mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 440 5000 million, are you sure it is US dollars?

Zhao Chuanxin saw that she was a little flustered, but not flustered, so he sneered and said, "Call it, it's useless to break your throat."

Rebecca Levi didn't call.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin only had a pair of boxers.

The flesh and blood armor is extremely tough, with Kanaka totems all over its back.

The skin on Zhao Chuanxin's face was smooth, more delicate and firmer than most women, but his body was rough, with fine dents and scars all over his body.

That's because Mahina's tattoo tool is a wooden stick that fixes the bone needles polished by the shark's teeth, and she chiseled out the scars with that bone needle and wooden stick.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said, "Call it, it's useless to break your throat. No matter what you call, it won't stop me from getting dressed. Don't try to possess my body."

As he spoke, he picked up the black half turtleneck sweater and dark red checked tweed suit on the bed and put them on one by one.

Finally, there is the newly modified Fortitude Armor. Zhao Chuanxin changed the original tooling into a trench coat with a fishtail design. He didn't wear the war-style M51 fishtail trench coat, which is a hidden income space.

But on the side of the suit, put on a holster, a Mosin Nagant wheel and a horse brand.

Rebecca Levi saw another style of Zhao Chuanxin today.

He really knows how to dress and looks good in it.

Every movement of his hands and feet seems to be moving around at any time, violently hurting people.Wild, but cautious.Just like a lion and a tiger, they are powerful but unwilling to get hurt.

Dressed neatly, Zhao Chuanxin didn't look in the mirror, but went to the window, lit a cigarette, and stared at the night outside the window in a daze.

Rebecca Levi bent on breaking the silence: "What were you thinking?"

"homesick."

"where is your house?"

"..."

This stopped Zhao Chuanxin from asking.

A place where ancestors are not called home.

Nor is a place with its own property called home.

Zhao Chuanxin has thought about this question, but has never had a definite answer.

Home is the anchor point of a person's life, pulling a thread, no matter how far the thread is put, it will not get out of the way.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, flicked it away, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Rebecca Levy is disappointed.

She didn't get the answer she wanted.

This was not that important to her, but Zhao Chuanxin did not answer, it became important.

Zhao Chuanxin moved the table and chairs away, and walked out first.

When he arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall, Zhao Chuanxin saw the "Wall Street Journal" reporter waiting with a camera, who was the one whose camera was blown away by him before.

When the reporter saw Zhao Chuanxin dressed in novelty, his eyes lit up: "Sir, may I ask..."

"roll!"

"Can I..."

"roll!"

"..."

The reporter watched Zhao Chuanxin push the door, enter, and close the door, but he didn't even think of getting angry.

As if he was supposed to act this way.

It feels weird.

The more this is the case, the more anxious the reporter is to find out the identity of Zhao Chuanxin.

He had a hunch that this Asian guy was different from other yes Asians and must have something to do with it.

He didn't leave, and was still waiting in the banquet hall. Every time he opened the door, he would seize the opportunity to take one or two photos inside.

After entering the door, Zhao Chuanxin said to Rebecca Levi: "Find a place to sit for a while. You should eat and drink. Don't bother with these sanctimonious hypocrites. Anyway, if you don't eat, it's a waste. Today is by I pay the bill."

Rebecca Levi couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Chuanxin glared at her, then looked around the audience, searching for interesting figures... no, interesting souls.

But I didn't find anyone who was particularly eye-catching. The most beautiful person in the audience was Rebecca Levi.

Zhao Chuanxin was bored, so he found a corner, pulled the cup and plate aside, and began to eat and drink.

Jesse Livermore came out of nowhere: "Boss."

"Well."

Jesse Livermore saw Zhao Chuanxin's wrist: "Cartier pilot's watch?"

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of tea: "Yes."

Jesse Livermore envied: "I wanted to buy it before, but it was out of stock. This showed that the waiter trembled when he saw it."

The watch was bought by Zhao Chuanxin at the Jesse Penney store in Kurdex for zero yuan.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak.

Jesse Livermore said again, "Boss, don't you think about buying a car? That's new. I'm going to buy a Mercedes."

Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "In today's cars, if you want to overtake a horse, you have to stand up and step on the gas pedal, and you have to kick the fuel tank, but you can't run the horse."

"..." said Jesse Livermore, "then I'll buy a streetcar."

"If there are conditions, the tracks will also be paved."

"..."

It is typical to have two money and don't know what to do.

Jesse Livermore suddenly said: "Boss, do you have a feeling that there is an invisible force driving the development of this world, no matter how rich the rich man is, no matter how powerful the army is, they cannot stop it."

"Don't say it's Freemasonry... You know I'm talking nonsense in the papers, don't you?"

