mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 399 Good words are hard to persuade a damn ghost
Seeing her waving outside, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't squeeze in.

He took out a long bamboo embryo from the secret place, wrapped two sandwiches on it, held the tail with one hand and handed it out.

The bamboo embryo was long, and a heavy object was placed on the head. Zhao Chuanxin pinched his tail with only one hand, his forearm muscles bulged, and his hand was as firm as a rock.

Rachel Kervis froze for a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin is tired, rascal, and a bit lewd.

But at the same time, he is strong, responsible, and full of masculinity like a lion.

"Go on, why am I exhausted?" Zhao Chuanxin reminded.

"Oh, alright."

After she took it, she was not in a hurry to leave. While eating, she looked at Zhao Chuanxin, who was busy with Benjamin Goldberg.

The two masters and apprentices cooperated tacitly. At first, Zhao Chuanxin cooked and served meals, and Benjamin Goldberg only charged money.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin was too busy, and Benjamin Goldberg took over the work of serving meals and collecting money, making money in full swing.

When she heard that Zhao Chuanxin was going out to sell food, she felt that Zhao Chuanxin was just playing, just like George Maher.

But now it seems that this is not just as simple as playing.

This man is really amazing, Yun Wenyun Yun Wu, will never be seen through.

Don't look at when it was shipped, there were a lot of crayfish.The lobster tails can be pulled out, and there is very little shrimp meat that can be used as stuffing.

Not long after, Zhao Chuanxin consumed all the ingredients.

He had to shout: "Okay, it's sold out, it's sold out, let's all go back."

"Shet, I waited in line for 10 minutes and you just told me this?"

"Man, hurry back and prepare some more."

"Yeah, the Harvest Festival doesn't end until evening."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that, took out a rag to wipe the dining table and operating table, and then closed the car window with a "bang".

Get into the driver's seat: "Good dogs don't block the road, let them all out. Fight!"

A car of dust.

Leaving behind numerous cursing diners.

Benjamin Goldberg opened the front window and said excitedly: "Master, the total here is 12 dollars and 28 cents. We only sold it for more than two hours. If we sell it all day, wouldn't we have to earn more than [-] yuan a month?" A thousand dollars?"

"Don't dream, today is the Harvest Festival, how can there be so many people?"

Benjamin Goldberg seems to have been poured a bucket of cold water.

Zhao Chuanxin parked the car in front of the shoe store in the town.

After entering the door, ask: "Boss, it's me, are my boots ready?"

The boss raised his head wearing reading glasses, his bald forehead was shiny: "Oh, it's you, it's already been done, I almost thought you didn't want it."

Zhao Chuanxin took the boots and looked at them repeatedly. The workmanship is very meticulous, and it is sewn with Goodyear craftsmanship.

The soles are thick rubber with Wounds of War leather padding in the middle.

The fly in the ointment is that the sole is flat and the grip will not be particularly strong.

Zhao Chuanxin used his index finger to measure the thickness, and felt that it was thick enough, so he took out the elf carving knife and carved the universal tire pattern on the sole.

The owner of the shoe store widened his eyes: "What is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Look at the lines, there are lines in every direction, which ensures the grip, and you won't fall no matter how you change the direction. It's like a car tire. The deep lines can also make the water run faster. Drain it, and it won't slip in rainy days."

I boiled it, and the shoe store owner blinked: "Let me see again."

Zhao Chuanxin put away the shoes: "Why?"

The owner of the shoe store said anxiously: "At worst, I won't charge you for the shoes."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Well, give me another pair of shoes for my apprentice, and a pair of shoes for one of my servants, and I will teach you."

The boss gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the paper and drew the lines on it.

Then I picked out a pair of shoes for Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah, and told the owner of the shoe store: "The carriage is at the door, please help watch it. We are going to the Harvest Festival, and we will go back as soon as we go."

"no problem."

Zhao Chuanxin took Benjamin Goldberg away quietly.

The owner of the shoe store looked at the drawing contentedly: "Hehe, I'm going to apply for a patent. Isn't this worth more than three pairs of shoes?"

After going out, Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, we can apply for a patent."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, lifted the shoe up, and re-drawn it with an elf carving knife. The original circular pattern became a cone.And the size of each stripe becomes irregular.The middle part is a U-shaped drainage groove.

"This is the sole pattern worthy of patent application. If you give him that pattern, it will be regarded as the first generation pattern, and mine is the fifth generation. Whether it is drainage or anti-slip, it is far inferior to this pair. If we apply for a patent at the same time, his pattern will directly Be eliminated."

Benjamin Goldberg: "…"

Master is really cunning!

On the square in the center of the town, there are full ears of wheat and ribbons hanging everywhere.

A group of cellists and violinists were playing the violin to warm up the field. Men, women, and children were already dancing around in the field.

Zhao Chuanxin saw Rachel Kvis and Samuel Goldberg.

He was taken aback: "Your father didn't go to Wall Street today?"

"He was invited by the mayor, so he took a day off."

Zhao Chuanxin went to meet Samuel Goldberg.

"Samuel."

Samuel Goldberg smiled and nodded: "Ethan."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How is your career?"

"It's in full swing." Samuel Goldberg said proudly. "Although the big market is down, I'm okay."

In the nineteenth century, when the bourgeoisie was engaged in conquest, the middle classes all over the world were very confident in their civilization and their means.

But until the end of the 19th century, their material life could not be called comfortable.

