mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 380 Star Treatment
Mad Bull Bill II let Zhao Chuanxin lead the rhythm, jumping following his body movements.

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin can predict and make it easier.

1 minutes have passed.

Mad Bull Bill II was a little tired from dancing, panting heavily.

The audience in the field fell silent instead.

Some people stared intently at Zhao Chuanxin, while others turned their attention to the stopwatch.

Everyone really wants to know when this unprecedented rider fell from his horse... his ox.

But they were disappointed, because it was impossible for Zhao Chuanxin to fall behind.

He has adapted to the rhythm, like a tarsal maggot, firmly stuck to the bull's back.

Two minutes passed, and Mad Bull Bill II was exhausted.

It gradually stopped jumping...

The audience is even more confused!
Is this the fucking man who put the cow on the horse?

Only Wilhelmina stood up and raised her hands: "You are the best!"

If Zhao Chuanxin felt something, he raised his hand and waved towards her.

Wilhelmina was excited, as if the fans were getting a response from the idol.

Then, Mad Bull Bill II didn't move at all.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips and jumped off the bull's back.

Mad Bull Bill suddenly laughed.

And those few staff members remembered what Zhao Chuanxin had said before.

He said - he will not fall.

At first they took Zhao Chuanxin as a joke, but now they feel more like a joke.

People just like playing.

At this time, the mutation suddenly started.

Mad Bull Bill II suddenly went mad and bumped into Zhao Chuanxin.

This stuff is shady!
Cows are stronger than horses, but only stronger than ordinary horses.

Like Mishan, the tonnage is no worse than that of cattle.

Cattle can pull nearly a thousand catties of goods at most, and Mishan may pull even more.

Zhao Chuanxin dared to compete with Mi Shan, let alone Niu?

Zhao Chuanxin was not overly surprised when he saw it pushed forward.

He spun his heels and turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge, and then suddenly reached out and hugged the cow's neck.

With a clever trick, he shouted loudly: "Pour!"

The already exhausted Mad Bull Bill II crashed to the ground!

The audience is silent!

Mad Bull Bill slapped the railing, and involuntarily thought of the gladiators in the Colosseum in his mind.

The scene was shocking.

"Chen Yigeng, Chen Yigeng..."

More like the Colosseum, the audience began to shout Zhao Chuanxinbao's pseudonym in unison.

Many years later, street stall literature prevailed.Fans claim that in New York at the beginning of the [-]th century, there was a master of martial arts, Chen Yigeng, who knocked an adult bull into the air with one punch, and broke a ten-centimeter iron pillar with one kick...

There was a lot of screaming at the scene, but some people turned pale.

Just today, wanted notices were posted everywhere outside the New York Police Station: Chen Yigeng, the escaped prisoner from Xin Xin Prison, is extremely dangerous. If found, report it immediately. The bounty is 200 yuan!
There are not many people who see this kind of thing, but there must be.

Whether it was a bounty hunter, or a policeman, or an ordinary person who cared about current affairs, when they heard Chen Yigeng's name, they all started to commotion.

There were too many people, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't realize it off the court.

He put his arms around Mad Bull Bill II's neck, and patted the bull's face in a gentle manner: "Are you convinced?"

"Moo..."

Seeing that it didn't dare to be presumptuous, Zhao Chuanxin let go.

Mad Bull Bill on the stage saw Mad Bull Bill II standing obediently beside Zhao Chuanxin, and his eyes widened.

Carefully cultivated and full of aggressiveness, it just stopped?

Mad Bull Bill II even looked at Zhao Chuanxin with some fear.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the stage: "Okay, give me the stud bull and this mad bull Bill II."

The staff looked at Mad Bull Bill, and after obtaining his consent, they went to lead the bull.

When the bull was brought in, Zhao Chuanxin didn't know much about cattle, but he saw that the bull had a wide backseat, a thick post, and a more beautiful color.

Since William Hope cared so much, it should be good.

Mad Bull Bill II is eager to try, and seems to want to contradict the bull.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at it, and the guy immediately canceled his attacking stance, bowed his head and ears, and lowered his eyebrows and eyes.

William Hope came down, followed by Mad Bull Bill.

William Hope's face was full of excitement: "Boss, you are simply a natural born cowboy, I am really surprised..."

"Nonsense, I'm the boss, you are a natural cowboy, if you dare to break your leg."

"..."

Mad Bull Bill's old smile was full of creases: "Congratulations, Chen, your strength is worthy of these rewards."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "I disagree, I think the reward is not worthy of my strength, why don't you add more?"

"Just pretend I didn't say it." Mad Bull Bill walked up to Mad Bull Bill II and touched its neck: "Dude, you're leaving me."

It can be called Mad Bull Bill II, which shows how much the old man has deep affection for this cow.

It doesn't matter whether Zhao Chuanxin wants such a bully or not, maybe it will add to the chaos.

He said: "Since you two have a deep relationship, why don't you convert the money to me."

Crazy Bull Bill shook his head: "How can that work? We men in the west will keep what we say. If the audience knows that I have not kept my promise, they will no longer respect me."

Among other things, this old man has a business mind.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, so be it.

Disobedient, turn around and kill it to eat meat.

Mad Bull Bill suddenly said: "Chen, I have a proposal. Why don't you go to the West with our performance team, your talent will make you a lot of money."

