mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 392
In the middle of his speech, he suddenly thought of something again, and swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

He didn't remember seeing the man in front of him.

Situ Meitang clasped his hands together, and his tone became respectful: "I'm Situ Meitang, I'm the chairman of Anliangtang!"

Now everyone is confused.

Why suddenly, cloudy and sunny?
Zhao Chuanxin felt that the name was very familiar.

He patted his head and said "Oh", "So you are Situ Meitang?"

This gentleman is a very famous patriot, leaving a strong mark in history.

Throughout his life, no matter what he did abroad, he is worth remembering for the country and the Chinese people all over the world.

Speaking of Anliangtang, Zhao Chuanxin didn't know which onion.But when it comes to Zhigongtang, I think many people feel as thunderous as Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang looked back and said to Li Xiling, "Take people away."

Zhen Chen Yigeng shouted unwillingly: "Boss, how could you..."

"Shut up!" Situ Meitang shouted: "You are not allowed to interrupt this matter, go back quickly."

Li Xiling was also full of doubts, so she had to listen to the order.

Situ Meitang turned to Zhao Chuanxin again and said, "Mr. Zhao, let's take a step to talk."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that he recognized him, so he said to Big Smith: "Take someone to continue to inquire about the news."

The dining car gang also dispersed with question marks on their heads.

Big Smith and Abraham Cohen felt that Zhao Chuanxin was even more mysterious.

Even Situ Meitang of Anliangtang in Chinatown wanted to give him a bit of a noodle!

Zhao Chuanxin led Situ Meitang to the private room upstairs.

After closing the door, Situ Meitang glanced at Marcus Nkrumah who remained in the private room.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's okay, this is my bodyguard."

Situ Meitang smiled wryly: "Mr. Zhao still needs bodyguards?"

"Brother Situ is joking. Although I am well-educated and full of knowledge, as the saying goes, I am a scholar who is useless and needs bodyguards."

"..." Situ Meitang sneered: "Mr. Zhao is indeed as humorous as Mr. Sun said, as humorous as Yu Wenxuan from Chinatown in San Francisco said."

"Huh? Do you still recognize Yu Wenxuan's dog?"

"Yes, there is also a branch of An Liang Tang in San Francisco's Chinatown. I have an old relationship with Mr. Yu Wenxuan. He said that Mr. Zhao is an amazing person. It's really amazing to stand up to the U.S. Army by himself and convince them! Throughout history, Xiang Yu was reborn, and Lu Bu was still alive, and I’m afraid it’s hard to match! Speaking of me, I have been dancing with guns since I was a child, but compared with Mr. Zhao, I can’t judge with the light of the firefly and the bright moon. Especially Mr. Zhao for us I admire the deeds done by overseas Chinese!"

After this flattery, even Zhao Chuanxin couldn't stand it.

He has never been in awe of historical celebrities.

Haha laughed: "Brother, you are overrated. I am handsome, versatile, serve the country and the people, and have a kind heart. I really have no other advantages. I am really ashamed!"

"..." Situ Meitang was dumbfounded, seeing such a shameless person for the first time, he quickly changed the subject: "If you know that it is Mr. Zhao who changed his name from Chen Yi, then you should be happy."

Zhao Chuanxin blushed: "I was wrong about this matter, how about this, you go and tell Chen Yigeng what he wants, I will satisfy him, and the right is the compensation for the right to name."

Situ Meitang hurriedly said: "It's too late for Mr. Zhao to be happy if he can help him a little bit. Compensation is absolutely unacceptable. By the way, why is Mr. Zhao here? Is there anyone I can help you with?"

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed: "Don't say it, I really want your help..."

He told the story of Charles Baker in a nutshell.

Let Situ Meitang send someone to help inquire.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin warned: "Don't reveal my identity."

"Mr. Zhao, I understand the importance, please rest assured." Situ Meitang solemnly promised.

After leaving Cotton Nightclub, Situ Meitang returned to Chinatown.

