mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 424 The Hit Secret

Chapter 424 The Hit Secret

Big Smith is talking here, and while Rebecca Levi is making sandwiches, she is also dealing with a man who saw the investment advertisement and talked about joining.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll talk to you when I'm done."

Rebecca Levi tried to suppress her excitement.

Although this is not the West, New York is also full of gold.

Second Smith stared hotly: Is it really so easy to earn money?
At this time, Li Xiling was the one who carried out the work the most smoothly.

He's just talking in Mott Street, Broome Street, Elizabeth Street and Chinatown - there's a chance to make money, come on!

An Liangtang is a decent person, a representative of inappropriate and bad food.

Li Xiling's speaking strength was second only to Situ Meitang.

As soon as this remark came out, the responders were like clouds.

In one day, there were more than a dozen franchisees, all of whom were Chinese businessmen, and some were waiting and watching.

And Abraham Cohen, who was going to Sing Sing Prison in Ossining, felt a little anxious at this time.

He knew that Big Smith and Li Xiling were all working hard to make money, but he was doing things outside the circle of making money. It was tormenting to think about it.

But he made up his mind that Zhao Chuanxin's affairs must be done properly. The boss's head is full of real gold. He will ask him for advice when he goes back. Still fast.

Thinking wildly along the way, the public carriage arrived at Sing Sing Prison, Abraham Cohen paid the fare, straightened his suit, and walked into the prison.

After layers of body searches and inspections, he finally saw Andrew Miller.

Andrew Miller was also wearing a black Dallaris at this time, with a Roman collar.

Abraham Cohen was taken aback for a moment: Why is this man a priest?
Andrew Miller was also stunned. He thought it was Zhao Chuanxin who came.

"you are?"

"I'm Abraham Cohen, and the boss asked me to come see you."

Andrew Miller frowned, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes: "Boss? Did the leader say anything?"

"The leader? The boss said that he would let you rest assured that Rockefeller will not touch you again."

"That's it?" Andrew Miller was even more disappointed.

"By the way, what's more, the boss said that after the court session, he will find a chance to get you out."

Andrew Miller widened his eyes: "Really?"

"Well, let's prepare for the trial first, and Rockefeller must be dragged into the water."

When Andrew Miller was gone, the guards told Abraham Cohen to leave.

Abraham Cohen said, "I have one more person to meet..."

Of course he wanted to see his cousin.

Unlike Andrew Miller, who was wearing a priest's robe, my cousin walked like a hooligan, with his hands cuffed in front of him, dangling, his nostrils upturned, and his beard was white but tugged at two to five to eighty thousand.

When he saw Abraham Cohen, he tilted his head and squinted at him: "You son of a bitch, it's been so long since you came to see me? Look at you now, you're dressed like a dog, and those who don't know think you're on Wall Street And work. You didn't take advantage of Rebecca's idea while I was away, did you?"

With a blank expression on his face, Abraham Cohen took out a cigarette, handed him one, lit it for his uncle, and smoked one himself.

He said lightly: "I'm very busy, so I don't have time to see you. Rebecca is fine, and I take good care of her."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "care".

The cousin got angry when he heard it: "Dog thing, she is your cousin..."

Abraham Cohen sat quietly, unmoved by his anger: "Cousin, let me tell you, your people, I have taken over, they were bullied by Irish gangs and Italians, and lived in poverty .I gave them a bite to eat, you think that's all right?"

It's okay to be weird.

My uncle's nose flared, as if he was about to explode and hurt someone at any moment.

But Abraham Cohen was unfazed.

Sure enough, in the end, my cousin still suppressed his temper: "Well, anyway, the team will disperse sooner or later, it's better to cheapen you than outsiders."

Abraham Cohen smiled confidently.

The new Lion King has taken over and is already unstoppable.

The cousin's white beard trembled, he narrowed his eyes to look at him, and suddenly said: "I want to tell you some bad news."

Abraham Cohen leaned back, flicking the soot: "What news?"

The uncle stared into his eyes and said: "Isaiah's mother came to the prison, visited his brother, and told him what you did outside."

"So what?" Abraham Cohen thought of what Zhao Chuanxin had told him, and disapproved.

He has already contacted Situ Meitang's lawyer, Xiao Luo, as a legal consultant.

The cousin showed a playful smile: "You got the position by relying on the leader, right?"

This is the second time Abraham Cohen has heard the term "leader".

What kind of leader is the boss?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything about the Night Pot Sect outside.

"I gained the status through my own efforts." Abraham Cohen emphasized with a frown. "Even if my boss praises me, it's because my intelligence is valued."

The cousin was not interested in his self-promotion, so he sneered and said, "Hey, do you know that Isaiah's brother is about to be released from prison? He might find trouble with you or the leader!"

Abraham Cohen's face changed slightly.

He didn't underestimate anyone.

Just like Charles Baker, he is nothing more than an ant in front of the boss, but he can still cause a little trouble to the boss by surprise.

"Is he crazy? How dare he?"