"It adds to the chaos!" Zhao Chuanxin was very annoyed: "I have so much money that I don't know how to spend it, but you still want me to make a lot of money, what is your intention?"

Fake!

Mad Bull Bill turned and walked away.

irritating!

……

Madison Square, not only has a Wild West show, but also a gun show.

John Browning dragged his tired body out of the gun show.

During this period, he spent most of his time at the gun show, and occasionally went to Ethan Manor to wait for the owner of the manor and Freddie Pavitt.

Running back and forth made his old body a little overwhelmed.

After the gun show, he sat down by the flower bed to rest.

He had stood for a whole day, and his feet were a little swollen.

At this time, some people walked out of the Wild West performance venue next to it.

These people were in a hurry, and there was anxiety in their furtiveness.

After a while, a group of police officers with live ammunition were looking for cover nearby, and some even climbed to the commanding heights of the roof, pointing their rifles at the gate of the Wild West venue.

John Browning froze.

what's the situation?
At this time, the performance venue boiled up, and the flow of people surged.

Layers upon layers of people walked out surrounded by unknown people, and there were two cows in the middle.

When he got close to the gate, he saw a tall Asian young man surrounded by him.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands impatiently to the surroundings: "Go back and watch the performance, don't beat me up, sign some names, fuck off..."

Unexpectedly, pretending to be Bobby made him feel the troubles of becoming a star.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin stopped in his tracks.

He glanced across the crowd, scanning outwards.

Then, the impatience on his face disappeared.

He had a happy face and raised his hand to signal: "Come on, stand in front, and I will sign for you one by one. Hey, hey, who the hell, what are you doing half squatting? Stand on tiptoe..."

Wilhelmina next to her was stunned.

Wasn't he very angry just now when he was surrounded by the crowd?
Why did you suddenly change your temper?

She asked her doubts in a low voice, but Zhao Chuanxin waved to the chief secret service agent instead.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Zhao Chuanxin whispered in his ear: "Take Wilhelmina and leave first. There are people ambushing outside, but it should not be aimed at you, but at me."

The chief secret service agent was taken aback.

How could Zhao Chuanxin know what he didn't discover?

But being cautious, he chose to trust Zhao Chuanxin.

Wilhelmina reluctantly: "Why should I go first?"

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "Hey, I will go to you later, I have something to do now."

"But……"

At this time, Wilhelmina was willing to tell him that she would leave tomorrow.

But Zhao Chuanxin interrupted her directly: "What are you talking about? Is the man in charge of this family or the woman in charge? Do you want the hen to sit in the morning?"

"You..." Wilhelmina felt wronged.

I have let go of all the airs of the queen, how can I say that about her?
The head of the chief secret service agent was sweating, he didn't care so much, and two other secret service agents surrounded Wilhelmina from front, left and right, and carried her out.

Wilhelmina turned her head three times at each step.

She really couldn't figure it out.

But the seat she vacated was quickly overwhelmed by enthusiastic audiences, blocking her view.

It wasn't until she got out of the crowd that she asked, "Why did you pull me away?"

The chief secret service agent said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Chen said there is danger, let us leave first."

Wilhelmina opened her mouth wide in surprise, only to realize that Zhao Chuanxin was doing it for her own good.

I couldn't help but feel guilty, I lost my temper just now.

"Then what should he do? His injury hasn't healed yet, so go back and help him."

"Sorry, our duty is to protect His Majesty, it has nothing to do with others."

Reluctantly, Wilhelmina was forcibly taken to the carriage by the chief secret service agent.

But Wilhelmina insisted: "Let's not go, let's look at it from a distance, I am worried."

The chief secret service agent was helpless: "Then find an absolutely safe distance."

And Zhao Chuanxin, who was surrounded by the crowd, said to William Hope: "Take the cattle away, and my property cannot be lost."

Jesse Livermore said before that if you want to short the market, you need additional funds at any time.

It was a big game this time, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to lose money because of a lack of funds, and he wanted to save every penny.

Wait for William Hope to leave.

At this time, Grenville Harper managed to squeeze through the crowd and saw Zhao Chuanxin signing autographs.

He was a little dumbfounded: "Where is Ms. Maria?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows when he saw him: "Hey, Mr. Harper, it's just right, come and help me maintain order."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull him over.

Grenville Harper continued to ask in a daze, "Where is Ms. Maria?"

Zhao Chuanxin sternly said: "You won't even help me with this little favor, and you're still talking about Ms. Maria? Hurry up and go to the front to maintain order."

"Oh."

There were hands in all directions, either poking his eyes or smacking his mouth. Grenville Harper complained endlessly: "Everyone be polite, don't mess up, there will be autographs, hey, don't poke my nostrils, okay..."

With the idiot Grenville Harper at the front, Zhao Chuanxin was able to sign and walk out.

Out of the gate, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The fortitude armor was worn out by him, and it hadn't been washed in the secret realm.

At this time, you can't change clothes in full view, so you have to make a bad move.

He glanced up again, then hid behind the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd and began to move sideways.

John Browning, who was sitting on the flower garden, was also in a daze. He still didn't understand the situation of those policemen, so what was going on with this group of people?Why did they move over here?

(End of this chapter)