mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 425
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized.

It's like teasing a girl.

Originally, a man has the ability to seduce girls with his own charm, but he is used to carrying a huge sum of money. Over time, the charm is still there, but without the huge sum of money, he will not be able to seduce girls.

Rather than talking about the huge sum of money, it is better to say that subconscious fear and lack of self-confidence are preventing him from becoming Neptune.

But here comes the question: how to eliminate this fear?

He asked doubts.

Marguerite Gompers thought for a while: "If you had been standing behind me, I would have been so devoted to playing. But if you left quietly, I could still swing so high. When I found that you were not behind me, maybe I was afraid The boundaries will be broken."

Zhao Chuanxin thought hard, how can this principle be applied to shooting?
While thinking, he used the bullet ejection stick in front of him to poke out the bullet casings one by one, and reinstalled the bullets.

The Mosin Nagant runner is almost perfect in Zhao Chuanxin's view, except that it is difficult to eject and reload.

Fortunately, he can make up for this deficiency with quantity.

After a while, his eyes lit up, and he took out the sunglasses from the photo he took in the newspaper's "King of New York" report from the secret place and put them on.

Quick draw, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Taking off his glasses, he went to the target and looked, good guy, he missed a single shot this time.

He was furious: "I won't believe it!"

He started shooting endlessly.

Once, twice, three times...

Even if he was as strong as him, his hands were numb from the shock in the end, and he lost his level even more.

At last even Marguerite Gompers couldn't take it anymore, and ran back to the house to play.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped in the backyard, yelled, and became incompetent and furious, but to no avail.

The kind of ability that you obviously have but can't use is the most maddening.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up the rapid-fire wheel, took out the horse card, pulled the target far away and shot with one hand.

Before World War II, with the exception of Zhao Chuanxin and the members of the Lugang Town Insurance Team, probably the whole world used pistols to shoot with one hand.

Aiming with a gun in one hand, the other hand is either on the hip or in the pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin held the gun with one hand. Although his grades were not that bad, he was not used to using a gun like this at all.

Then it moved to Weaver shots and CAR shots.

His way is relatively wild, because of his great strength, he can use all kinds of weird postures on the battlefield.

He will conceal the gun with one hand on his waist, and he will also hold his arm and shoot with the gun in his hand and his elbow horizontally.

Sometimes, he even holds the grip with his right hand, and inserts a finger of his left index finger into the trigger to quickly pull the trigger quickly... At that hand speed, a woman will cry when she sees it.

In order to find a sense of familiarity, Zhao Chuanxin tried various methods.

Until the evening glow filled the sky, the tired birds returned to the forest, Arthur Gompers came home, and hurried to check when he heard the gunshots in the backyard.

"boss?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and saw that it was him, so he angrily didn't look at the target, and pulled the trigger hard, bang bang bang...

Empty the remaining bullets, turn around and leave.

Both of them didn't notice, the number of guns, the ten rings of each gun...

"Benjamin has left?" Zhao Chuanxin asked weakly.

"Let's go, he said he's going to North Tarrytown first."

"Well, okay." Zhao Chuanxin went back to the room first, and changed his clothes soaked in gunpowder smoke, otherwise his nose would be choked.

Just as I was about to go to eat, I heard the phone in the study rang.

At this time, few telephone sets are installed, which means that there are fewer telephones.

In the past few days, anyone who calls is basically looking for Zhao Chuanxin.

He ran into the study and answered.

To his surprise, the call was from Rachel Kervis.

"Ethan? I'm Rachel."

"It's me, Tuer fucking, how do you know the phone number here?"

Rachel Kervis on the other end of the phone had Joffrey cheeks, and the "Tuter Fucking" sounded not serious.

"Benjamin came home and told me."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "Fucking disciple, did you miss me when you called?"

"Ahem..." Rachel Kervis choked, and she whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, Samuel and I came to the town to call you, and he was smoking outside."

"Oh……"

Zhao Chuanxin prolonged his voice.

In fact, he was having a good time analyzing Rachel Kervis's voice now.

Perhaps it was because her son had gone home for a trip.

Rachel Kervis asked: "Who are the people following Benjamin? Why are there still black people? Forget about Marcus, you let other black people follow, isn't it safe?"

"It's okay, they know how to measure, if anything happens, I'm not just going to break their legs." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. "You called me just to talk about this?"

"No, I actually want to complain about you."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment: "Blame me? It's the first time I've heard someone happily complaining about me. Am I wrong?"

Rachel Kervis' eyes widened, and she looked out guiltily, only to be relieved to find that Samuel Goldberg hadn't paid attention to her.

His face became even redder, and he spat: "What are you talking about? I want to tell you that your family is almost out of control, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chuanxin has no concept of home. If there is, it must not be the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, but the small villa in Lugang Town.

"Ethan Manor, it is almost impossible to pay the servant's wages. Hua'er discussed with the servant, but the servant was reasonable and said that he could temporarily pay on credit. Hua'er was worried. I said I was looking for you, but she didn't want to delay. You are busy, so you have to figure out your own way. But she can't speak English, so what can I do?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth.

