mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 406
After walking away, Abraham Cohen asked from behind: "Boss, that man said that even Situ Meitang dared not provoke them. Is that true?"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he and the other two had been beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces just because he defended himself from behind.

Smiled: "It's true."

Abraham Cohen's face changed: "Then shall we prepare?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "It is necessary to prepare, inform our people, let me watch the streets and alleys, once Kang Youwei shows up, let me know immediately. This guy is very rich, [-] dollars is just an appetizer. How can he swallow the money of overseas Chinese? , I want him to spit out everything."

"..." Abraham Cohen doubted life.

Did I mean this?

He has an additional layer of understanding of Zhao Chuanxin: bold and outrageous.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked: "By the way, what are you doing here?"

Abraham Cohen patted his head: "By the way, I originally wanted to rent a banquet hall. Forget it, I'll change to another one. It's not appropriate to compete with them."

Abraham Cohen knew that Situ Meitang was very powerful, so Kang Youwei should be even more difficult to mess with.

He thought it was time to take a step back.

"No." Zhao Chuanxin paused: "Just grab their place, I wish Kang Youwei would find fault."

Not only that, but what this guy is doing to protect the emperor, although it is his cover to collect money, but Zhao Chuanxin gets angry when he hears the name.

Someone in Kang rented a banquet hall, either to gather with a group of people to discuss constitutional matters for the Qing court, or to collect money.

No matter which one it is, Zhao Chuanxin wants to mess it up.

Abraham Cohen gritted his teeth: "Boss, I listen to you."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "By the way, book me a suite."

The sky is cloudy and the wind howls.

The little apprentice Marguerite Gompers felt the change of the weather, and grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's trouser leg: "Master, it seems that there will be thunder, and I am a little scared."

The little girl probably condensed the fear in her heart into a devil before.

Once the devil does not exist, there is nowhere to release the fear of the outside world.

Even the sky is afraid.

Benjamin Goldberg also tried to help her eliminate her fears from a scientific perspective: "Junior Sister, don't be afraid, lightning is just the condensation of positive and negative charges of cumulonimbus clouds and the induction of the ground, it's just a natural phenomenon..."

Marguerite Gompers, however, was unmoved.

Zhao Chuanxin looked down at her nervous little face: "Afraid?"

"Ah."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the two apprentices: "Today, I will show you how to be a teacher!"

That night,

The wind howled, and the black clouds weighed down the city.

In the clouds, there was a faint sound of rolling thunder, but the lightning dragon could not see the end.

On the roof of the Holland Hotel, Zhao Chuanxin's hair was soaked by raindrops and stuck to his scalp.

He wiped a handful of rainwater and said to the two apprentices hidden in the large adult raincoat: "When the Italians accept their godchildren, they have to be baptized; when the Chinese accept apprentices, they generally pay attention to pouring tea and kowtow. Our masters and apprentices are different. Let the thunder and lightning be the witness of the apprentice acceptance ceremony held by the teacher."

At this moment, lightning flashed among the dark clouds in the night sky.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "The two of you hide ten meters away and watch."

When the apprentice escaped, Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck and raised his hand to the sky.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning pierced through the dark clouds, pierced the sky, and arrived in a meandering manner.

Lightning fell straight to the roof of the Dutch hotel.

Benjamin Goldberg and Margaret Gompers both opened their mouths into an "O" shape.

If any cultivator sees this scene, he must ask: Where is the fellow Taoist going through the tribulation here?

After receiving a flash of lightning, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the energy tank and found that it was not full.

He looked up at the sky and raised his hand again.

欻欻...

Another bolt of lightning fell.

Immediately afterwards came the thunder of "Boom".

Seeing that the energy tank was full, Zhao Chuanxin turned off the charging mode.

Turning around and seeing the dull faces of the two apprentices, he wiped the rain from his face, and said in the past: "Go, go, the roof is too dangerous and easy to be struck by lightning!"

The two apprentices: "..."

Generally, when the charging mode is turned on, the thunder and lightning in rainy days will most likely fall on Zhao Chuanxin's Thor's Hammer bracelet.

But if the lightning still fell here after it was closed, he might be fine, but the two apprentices might really be going through a catastrophe.

