mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 394 Dining Truck Group Boss
Abraham Cohen and Big Smith looked at each other, and then left excitedly.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Quite a big person, but also frizzy.

Marguerite Gompers said, "Chen, I think they're planning something."

Ok?
This little girl has always said something.

What she said is generally not wrong.

Sure enough, not long after, dozens of people, led by Abraham Cohen and Big Smith, surrounded Zhao Chuanxin.

Marguerite Gompers was a little nervous.

And Zhao Chuanxin subconsciously took out the God of War M1907 from the secret realm.

To rebel?
However, Abraham Cohen suddenly took a silver ring and exaggeratedly held it up in front of Zhao Chuanxin with his thumb and index finger.

"Boss, this is dedicated to you."

With that said, he handed the ring to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: What does this mean?
Next to him, Marguerite Gompers pushed him and whispered, "I think you should put it on now."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up, and a group of people stared at him with burning eyes.

He put away the God of War M1907 with a little embarrassment in his heart, tried it out, and finally put the ring on his little finger.

The ring has been oxidized and blackened with many scuffs and scratches.

A Hebrew verse from the Talmud is engraved on the ring: When you save a life, you save the whole world!
Not exquisite, but very flavorful.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin put on the ring, Abraham Cohen showed several intertwined expressions such as relief, seriousness, and happiness.

Immediately after was Big Smith, who handed a brooch inlaid with a sapphire the size of a grain of rice to Zhao Chuanxin: "Boss, this is dedicated to you."

He also changed his name to Zhao Chuanxin and called him "boss".

Then cross your hands in front of your abdomen and step back.

Second Smith brought a beautiful silk pocket square. After folding it, he helped Zhao Chuanxin stuff it into the breast pocket of his suit.

Another Jew inserted a rose flower into the eye of Zhao Chuanxin's suit.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and sniffed, the scent was quite strong.

At this time, most of the flowers have already been defeated, and I don't know where he got them.

Isaiah presented a coin to Zhao Chuanxin.

All offered a trinket, some worth a little money, some worth nothing.

What can be worn on the body has already been worn on the body.

Those who can carry pockets have already been stuffed into pockets.

There are also some odds and ends on the table in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Arthur Gompers might have drunk too much. He saw everyone presenting gifts to Zhao Chuanxin, blushing and yelling with his tongue out: "I have it too, I have it too..."

As he spoke, he took a picture of a copper commemorative medal with the words "1897-1901" and "Commemoration of the Labor Federation" in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

The eyes of Abraham Cohen, Big Smith and others suddenly became sharp.

Abraham Cohen snapped: "Arthur, do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Arthur Gompers blushed and shouted thickly: "I know, of course I know, can't I show my sincerity? My father is Samuel Gompers!"

Big Smith said coldly: "I hope you remember what you did today!"

After finishing speaking, he was pulled away, and the crowd dispersed.

Marguerite Gompers said to Zhao Chuanxin worriedly: "My father...he is drunk!"

Zhao Chuanxin has roughly understood the meaning behind the actions of Abraham Cohen and Big Smith.

This is heavier than a black and white contract.

He cheerfully said to the little girl: "It's late! You have to remember this lesson, adults are responsible for their words and deeds, no matter whether they are drunk or not."

Marguerite Gompers couldn't figure out the seriousness of this matter for a while.

She didn't know that when she ignorantly experienced a nightclub dedication ceremony, history took a nap here, and a behemoth that should not have appeared in the future was born.

It has a not very famous name - Dining Truck Group!
……

On the second day, Zhao Chuanxin personally led the team, divided into three groups, and marched towards the Irish activity area of ​​the Lower East Side, XC District and Harlem District.

Li Xiling, who was sent to help boxing, led Anliang disciples to the XC area; the Smith brothers went to Harlem; Zhao Chuanxin took Abraham Cohen and others to the Lower East Side.

In Manhattan at this time, if you look down from a high altitude, the green areas are slums, and vice versa are bustling areas.

The Lower East Side is where the Dorrance gang hangs out.

Abraham Cohen took Zhao Chuanxin to a bar.

"Boss, this is where the workers and the Dorrance Gang fought. This is the bar where Charles Baker last appeared."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and entered.

Although it was morning, there were actually quite a few Irish people drinking here.

The Irish drink well and have a hot temper.

In other places, even if there are many workers, the workers generally dare not speak out against the gangs.

But the Irish are not used to that stink.

Three taels of yellow soup is eaten, and people die.

When Zhao Chuanxin came in, he was greeted with a look of "just do it if you don't accept it".

Abraham Cohen and others were a little nervous, ready to fall into a hard fight at any time.

Only Zhao Chuanxin came to the bar as if no one else was there, and sat on the high chair: "Boss, serve everyone here a glass of beer except me."

The bald, rosy-nosed boss had a straight face, but he raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "You are well done, buddy, all Ireland likes you."

"Son, God bless you!"

"Oh yeah, early Christmas!"

"Thankfully, I'm out of drink money."

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly eased, and there was applause.

Abraham Cohen: "…"

It turns out that dispelling the hostility is so simple.