He raised his hand and slapped himself.

During this time, money was poured out like running water.

Xinghui Afterimage Company originally had a reserve fund of [-] yuan, which was stolen from Dahu.

But to build two food processing workshops, hire workers, buy food materials, buy paper, plus the advance cost of refitting the carriage, 1 yuan has already exceeded the budget.

Zhao Chuanxin's pockets are now cleaner than his face.

If he used the money again, he would have to cash out his various collections.

He took a deep breath: "Don't let her think of a way, Samuel will come to work at a Wall Street bank tomorrow, right?"

Rachel Kervez: "Yes. Ethan, don't worry. If you don't have a lot of money, I have saved some money myself. There are more than 200 US dollars. I can lend you first."

Zhao Chuanxin is strange.

She has a very close relationship with Miao Cuihua, why didn't she lend it to Miao Cuihua directly, but went around and borrowed herself?
Zhao Chuanxin joked: "Hehe, are you calling me just around the corner?"

Rachel Kvis was so ashamed, she quickly covered it up: "What? Who cares to call you, well, I'm going to hang up..."

Zhao Chuanxin was just joking, so it can be seen that she was very anxious, and she was a little puzzled: Is there a point?
He said: "Don't hang up, tell Samuel, tomorrow I will go to the bank and give him the money, let him take it back."

"Oh……"

"Okay then, hang up."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone with a snap.

Rachel Kervis noticed that there was no movement, so she put down the phone angrily, and spat: "Damn, I wasted such an expensive phone bill, and I actually hung up on me first..."

"Excuse me, ten cents." The telephone booth toll collector held out his hand.

……

Zhao Chuanxin went to the dining table, sat down and said, "Arthur, lend me 500 yuan for up to three days, and I will give you 10, no, 2 cents interest."

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin would renege on his debts, and he could tell that Xinghui Catering Company would definitely make money.

What's more, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin's interpersonal communication and industry seem to be far more than simple as the dining car gang.

Without further ado, he went back to the bedroom safe to withdraw the money, and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin: "Forget the interest..."

For 2 cents, you can't even get a diner sandwich.

"Whatever you want, one size fits all!"

After the meal, Zhao Chuanxin came to the front door and sat on a chair to smoke.

Gas lamps are flickering on the street, and the last quarter moon of the twenty-fourth lunar calendar is hanging in the sky.

The poor people who go to get off work wear stars and moons, they are the cattle and horses of the prosperous times, and the cannon fodder of the troubled times.

They think that as long as they are willing to endure hardships, they can live a good life.

In fact, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, they will have endless hardships.

Zhao Chuanxin's cigarette butts flickered in the dark, and he couldn't help humming:
I'm not sure, I don't have glasses.It was dark and I had just finished eating.Angry, sad, and crazy, Da Luo and Xiao Luo are all bad, but they are powerless...Call out, God of War, kill for three and a half years.Hitting the enemy's face, aiming the head has nothing to do... I want, what's the use of these eyes!I have it, so what about this armor?Still uneasy, still sad... The world is evil and the road is dangerous, but I still need to practice...

Marguerite Gompers leaned on the arm of the chair, raised her head, and looked at him with her star-like clear eyes: "Master, what are you singing? It sounds very good."

"Master sings about loneliness, it is loneliness that sings."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt and hit the ground, sparks flew everywhere.

He got up and carried Marguerite Gompers on his shoulders: "Let's go, let's go home."

It left a string of crisp laughter for pedestrians.

The night of the 21st century is dark, but people's hearts are brightly lit.In 1907, on the contrary, people dozed off at night.

Zhao Chuanxin endured the drowsiness and opened the diary.

[Weirds and goblins study all night long, while I wait outside the laboratory. 】

[Finally, the door of the laboratory opens. 】

So far, Zhao Chuanxin has become more energetic.

What artifact is about to be born?

[The weirdo pulls his messy hair, distressed and depressed. 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt a "thump" in his heart.

【The goblin was listless at first, but when he saw that I was still standing here, he cheered up and even showed a smile. 】

[I asked: How is the research going? 】

[Weird said: We...]

[The goblin interrupted him: We succeeded. We changed your blue ghost armor into another device, which I call a smart gyroscope. 】

At first, Zhao Chuanxin felt that something was wrong when he looked at it.

After the goblin said something about "smart gyroscope", Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The neighbor’s house is drying peppercorns——spicy next door!
[The goblin kept smiling and continued: This device can assist you in accomplishing many great achievements, and it matches your adventure career very well.It aids in attitude control and even navigation.Apart from having no mouth to speak, it's smarter than any intelligent life I've seen. 】

Whether "I" was fooled, Zhao Chuanxin didn't know, but he gasped.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even feel sleepy anymore, he couldn't wait to write:
【I asked: What exactly did you do to my Azure Phantom Armor?Don't make it clear, we are not done today! 】

(End of this chapter)