Back in the suite, Zhao Chuanxin wiped it with a towel, and said to the two apprentices: "From today, you will officially become my apprentices."

Marguerite Gompers took off the raincoat she wore like a penguin, and asked stupidly, "Master, are you God?"

"God, that old guy is very boring. I am your master. Chen Yigeng is my pseudonym, my surname is Zhao, and Zhao Chuanxin. Don't spread the name of master."

Marguerite Gompers nodded blankly.

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head: "Master, this is not scientific. How could you be fine if you were struck by lightning?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, go wash up and go to sleep. Master will take you to the opening banquet of Xinghui Catering Company tomorrow."

Two rooms and one living room, the two apprentices each sleep in a room, and Zhao Chuanxin sleeps in the living room.

Lao Zhao is no longer the old Zhao he used to be, and now he is very good at saving money.

Marguerite Gompers was tempted to say that she was afraid of thunder when she slept.

But I can think of the scene just now: Fake, Lei Dian counts as a ball in front of the master?
The best way to deal with fear is to face it head on.

It's like people are afraid of ghosts, but if ghosts nod and bow when they see people, what kind of shit is they afraid of?
Before going to bed, Zhao Chuanxin took out his diary and flipped through it.

During this time, as long as he was free, he would read the diary before going to bed at night.

There are no expeditions, and the weirdo and his goblin friends have been tinkering with biological intelligence.

They set up a big laboratory, soaking in it all day long and unable to extricate themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the diary, just to speed up the flow of time and wait for the result.

When I was exhausted from reading, I closed the diary and went to sleep.

In the thunderstorm night, the two apprentices slept soundly.

But Zhao Chuanxin's collarbone and the wound on his back were a little itchy, which made him sleepless and woke up six or seven times throughout the night.

When he woke up in the morning, he was yawning and listless.

After getting up from the sofa, I felt back pain.

This made him very annoyed. He thought that the balance technique was a profound and heaven-defying secret book, and the clinker could hardly heal even the hidden wounds.

This fucking is better than yoga.

When he was born, he would sulk, and the two apprentices also woke up.

Marguerite Gompers was young. When she woke up, she found that it was a strange place, and her parents were not around. Her eye circles immediately turned red.

She rubbed her red eyes and left the bedroom, and when she saw Zhao Chuanxin, she plunged into his arms.

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, he was still a great apprentice, like a stick, his mind was flying into the sky early in the morning, and his mind was too empty.

He thought about it, since accepting apprentices, he couldn't just squeeze the apprentices, he had to teach some dry things.

It just so happens that the "gymnastics" such as balance, which can't even heal hidden injuries, can teach them every move and half.

"Okay, don't cry." Zhao Chuanxin stood up. "As a master, I want to teach you a peerless martial art. After you practice it, you can fly over eaves and walls, cross a river with one reed, push thirteen continents across with two palms, and fight three thousand emperors alone with one hand!"

Benjamin Goldberg recalled: "Little junior sister can only cry, it's useless for her to practice. Master, you just teach me, I'm the kind of genius who will never be born!"

Benjamin Goldberg knew many secret things about his master.

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a disgusted look, and he found that the big apprentice would occasionally cross his eyes when he was out of the sky.

What he taught his apprentices was just the most common health balance technique.

Benjamin Goldberg lived up to his reputation as a "wizard". He could be stupid, but Zhao Chuanxin, who taught him, was furious.

On the contrary, it was Margaret Gompers, a little girl who was smart and intelligent, sensitive and studious. With the help of Zhao Chuanxin, she moved with style.

"Look at your little junior sister, this is an incomparable genius."

Marguerite Gompers was very happy to hear this: "Brother, you can do it too. You imagine your body as mountains and rivers, and the movements you have to do are the movement of mountains and rivers, and the rushing of rivers. And your breathing is the howling of strong winds. Follow the rhythm of nature..."

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed that under the guidance of Marguerite Gompers, Benjamin Goldberg actually improved.

Zhuo, this is quite a genius in psychology.

Isn't it a pity to have it in your own hands?