He found Chen Yigeng immediately.

Chen Yigeng pulled his long face and was punching to vent his anger.

His training method is unique. When he spreads oil on the ground, ordinary people will slip when walking on it, but when he punches, his lower body is as solid as gold.

And he has a bad habit of always carrying a large bottle of oil on his body.

"Boss!" Chen Yigeng put away his fists and said hello.

Situ Meitang nodded: "Don't be angry, after a while, I will give you an explanation, and I promise you will not hold grudges by then!"

Before, Chen Yigeng and Situ Meitang said that besides Situ Meitang, there was only one person he admired most—the god of war Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang couldn't help feeling amused when he saw that he couldn't see Mount Tai.Maybe this is Ye Gonghaolong!

Chen Yigeng, who was kept in the dark, gritted his teeth secretly: Since the big boss doesn't plan to find his place back, then it's hard to say, he has to find a way.

……

After Zhao Chuanxin sent Situ Meitang away, he laughed and said to Isaiah: "Did you see, our team has increased to several hundred people!"

Isaiah didn't speak, but he was convinced.

He saw that the bigwigs in Chinatown were respectful to Zhao Chuanxin, and he saw that Zhao Chuanxin sent a telegram and easily raised [-] dollars.

It seems that nothing can stump Zhao Chuanxin.

In the evening, as Isaiah was leaving, he was stopped by Abraham Cohen and Big Smith.

Abraham Cohen asked him, "How is it?"

The autumn wind in September night in New York was as cool as water. In the thick night, Isaiah curled up in a shabby flimsy linen shirt, shrank his neck and said, "He just sent a telegram, and the money will be remitted there. After clearing and verification by commercial banks, the account will arrive within a week."

What Abraham Cohen looked at was whether Zhao Chuanxin was lying or not and how capable he was in raising money.

But Big Smith's life is not so tight, and he wants to know how much money Zhao Chuanxin has raised.

He asked, "How much?"

Speaking of this, Isaiah will not be sleepy.

He proudly stretched out his index finger and shook it, proud of it.

Big Smith frowned: "One thousand?"

Isaiah shook his head.

Big Smith was impatient: "Stop f*cking tricks!"

Isaiah didn't dare to offend Big Smith, so he hurriedly said, "It's [-] dollars. He just sent a few words and got [-] dollars!"

Big Smith clenched his fist, that was ten thousand dollars!

Cotton Nightclub is not their brother's property, at most it is a partner, mainly helping to manage the venue.

Ten thousand dollars is definitely a big deal for them!
Big Smith smoked a pack of Camel cigarettes for 15 cents, ate a pasta for 35 cents, a piece of sirloin steak in a high-end restaurant cost only 1.5 dollars, and the monthly rent of Abraham Cohen’s apartment was 7.5 dollars...

Originally, Big Smith didn't care about the dining car business, but now after hearing the amount of 1 yuan, he suddenly felt that the business was promising.

The key is that he feels that Zhao Chuanxin has the ability to get more money!
Wouldn't it be possible to boldly expand and think about this business, as long as Zhao Chuanxin is willing, it can be magnified several times?
Not to mention the poor Abraham Cohen, his breathing became heavy: "What you said is true?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes."

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin found that these people were working hard for him.

Big Smith was an unsmiling Negro with a bald head and a big beard and a mess.

At first glance, Zhao Chuanxin thought he had met the real Ruiz.

He could feel that this guy was very excited, but he kept his face straight.

However, for several days in a row, everyone was busy like ants on a hot pot, but there was still no news of Charles Baker.

Abraham Cohen even led people to squat at the gates of several police stations in New York, and learned that Charles Baker hadn't gone to work for some days.

Just when Zhao Chuanxin was about to give up and was about to take John Browning back to Kurdex who was waiting anxiously:
Arthur Gompers took his daughter Marguerite Gompers to the Cotton Nightclub.

Arthur Gompers felt uncomfortable watching the Negroes coming and going.

