mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 393 The Dragon Slaying Project

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed.

He picked up Marguerite Gompers, swayed her into the air, and then caught her: "Girl, from the moment I saw your father and daughter, I knew that you are a once-in-a-century talent, It really didn't disappoint me!"

Marguerite Gompers giggled.

She is not afraid at all.

How could a mage with such profound mana like Zhao Chuanxin not be able to catch her?

It scared Arthur Gompers next to him enough.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Big Smith and Abraham Cohen walked in with exhausted and dusty faces.

They looked downcast.

Abraham Cohen swore: "Sir, Charles Baker, that son of a bitch, hides deeper than mice!"

"Hehe, there's no need to look for it. Rest well for the rest of the day, and I'll take you to fetch people tomorrow!"

At this time, Abraham Cohen saw Arthur Gompers and greeted him.

He suddenly realized that it was the news from the prince of the Labor Federation.

But Zhao Chuanxin kept silent about it.

Both Abraham Cohen and Big Smith breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Unlike later generations, with a mobile phone, you can remotely control it.

The two of them have to run around with their subordinates every day, wearing the stars and the moon, and being busy with the wind and dust.

It would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

After relaxing, Big Smith saw that the atmosphere was a bit dull, so he said blankly: "I can finally rest today. The fly in the ointment is that there is no woman to accompany you to relieve fatigue tonight."

Abraham Cohen sighed, followed by sorrowful spring and autumn: "What I'm talking about is that feelings are really helpless."

Zhao Chuanxin was quite speechless looking at these two dudes.

He sneered, "You're an old bachelor, what's your helplessness?"

"..." Abraham Cohen was unconvinced: "I don't have it now, but it doesn't mean I didn't have it before! Sir, you must know that I also had a tear-jerking emotional experience."

Big Smith asked in a stiff, mechanical tone: "Did you get dumped by a woman? Many women say I'm ugly and don't want to associate with me. I can understand you."

Abraham Cohen sneered: "You are ugly than you really are! I am not like you, because my family disagrees! The woman I like is young, sexy, tall, with a big butt, and her white skin seems to have just squeezed The milk that comes out..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly interrupted: "Your family disagrees? You mean your cousin disagrees?"

Abraham Cohen was surprised: "Sir, how do you know?"

"Zhuo! The person you fucking like is your cousin, your cousin must not agree!"

There was silence in the room, and then a roar of laughter broke out!

Even Big Smith, who had a stiff expression, laughed.

Abraham Cohen blushed and had a thick neck: "Sir, how on earth do you know?"

"Nonsense, in Xinxin Prison, your cousin bragged to me, saying that his wife is young, sexy, tall, with a big butt, and her skin is as white as freshly squeezed milk... exactly as you describe, how can I Don't you know?"

The room laughed again.

Marguerite Gompers also laughed, but her father covered her ears, which is not suitable for children.

Abraham Cohen argued: "Don't laugh, you listen to me. You only know one thing and don't know the other. My cousin's aunt is actually my childhood friend, but my cousin married her back! You know Yes, I don't have a father, I have regarded my uncle as my father since I was a child, and I don't want to disobey him."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "So, you have never lacked maternal love since you were a child..."

Abraham Cohen: "…"

Zhao Chuanxin got up to get his clothes: "Okay, call everyone, I'll treat you to two rounds of drinks at Cotton Nightclub tonight!"

……

Charles Baker was hiding at the home of Dorrance, nicknamed "Grandma".

Dorrance was Irish, with naturally curly hair and premature aging.When a talent reaches middle age, his hair color becomes grandma gray.

Not to mention, at first glance, she really looks like an old lady.

Don't look at his nickname "Grandma", when he started, he was not as weak as the old lady, and was quite cruel.

Grandma Dorrance patted Charles Baker on the shoulder: "Man, you can stay with me as long as you want, don't worry."

Charles Baker shook his head: "After I sobered up, I realized that I had done a stupid thing. Good intentions, but I can't hide here."

"Why?" Grandma Dorrance frowned: "We are old friends, don't you still believe in the strength of the Dorrance Gang?"

"Um, in front of that person, I really don't believe it."

"Watt's Falk?" Grandma Dorrance was a little displeased.

Charles Baker smiled slyly: "Grandma, believe it or not, there are evil dragons in this world. What I need now is a dragon slayer."

Grandma Dorrance blinked. "Dude, who the hell did you mess with?"

"You can't say it, it will deepen your fear!"

Grandma Dorrance is famous for being vicious, bloodthirsty, greedy for money, and lustful, these are his three natures.

He and Charles Baker worked hand in hand, one black and one white cooperated to do countless evil things in New York.

He showed a cruel smile: "Do you think I have ever been afraid of anyone? Others have always been afraid of me! If you want to slay the dragon, can you do without my help? Friends should help each other."

He's brutal, but not a pig brain.

Charles Baker's contacts in many New York police departments are of great benefit to the Dorrance Gang.

The so-called friendship in adversity is true, as long as you help him tide over the difficulties, I think he will wholeheartedly help the Dorrance gang grow stronger in the future.

