mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 389 Humanoid Lie Detector

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew from the door and watched the father and daughter in the room crying.

Abraham Cohen scratched his head: "Mr. Chen, I'm a little confused. If Margaret was frightened by witnessing the assassination of a factory owner a few years ago, it left a shadow in her heart. Then, does the devil exist? If not , but you just realized that the exorcism was successful..."

He is a ghost, and has never seen a real supernatural force.

But what he saw and heard today subverted his cognition.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin's acting skills are too high, and Uncle Jiu can't catch up with him while he is still alive, so he bluffed these people.

The scepter of redemption spun between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, turning out an afterimage.

He grasped it suddenly, pulled out the Elf carving knife, his wrist trembled violently, the blade changed and sawdust flew.

A moment later, a ferocious Zhong Kui head appeared on the door frame.

He said lightly: "I don't know if the devil exists or not. But I am serious about saving lives! Do you want to try?"

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers gasped as they watched.

"Ha, haha, don't try it..." Abraham Cohen laughed dryly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the rapidly forming Zhong Kui's head on the door frame, and was very satisfied with his progress in knife skills.

Arthur Gompers undid his daughter's wrist and led her out.

After hesitating for a while, he pretended to be polite and said, "Sir, in order to thank you for saving my daughter, I would like to keep you for dinner."

In fact, this is a polite talk.

Westerners are not completely ignorant of politeness.

however,
Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, prepare more, here are all big eaters!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He just wanted to ask Zhao Chuanxin to bring Abraham Cohen at most, but he didn't want to keep Brother Smith, Isaiah and Marcus Nkrumah.

Just about to refute, but remembering what Zhao Chuanxin said before, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

Zhao Chuanxin has always been less polite than Westerners. He sat in the main seat with a big horse, raised his hands and gestured: "Come on, you are welcome, sit down. Madam, please serve us some tea first."

The woman said angrily, "I'm not a servant, I'm a hostess!"

"Oh, good Mrs. Gompers, remember that the tea should not be boiled, but boiled."

"I'm not a servant..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

Arthur Gompers could only wink at her.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, everyone is sitting on pins and needles, with their buttocks slanted left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Arthur Gompers: "You work in the Labor Federation, so you should have a lot of contacts, right?"

Arthur Gompers's haggard face showed a trace of complacency: "I know some people."

It's not just that he knows some people, from the political circles to the bottom workers, and there are various capitalist employers in between. His position is now more like a broker, not just serving the bottom workers.

"That would be great, find someone for me."

"Who?"

"A New York police detective named Charles Baker helped me find out where he was hiding."

Arthur Gompers breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was just helping to find someone.

"What do you want this detective to do?" But he still asked more.

"It's nothing, I want to teach him what silence is golden."

Arthur Gompers was more at ease.

It's not a big deal after all.

The atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Abraham Cohen is a quick-witted young Jewish man. From the mysticism of exorcism, to the mysteries of the universe and personal spirituality of the Kabbalah School, to economics, he can brag a little about everything. This is without fragmented knowledge. Times are rare.

This guy has various means of making a living, like a wizard, exorcising demons, working as a coolie, selling fruit, and once posing as a Wall Street financial broker to defraud a sum of money.

The topic was extended to Wall Street. Arthur Gompers said indignantly: "People on Wall Street are liars! Especially Thomas W. Lawson, this person is particularly hateful. He advocates economic recovery and false prosperity in the stock market. The funds of workers who have money are being cashed out, and a large number of workers are unemployed, which is going to happen."

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin had a faint feeling in his heart.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the poor in the United States, but he cares about his own pocketbook.

Abraham Cohen said with emotion: "Times have changed. People used to know how to be pragmatic, but now people only know how to be opportunistic."

"Yes!" Arthur Gompers seemed to have found a bosom friend: "As my father said, there are two types of investment. Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller are honest investments, while Jay Gu It's dishonest investments that have been made by the likes of Alder and Edward Henry Harriman, who are terrible people."

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

Coughed a few times.

Arthur Gompers was not pleased.

What do you mean?
Disagree with his father's point of view?

He adores his father very much.

"Mr. Chen, don't you think so?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Hehe."

Arthur Gompers is a very emotional person. He blushes and has a thick neck: "I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion."

"Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller, do you know who they are? Do you know what methods they used to accumulate wealth?"

"This..." Arthur Gompers frowned: "They invest in industries, keep their feet on the ground, and increase jobs, of course I know!"

"Then do you know that Rockefeller had a security department that acted as a thug for him, violently seizing land and monopolizing, and attacking opponents? He knows how to teach people that silence is golden."