On the contrary, Marguerite Gompers looked at the pictorial of the nightclub with great interest, and said, "Dad, look at that black cat, it's so fierce."

In the past few days, the bruises on Margaret Gompers's body have gradually disappeared, her skin has become fair again, and her face has blood.

Arthur Gompers smiled, and then said to Isaiah who came back from the outside: "Hey, we met. I'm here to find your boss."

Isaiah stopped and looked at the father and daughter with strange eyes: "It's you. It's the first time I've seen someone bring my daughter to a nightclub since I grew up."

Arthur Gompers smiled awkwardly: "The doctor suggested that I take her out for a walk more often, which will help her condition."

Isaiah shrugged: "You raise your hand, I'm going to search you."

Arthur Gompers felt insulted: "Am I going to meet your boss armed? I'm here to help."

"Sorry, it's an eventful time. Our boss's life is precious, and we all depend on him for food."

Arthur Gompers was so angry that he finally accepted the examination.

He remembered that last time these people were not so respectful to Zhao Chuanxin, and they hadn't seen each other for a few days. Why did their attitudes take a 180-degree turn?
Margaret Gompers looked up, blinked and looked at Isaiah: "I don't have a weapon, I don't need to search, I can't hurt a mage."

Isaiah bared his white teeth: "Of course, ma'am, you are exempt from body search."

The door of the private room was opened, and Arthur Gompers saw Zhao Chuanxin sitting behind the table, wearing a shirt and vest, with meticulous hair, looking at a pile of accounts in rapt attention, holding a cigarette in his hand, the ash accumulated half a finger long without shaking off.

These accounts were sent by Thomas W. Lawson, Zhao Chuanxin's trader.

Because Zhao Chuanxin felt a little uneasy in his heart, but after checking the account for a long time, he didn't find anything wrong.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Chuanxin looked up.

Seeing Gompers and his daughter coming, he showed a bright smile: "Hey, isn't this Miss Devil?"

Arthur Gompers' old face turned black, and he kept his pots open, and his family was afraid that Margaret Gompers' old illness would relapse, so they kept silent on any topic of hell, the devil and death .

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth and came.

Marguerite Gompers's smile froze.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, got up and walked over to pinch her face, which was deformed: "Come on, let me see if there are any shadows of devils. Really, a world without devils is so lonely!"

Marguerite Gompers: "..."

She felt that the devil would never choose her, because this person in front of her could not be offended!

Arthur Gompers hurriedly changed the topic: "I brought you news about Charles Baker!"

Zhao Chuanxin cheered up, and hurriedly said: "Oh, really, Isaiah, you have no eyesight at all, and you still don't want to watch the tea? Margaret, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? I have a piece of it here. Aged old sugar, eating it can cure all diseases!"

Lao Zhao is a real person.

Isaiah has never seen the face-changing superpower in Sichuan opera, so he went out to make tea in a daze.

After Zhao Chuanxin gave Margaret Gompers a candy ball sold in Lugang Town, he asked, "So, where is Charles Baker?"

"He's hiding in the Dorrance gang..."

In terms of interpersonal networks, the combination of An Liangtang and Zhao Chuanxin's shrimp soldiers and crabs is not as good as the American Federation of Labor.

As long as the prince of the Labor Federation speaks out, thousands of workers who are eager to find a job or want to keep their jobs will start looking for clues with high morale.

In an Irish pub, a drinking-job worker gets into an altercation with a member of the Dorrance gang.

The workers who are also members of the Labor Federation are not easy to mess with. They call for friends and companions, and they actually overwhelm the group of Irish gang members in number.

When the fight was about to start, someone showed a police badge consisting of a shield and the inscription of New York City, and warned these workers: "I am Detective Charles Baker, and I advise you to be honest, or I will have to turn you to the police." Board!"

Charles Baker drank two more glasses of wine, and his behavior in favor of Dorrance's help finally exposed him.

(End of this chapter)