For example, France concocted a word - bourgeois food.

To show their good life.

Samuel Goldberg lived a small life with a lovely wife, a troubled son, a richly decorated home, fine fabrics, and a car to go in and out, which made him very proud.

"..." If given the chance, Zhao Chuanxin would not leave a dead body on Wall Street. "Since the big market is sluggish, don't act too hastily."

"Ethan, you are an outsider when it comes to bankers, and you can't look at things on the surface. There are often huge opportunities in crises..."

Good words are hard to persuade a goddamn ghost.

Zhao Chuanxin simply shut up.

Even if he hadn't been involved, the financial crisis of 1907 would have been powerful enough to destroy many businesses and bankrupt many middle-class people.

What's more, there is Zhao Chuanxin helping the flames.

Rachel Kervis said, "It's my turn, I'm going to get ready. By the way, Ethan, I can't find anyone to play the drums for me. Can you help?"

"This..." Zhao Chuanxin didn't beat the drum.

"Do me a favor." Rachel Kervis showed a pitiful expression.

Samuel Goldberg also said: "Ethan, please help her, she values ​​this performance very much, and can help our family integrate into North Tarrytown."

Zhao Chuanxin bit the bullet: "Then, all right."

There was still some time, and Rachel Kervis took Zhao Chuanxin to a secluded place for a little rehearsal.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I think it's better to sing this song in the evening."

"Really?" Rachel Kervis pondered for a moment: "I can go and talk to the mayor."

She began to sing in a low voice, thanks to Li Shutong's knowledge of rhythm for Zhao Chuanxin.

This is a traditional Irish tom drum, the round drum barrel is covered with leather and can be beaten by hand.

It took him three times before he tried to find the beat.

In fact, this kind of drum is not difficult. Sing a sentence, at most four beats, at least two beats, as long as you concentrate enough, you will not make mistakes.

But Zhao Chuanxin always felt that there was something missing.

After practicing enthusiastically for a while, Rachel Kervis went to the mayor to discuss the performance time.

She came back and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Okay, let's wait until the evening performance."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

What a crime, I have to spend the night here.

At first, Samuel Goldberg and Benjamin Goldberg were here to listen, but soon they got bored and went to other performances.

There are only two people left here.

Rachel Kervis suddenly pulled a pearl necklace out of her pocket and put it on.

Zhao Chuanxin looked familiar at the necklace, didn't he give it to her?
After putting on the necklace, Rachel Kvis secretly looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Seeing him in a daze, he smiled and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

Nonsense, can you say something bad about what you gave me?
Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "It's beautiful, if there is no torch at night, this is the only light."

Blow it.

A blush flitted across Rachel Kravis's cheeks.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked, as if something was wrong.

Is it possible that in order to let the apprentice run around with him, he has to give up his life to feed the "tiger"?
"Ahem, we're almost done practicing, let's go to the show, just wait for the stage."

"Okay." Rachel Kervis nodded, and when she got up, she tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell to the side. "oops……"

Zhao Chuanxin hugged the Irish drum with his left arm, bent down, and instinctively helped it with his right arm.

Rachel Kvis stopped falling, turned her head, and her lips touched Zhao Chuanxin's cheek.

Zhao Chuanxin said "ah": "Rachel, are you serious?"

"..."

I thought there would be some ambiguity, but was interrupted by Zhao Chuanxin's disastrous roar.

Rachel Kvis coughed and stood up straight: "Let's go."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and followed behind with a drum in his arms.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, he said, "Rachel, I didn't mean you..."

Rachel Kervis was annoyed, and turned her head abruptly: "Why, do you still want to condemn me morally? It was just an unintentional act just now."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin continued: "I'm not talking about you. If you want to kiss me, you can be generous. I, Ethan, have been upright in my life. Don't engage in these crooked ways with me. Come, I will give you another chance."

As he spoke, he brought his face closer.

"…" Rachel Kervis gave him a push.

The atmosphere became harmonious again.

This is Captain Zhao's instinctive talent.

Back outside the open-air stage, Zhao Chuanxin stood in front of a handsome middle-aged man with big eyes and deep eyelids, wearing an elegant suit that was incompatible with the people of North Tarrytown.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him and said, "Anyone who has a sense of public morality will not stand in the way here."

The middle-aged handsome guy was stunned: "I watched the show, didn't it block your way?"

Zhao Chuanxin pushed him away and replaced him: "You need to reflect more, so you can do it yourself."

Middle-aged handsome guy: "..."

Rachel Kervis gave him a blank look: "You're such a rascal."

"Such a good position, of course, is for the virtuous. Does he think he can do whatever he wants because he is handsome?"

The middle-aged handsome guy couldn't laugh or cry: "I haven't left yet."

It was getting dark.

A bonfire is lit.

The dance pauses.

Because it is close to New York and learning from Broadway, the mayor also found a host to come on stage and introduce the show in suits and shoes.

"The next show, "Savage Daughter" by Ms. Rachel Kervis solo."

At this time, Rachel Kervez and Zhao Chuanxin realized that it was their turn to play.

So he hurriedly drilled behind the scenes.

The handsome middle-aged man was surprised that they both wanted to perform on stage?

Behind the scenes, Rachel Kervis looked back at Zhao Chuanxin nervously.

Not everyone has the courage to stand on stage and face the crowd of audience with peace of mind.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and patted her butt: "What are you afraid of, isn't there me?"

(End of this chapter)