Still have to be the boss.

They also sit down and drink beer in peace.

Zhao Chuanxin drank milk and asked, "Boss, why didn't Dorrance come here? You son of a bitch, you owe me 50 yuan and haven't paid it back!"

Abraham Cohen likes to drink.

Don't you know how to be tactful when you ask people?
With that said, will the bartender still tell you?

To his surprise, the bartender laughed and said, "Young man, you are very appetizing to me. The son of a bitch, Grandma Dorrance, must have been frightened by those workers and dare not come."

"He was beaten by the workers?" Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be surprised: "Well, if others don't beat him, I will do it too!"

The bartender smiled happily for a while, and suddenly said: "However, young man, grandma is a ruthless person and likes to stab a knife in the back. Don't provoke him easily. He is a disgrace to us Irish!"

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table.

The heart of Abraham Cohen on the side was almost photographed by him.

Isn't it okay to find fault in an Irish bar?
Zhao Chuanxin roared: "You look down on people, right? You tell me where he lives now, and it's over if I cut him or not!"

Abraham Cohen said in his heart: It's over, let's get started.

But what made him even more astonished was that there was a sound of "hush" in the bar.

A drinker shouted: "The house at the end of McDougal Street is Grandma Dorrance's house. Go, I'll wait for the good news that you've been cleaned up."

These people don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and they just need something to drink with.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the money for the drink, got up and walked out: "Just wait and see!"

After going out, Abraham Cohen wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Boss, this is really unexpected."

In the bar, he was ready for a fight several times.

However, Zhao Chuanxin easily found out where Grandma Dorrance lived in the most incredible way.

Simply a miracle.

A group of Jews cast their eyes on Zhao Chuanxin in admiration!
Is there anything a boss can't do?
Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "If you communicate with a group of Jiu Mengzi, you can't take the usual path."

He was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. When he arrived near Grandma Dorrance's house, he had been observing the ambush point along the way.

But when we got to the house, there was nothing suspicious.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Abraham, I am guarding the front door, and you enter through the back door by knocking on the glass."

Zhao Chuanxin hid behind a few people, in case someone shoots from the house, he still has a back.

There was only the faint "cracking" sound of glass shattering. Abraham Cohen went in quickly and came out even faster.

He spread his hands to indicate that no one was there.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that a neighbor had opened the curtains and looked this way.

Fortunately, telephones are not popular at this time, otherwise it would be quite troublesome for someone to call the police.

He frowned: "Withdraw, take someone to the surrounding area to inquire."

Before evening, the three groups of people converged.

Everyone will report the results of the battle. We can't say that we are playing in vain, we can only say that we have made no achievements.

"I've heard word that Grandma Dorrance is in hiding," Big Smith said.

Li Xiling said with some jealousy: "These Irish people have their properties everywhere. I inquired in the XC area. Grandma Dorrance hasn't shown up for many days. Currently, those places are being taken care of by his horsemen. .”

His jealousy is justified.

The United States is a country of immigrants with a large number of people.

Every group has its own scope of activities.

Chinese people, for example, are usually active on Mott Street, Beverly Street and Chinatown Avenue.

Italians are active on Elizabeth Street, Little Italy Street and Plaza de Mexico.

But Grandma Dorrance, with the help of Charles Baker, has tentacles all over the Lower East Side, XC and Harlem.

Everyone returned in frustration.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, and both Charles Baker and Grandma Dorrance hid, presumably out of fear, not daring to tell about Wilhelmina.

Although he claims to be a professional mage, he is actually a Xibei product. It would be considered nonsense to pinch him. In the huge New York City, there is no way to find out the two people who are hiding in XZ.

So he said to Li Xiling: "Go back and tell Brother Situ that we can cooperate in the dining car business. Put aside the matter of Charles Baker for the time being."

Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin sighed secretly.

Think of him as a happy and unrestrained person like a fairy, but recently he has been tied tightly by various things.

After coming to the United States, he first planned for the economic crisis, designed the God of War series of weapons, grazing, and built workshops... everything was urgent, and now there are chamber pots and dining car groups to work on, and John Browning is still waiting for him to go to Kurdek s.

The stalls are quite large, and it seems that Rang Rang is full of houses, but in fact there are no gratifying results, except for a prototype gun of the God of War M1907.

Counting with his fingers, Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded——Where is my patinaed recliner?

Thinking of the leisurely life outside the customs, Zhao Chuanxin missed the lazy sunshine through the French windows at home in the afternoon.

He lost interest: "Okay, that's it. Abraham, Big Smith, you two go rent a door first, we will set up the office of the dining car group. Build a workshop, find craftsmen who modify carriages, these things will be left to you Go do it."

He decided to continue to be the hands-off shopkeeper just like in China.

Abraham Cohen was very positive: "Boss, put it on me, the office will implement it the day after tomorrow at the latest, wait for our good news!"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, speechless.

My heart says you are in a hurry?
No matter, he was going to the hotel to have a good night's rest, and told Edith Roosevelt about Charles Baker by the way.

I have tried my best.

(End of this chapter)