The uncle sneered and said, "Family love can make people go crazy. However, if you can get me a sum of money, I will help you solve this trouble in Xinxin Prison."

Abraham Cohen was smart, but too smart a lot of the time.

He now regards himself as Zhao Chuanxin's deputy, and feels that Zhao Chuanxin cannot be involved in everything. A qualified deputy must be able to take the initiative to solve troubles for the boss.

He pinched his cigarette and asked, "How much do you want?"

All kinds of gains and losses, quickly lingering in my cousin's mind, and said a number in a moment: "I want 400 yuan!"

Abraham Cohen wanted to stand up, but held back: "No, there are too many."

Four hundred dollars at this time is almost equivalent to thousands or even ten thousand dollars in the 21st century.

This is not a small amount. Maybe Abraham Cohen will easily come up with it in the future, but not now.

The uncle's eyes rolled, asking for a lot of money to pay back the money on the spot, he pretended to take a big step back: "Halve, 200, not less than a cent."

Abraham Cohen still shook his head: "100, if it works, I can give it to you now."

"make a deal!"

Abraham Cohen reached for his pocket, but suddenly said: "Don't you think it would be better to give the money to Rebecca? Do you know how difficult it is for her to live outside?"

The uncle gritted his teeth: "At the beginning, I solved her brother's troubles, so she agreed to marry me. I was arrested by the police at the wedding, and I haven't dated her until now. Why should I give her money? Besides, I am very I wonder if there will be any difference between giving the money to her and returning it to your pocket."

Abraham Cohen's anger flashed away: "You know, she is not that kind of person. Although you are in prison, she has always kept women's morals and supported herself by herself."

The cousin shrugged indifferently.

Abraham Cohen took out his wallet, counted out 100 yuan, threw it away angrily, turned around and left.

But when he reached the door, he turned around and said coldly, "Nathan didn't escape to another place, but met God, right?"

A trace of panic flashed across the cousin's face.

Abraham Cohen knew the answer when he saw this: "I hope you will do things with money."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

……

Zhao Chuanxin came to the backyard to practice balance.

Marguerite Gompers took a wooden shovel made for her by her master and pouted her buttocks to play digging for earthworms.

She held up the twisting earthworm without any fear, and said, "Master, let's go fishing."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "There are always people who want to harm Master, so Master can't go out."

Disappointed, Marguerite Gompers dismembered the earthworm to vent her anger.

Zhao Chuanxin calmed down, took out the Mosin Nagant runner, loaded the bullet, and set up a target ten meters away.

He said: "Shoot at three o'clock in the morning and evening, and one bullet in the morning and evening. Disciple, cover your ears, and you will practice shooting for the teacher!"

Marguerite Gompers hurriedly blocked her ears, but looked this way with great interest.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the holster and suddenly drew the gun.

He was quick to draw and fire.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Instantly empties bullets.

He walked over and saw that only one bullet hit the target.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

He carefully recalled that although he had the bonus of devil crystal glasses in the past, he often used the wheel to shoot quickly, and he didn't rely on the hang.

Because the rapid fire didn't even have time to open it.

At that time, he could hit a hundred shots, but why can't he do it now?
When he was in Liao, he shot the driver of the current U.S. Consul General Siddell in Fengtian in the back of the hand.

That kind of sudden shooting, there is no time to use the devil crystal glasses.

At this moment, Marguerite Gompers let go of his hand: "Master, this gun doesn't fire at all."

The Mosin Nagant runner's air-holding bullet slot and countersunk bullet not only make it powerful enough to penetrate the steel plate and kill the horse, but also has its own noise reduction effect.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head in a daze, and when he saw his apprentice, his mind flashed.

He said cheerfully: "Disciple, I ask you as a teacher, there is a thing that can be aimed at the gun that my teacher used to have..."

Marguerite Gompers asked curiously: "What is the thing aimed at?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin couldn't describe it, so he said: "Anyway, it's such a thing. If you install it on a gun, even you can hit the target. But, Master doesn't rely on that thing to hit the target. Now, Master There is no aiming instrument on the gun, and the master can't hit it at all. What's going on? What should I do?"

Marguerite Gompers subconsciously wanted to put her finger in her mouth while she was thinking.

But Zhao Chuanxin clearly saw that her little hands were dirty. He had just taken an earthworm, so he hurried over to stop her, and stuffed a sugar ball into her mouth instead of her finger.

Marguerite Gompers clapped her hands: "I know!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: I knew this apprentice was not in vain, and something really happened!

After all, this little girl is good at psychological problems.

Unexpectedly, she ran to the swing: "Master, come, help me on the swing."

Zhao Chuanxin's old face darkened: Is it so unreliable?
He still walked over.

Marguerite Gompers said: "Master, you see, I can swing high as long as you are behind me, and I can swing high without you. But I can't swing high if you are not behind me." So high, because deep down I would be scared."

Zhao Chuanxin's head seemed to have been struck by lightning...

(End of this chapter)

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