stinky Society, causing a commotion.

"are you crazy?"

"Aren't these damn money-playing Sidneys always careful? What's wrong this time?"

Sydney, Sheeny, this is a derogatory term for Jews.

The defection of the Jewish gang caught many gangs by surprise.

Some Asians, Africans, Greeks and Scandinavians who wandered on the edge of the prison followed suit and chose to stand in line.

Seeing that the Rausch's Chamber Cult became more and more inflated, the Italian Brotherhood and the Irish Gang began to fear.

They are the biggest gang here.

But in just a few days, any of their individual teams has been crushed by the smelly club in terms of numbers.

This is not a good sign.

As Zhao Chuanxin baptized these people, the Italians and Irish even whispered together.

After Zhao Chuanxin completed the baptism ceremony, he pointed at them: "From now on, there will be peace in Xinxin Prison. If you have any disputes, you should come to Godfather Andrew Miller and sit down to discuss. Any disputes that have not been mediated by the priest, They are all regarded as a provocation against the Smell Society, so don't say it was unpredictable!"

Italians and Irish do not speak.

To say nothing is to resist.

Why do you meddle in my business?
Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin just smiled and said nothing.

Let's put it here and watch their performance.

When the Italians and Irish were getting nervous, a prison guard hurried over and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Sir, a lady is here to visit the prison..."

(End of this chapter)