Abraham Cohen interjected: "I have heard a joke that when Rockefeller was doing charity, the poor did not accept his funding, thinking that his money was dirty."

Arthur Gompers was a little speechless.

But he still refused to accept it, and quibbled: "When accumulating wealth, some things are unavoidable."

"Fart! Those nasty things he did with his feelings can be forgiven, but other people's opportunistic actions are unforgivable, right? They're all the same breed."

The thoughts that Arthur Gompers had been indoctrinated by his father for a long time could not be easily shaken.

The highest level of deception is to convince yourself to believe.

The words of Zhao Chuanxin and Abraham Cohen did not convince Arthur Gompers.

"It's different," he said.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about this."

"..." But some of the reasons that Arthur Gompers had just thought of hadn't been said yet, and it felt like a stick in his throat, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.He suddenly realized: "Silence is golden? You want to find Charles Baker and teach him that silence is golden? Are you going to..."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the servant started serving food, he interrupted him: "You just need to find someone, eat first, and stop gossip!"

Arthur Gompers said in his heart: Boy, the topic switch is in your hands, you can turn it off if you say so, right?
Marcus Nkrumah has developed a habit. When the meal is served for him, he subconsciously wants to leave the table with the plate.

In Ethan Manor, servants are not allowed to sit on the table.

Zhao Chuanxin called him to stop: "You can eat on the table today."

"Oh."

Marguerite Gompers was taken to the bath by her mother and returned in clean clothes.

Although this little girl is thin and bony, she is white and clean. If she is fatter, she can be called a porcelain doll.

It's just that the body is bruised and purple, and the strangle marks on the wrists are more like being abused, which is terrible.

When she arrived at the dinner table, she was a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, but unconsciously wanted to get close to him.

It is the instinct of living beings to move closer to the strong.

"Sir, can you stay with me for a while?" She timidly asked Zhao Chuanxin, completely different from the ferocious appearance when she was "possessed" before. "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."

She looks like a perfectly normal person now.

Based on this alone, Arthur Gompers and his wife are extremely grateful to Zhao Chuanxin.

It took only an hour for Zhao Chuanxin to get rid of the root cause of her illness. This is simply a miracle!
"That won't work, I still have things to do." Zhao Chuanxin categorically refused to be a nanny, and then he said to Abraham Cohen: "It's okay for you to gather the people from your Jewish gang tomorrow?"

Abraham Cohen showed hesitation: "Sir, although my cousin is very handsome on the street, I am just a marginalized little character, and I am afraid I can't call many people."

Just about to speak, Marguerite Gompers whispered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear, "Sir, he's lying."

Huh?
After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, his eyes widened: "Abraham, you are lying to me!"

Captain Zhao's King Kong glaring look is not something everyone can bear.

Abraham Cohen felt a sense of oppression, and stammered: "I... I can summon ten... No, more than 20 people."

Zhao Chuanxin became interested and winked at Marguerite Gompers.

How did she judge the lie?

Marguerite Gompers took the initiative to help him explain his doubts: "I can see through other people's hearts through their expressions!"

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin that when Marguerite Gompers described the scene of hell in Dante's "Divine Comedy", the people outside the door seemed to be hypnotized.

This little girl has a bit of sense!
He asked in a low voice, "Why don't you talk about it, who did you learn this from?"

Marguerite Gompers's silver spoon circles the dinner plate: "My father used to find me a therapist and I learned from him."

As far as Zhao Chuanxin knew, some people knew how to hypnotize at this time, but no one studied micro-expressions.

He speculated that Marguerite Gompers' abilities were mostly due to her childhood trauma, and the psychiatrist just opened one of her windows.

So, he whispered: "For a while, help me see if they are lying."

Marguerite Gompers nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Abraham Cohen: "Is your manpower reliable?"

Abraham Cohen was very slick: "They should give my cousin face."

Marguerite Gompers shook her head slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the table: "How dare you lie to me? Tell the truth!"

Abraham Cohen was a little confused: "Well, since my cousin was imprisoned in Sing Sing Prison, these people have become a mess. They have no jobs, are oppressed by the Irish and Italians, and can hardly even eat. Now For them, the most important thing is work..."

I, Cao... This is a human lie detector!
Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but took out a candy ball from the secret realm and handed it to Marguerite Gompers under the table.

One big and one small, tacit understanding.

Then Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the stubble on his chin and pondered, and looked at Arthur Gompers.

Arthur Gompers shook his head quickly: "Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't help. There really aren't that many jobs now, and I'm also powerless! Unless my father speaks, but my father will not make promises easily."

The economic crisis in 1907 would break out in less than a month.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin thought he was telling the truth.

So, what to do?
(End of this chapter)