Charles Baker raised his eyebrows: "Grandma, do you really want to help me? I can't tell you who the enemy is, but I can tell you that this person is even more ferocious than you! This person is so powerful that even the army Not necessarily. When I found out his identity by accident, I was desperate at first. But if you want to be a dragon slayer, you need a lot of perseverance."

"I used to have many enemies." Grandma Dorrance looked at Zixiong: "But, they are all dead! Do you know why? Because it is very simple to kill a person with mental arithmetic or unintentional, no matter how powerful he is."

"You're right." Charles Baker was thoughtful after hearing this, and for a moment he showed a sinister smile: "Grandma, you are indeed a criminal genius! This dragon is very good at shooting, and it looks like a ghost when it moves. I have to Make a good plan, first make him unable to shoot, and then prevent him from getting an inch..."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Grandma Dorrance said coldly: "Go and set up the net now!"

"Remember what you said about mental arithmetic without intention? There is no hurry now, I still have to go out and hide, and you have to hide too! If you really want to help me, you have to reboot first, and don't let women's sex delay important things!"

"..."

……

In the Cotton Nightclub, Zhao Chuanxin invited a group of blacks and Jews to drink for two rounds.

At this time, various laws in the United States were not perfect.

In later generations, if a little girl of Marguerite Gompers' age went to nightclubs, bars, etc., the store would definitely be ruined by the defendant.

But now, everyone just cast strange glances, and they didn't even speak out against them.

Marguerite Gompers observed Zhao Chuanxin with curious eyes.

She suddenly asked, "Chen, are you short-sighted?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't drink, he was in the corner of the bar with his back against the wall.Eyes can cover the entire field.

He shook his head: "Not nearsighted."

Marguerite Gompers wondered: "Then why do you wear glasses?"

"Because of Sven."

"Then why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"You have, I can see through people's hearts. You always look at higher places."

This is the sequelae left by Zhao Chuanxin since he was sniped by the lunatic Colonel Louis Verveld last time.

In the past, he was not afraid of anything, but since then, in crowded places, he will always subconsciously be in a position where he can see the whole audience, and look for commanding heights and hiding places, and use the devil crystal glasses to observe how many people are carrying murder weapons .

He became more and more dependent on the devil crystal glasses.

In this regard, he concealed it very well, and it was difficult for others to detect it, but he didn't want to escape the little girl's "eyes".

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and grinned: "I pulled out the tongue of the last kid who asked me the truth, broke both hands and feet, and broke six or seven ribs!"

"..." Marguerite Gompers stuck out her tongue: "Chen, I feel that you are afraid of something! Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

In many cases, Wuji's childish words are the most soothing.

Her father, Arthur Gompers, was a discriminator, but tonight he went crazy, and even had a drink with a group of black people at the Cotton Nightclub, and had a good time, so he gave his daughter to Zhao Chuanxin to take care of him without worry.

As if seeing Zhao Chuanxin's doubts, Margaret Gompers said: "After you left that day, my father wanted to throw away the tableware used by black people. But he fell in the kitchen and was almost caught by a kitchen knife. Cut his arm. He thinks it's some kind of omen..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

It seems that I was talking nonsense that day, and Arthur Gompers took it to heart.

From time to time, someone came to clink glasses with Zhao Chuanxin.

What Zhao Chuanxin drank was black tea, and he only took a small sip every time he clinked glasses.

Not long after, Abraham Cohen and Big Smith came and sat beside them.

Abraham Cohen asked, "Boss, when will our food truck business start?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "We will catch Charles Baker tomorrow, and the money will almost arrive in the account the day after tomorrow. There are so many people, it is easy to do things, and we can start at any time."

Abraham Cohen pondered for a moment and asked a question: "We have more and more people, are we all going to do the food truck business?"

These Zhao Chuanxins have already planned: "No! Only by reducing the cost can the food price be reduced. The ingredients and seasonings of the dining car must be uniformly deployed. Therefore, we still need to build a processing workshop and a purchasing department. In this way, we can increase a lot. post……"

Once upon a time, Zhao Chuanxin invested in the lo-mei business.

A friend got the recipe and wanted to start a brand.

It just so happened that Zhao Chuanxin had two spare cash and his friend was short of money, so they hit it off.

Although he did not participate in the operation, he visited the projects he invested in throughout the process.

A [-]-square-meter small workshop supplies seven stores, which can be upgraded later.

The food truck business is much the same as that one.

In fact, in essence, this is no different from the integration of small companies by large companies in the United States to reduce costs and grow stronger.

But Abraham Cohen couldn't come up with the idea.

This is the franchise model that blossomed everywhere in the country in later generations, and it was almost played to pieces, but it is very fresh at this time.

The eyes of Abraham Cohen and Big Smith lit up.

"Boss, admit it, you are a genius!"

　Captains, please allow me to expand the ammunition depot first.

　　I haven't participated in a book review for a long time, and let it grow wildly, because some people make complaints about it, and I rush to make complaints in front of everyone.

　　There are many deficiencies in the writing, and Xiao Heizi has never disappeared, haha.

　　I have been learning, hoping to make progress, let's encourage each other.

　　Don't worry about the plot, the climax is not far away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)