Do you know shit psychology?
He racked his brains to think about the fragmented information about psychology that he had pieced together in the 21st century—it seems, probably, maybe it won't mislead people.

After training and washing up, Zhao Chuanxin took the two apprentices to have breakfast.

……

Outside the Holland Hotel.

The rain is still falling, but it is not strong, and the patter is a bit cold.

Wearing a woolen coat and a top hat, Charles Baker stood at the end of the street and said to Grandma Dorrance: "I got in touch with the Chinese who had a conflict with them yesterday. friend."

It can only be said that Kang Youwei not only successfully deceived his compatriots, but even foreigners were kept in the dark.

Grandma Dorrance disagreed: "What does this have to do with us? The Qing Dynasty was just a backward and ignorant country, and their men always had ridiculously ugly big braids."

"Dude, you can't underestimate anyone, you know?" Charles Baker's eyes were burning: "He hated Ethan Zhao deeply, so he paid for it and sent us a few helpers, all of whom are Europeans with faces."

Kang Youwei has traveled around Europe, so it is not surprising that he has connections in Europe.

"Oh?" This grandma Dorrance didn't expect it: "Then we have a little more chance of winning today."

"Grandma, remember, don't make extra troubles, especially don't let women delay your business. Everything is in order and according to plan!"

"I'm not a rookie who just came out of the rivers and lakes, so I don't need to keep reminding me."

……

Outside the ballroom of the Holland Hotel.

Naturally, Situ Meitang also received the invitation and brought people to the banquet.

He said to Chen Yigeng: "Bringing you here today will increase your knowledge. Believe me, you will be grateful to me for bringing you here today."

He knew that Chen Yigeng's idol was Zhao Chuanxin, but he still couldn't tell Zhao Chuanxin's identity, so he could only give some pointers.

Chen Yigeng said in disbelief: "Boss, isn't it? What do you mean, not only do I want to come, but I also want to be grateful? Boss, I'm so pissed off by you!"

Situ Meitang puts "loyalty" first in everything, and does not use those high-level airs or frightening methods in his imperial methods.

That's why Chen Yigeng dared to express his dissatisfaction directly.

"Damn, will I lie to you? You will know later." Situ Meitang was helpless, and suddenly he saw something on Chen Yigeng's waist, and said in surprise, "Why do you bring an oil bottle with you when you come to the banquet? What's wrong?"

Chen Yigeng was a little embarrassed: "Boss, old habits, I can't change them."

At this time, a tall white young man came over: "Mr. Situ."

"Franklin, come in with me, I will introduce a friend for you later..." Situ Meitang was interrupted, and ignored Chen Yigeng.

This tall white young man is none other than Ronaldinho, the future 32nd boss of the United States, who is working as a legal advisor for Situ Meitang at this time.

The personable Ronaldinho bent slightly, made a "please" gesture, and asked Situ Meitang to walk in front.

In front of the boss, Ronaldinho at this time is just a younger brother.

……

There was a knock on Zhao Chuanxin's door.

Benjamin Goldberg scrambled to answer the door.

Isaiah stood outside the door: "Boss, the banquet is about to start, and Cohen asked me to call you over."

Zhao Chuanxin was already fully dressed. Today he was wearing a gray Prince of Wales suit. For the sake of Abraham Cohen almost begging, Zhao Chuanxin made an exception and also wore a blue satin tie.

He looked out and saw that Isaiah was also in a suit and leather shoes.

He patted his head: "I forgot to give you the money and asked you to buy a suit. Is this borrowed?"

He knew that Isaiah's family was poor, and he used to wear tattered linen gowns.

Isaiah faltered: "Well, um, it's borrowed."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously, and put on the coats for the two apprentices, and Benjamin Goldberg flirtatiously inserted a pen into his chest.

Zhao Chuanxin took out 20 yuan and handed it to Isaiah: "Take this money, return the suit to others later, and buy one for yourself."

In any case, it's my own errands, so I can't dress too shabby.

Isaiah took the money, looked down, and pouted behind Zhao Chuanxin's back.

After Zhao Chuanxin went out, he thought about it, took out the devil crystal eyes and put them on.

The sequelae of being sniped committed...

(End of this chapter)