"Um..." Jesse Livermore scratched his head with his little finger while holding a cigarette, "It's not the Freemasons, they don't have the ability and foresight. The smarter the mind, the more stubborn the character. If a group of elites gather together, how can something be easily achieved? I’m talking about invisible forces.”

Zhao Chuanxin continued to eat and drink, not taking it seriously: "Then what exactly are you talking about?"

"I don't know, it may be the rules set by the heavens, or it may be the common will and power of all mankind, or something else." Jesse Livermore said seriously: "For example, this time, boss, you Have you ever thought that if we keep shorting the market, will Wall Street really be doomed? Wall Street will be completely finished, or even cease to exist, global finance will be affected, and then the war will start..."

Wall Street isn't dead, but wars do start.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head: "Haven't you ever thought that the economy should have its own laws?"

"But who set this law? Is the collective consciousness of thousands of people determining its direction? Can individuals change it? Can individuals reverse the pattern of the world?"

Zhao Chuanxin gnawed on the last lamb chop, threw the bone away, wiped his mouth and said, "I want to try it."

"Then how do you know, boss, that you have changed the world?"

"Have you seen my sharing eyes? Knowing the past, present, and future, I really know if I can change it."

After chatting for a while, Jesse Livermore left.

Rebecca Levi refused the conversations of several consecutive people and sat alone in the corner.

She saw Abraham Cohen walking towards Zhao Chuanxin after chatting with others, and she also got up and followed.

Abraham Cohen blushed: "Boss, I have decided that I will join the financial world in the future."

"Oh!" Zhao Chuanxin dealt with the matter with a cigar in his mouth.

"Boss, you should say something."

"Then I will let you mourn in advance."

"..."

Rebecca Levy wanted to laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin is always different from others.

A little discouraged, Abraham Cohen waved to the waiter.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the waiter: "Prepare him a cup of malignant abscesses from rat heads. It tastes like duck necks. It's authentic."

The waiter was confused: "Sir, this..."

Abraham Cohen smiled bitterly: "Give me a glass of whiskey."

What Thomas W. Lawson said probably didn't matter to him.

Zhao Chuanxin downplayed it, but he felt awe instead.

The three chatted one after another, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his wrist to look at his watch: "You play, I'll make a phone call, and I'll go back by the way."

Abraham Cohen didn't want to leave, he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join the upper class.

After Zhao Chuanxin went out, Rebecca Levi also ran out.

Seeing that the reporter was still there, Zhao Chuanxin looked at him with a smirk, but didn't dare to take pictures.

This person is irritable, and someone lost money for hitting the camera, so it's hard to say that hitting someone.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Chuanxin turned his head: "Why are you following me? Follow me?"

"No, no, I want to go home too, and drop by with you." Rebecca Levi lowered her head and stammered.

"Won't Abraham take you home?"

"He went to chat with those people. I don't want to spoil his good deeds. I can go back by myself."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

Whether it is now or in future generations.

Night in New York = danger.

Even a man is like this, let alone a woman who is as beautiful as a flower.

"Women are really troublesome." Zhao Chuanxin complained: "Come and call me, and I will take you back later."

Rebecca Levi was inexplicably happy, but pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to delay your business."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and left.

Rebecca Levi thought about it, and followed up with her skirt.

The Waldorf Hotel has a special mailroom where there are phones, but there are lines.

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, he was in line, and he called towards Kurdex's workshop.

All his industrial sites, as long as they can install telephones, must install telephones and telegraphs.

"Freddie, put Benjamin on the phone."

"Master, wait a moment, I'll call him."

Wait, wait, wait, the people in the back line looked at Rebecca Levi at first and found it pleasing to the eye, but they finally got impatient: "Hey, is it over?"

Zhao Chuanxin held the phone between his ears and shoulders, and said with a cigarette dangling from his head, "Damn rushing to reincarnate?"

"If you don't fucking hang up the phone, I'll go over and grab it!" The people behind were not to be outdone.

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "There are people in the tower, you can grab one and try."

"you……"

Finally at this moment, Benjamin Goldberg's voice sounded: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Two things. The first thing is that your father will have to shed a layer of skin if he is not dead. I guess you will be able to read the newspaper tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Benjamin Goldberg was not surprised, and he was quite happy: "Call him arrogant, and finally suffered a loss."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin said again: "The second thing is that your money has arrived, and you have earned more than 7000 US dollars, which is probably enough to fill your father's hole."

"That's great, master. I'll give you 1000 yuan later, so that he can live a peaceful life. I can't stop worrying about him this day." Benjamin Goldberg asked in a helpless tone. : "Master, how much did you earn?"

"Me? I didn't dare to go too far. I was very conservative and only made a small 5000 million. I haven't finished the statistics yet. At least [-] million."

Rebecca Levi next to her had a "buzz" in her head.

What?
5000 million?

Are you sure it's dollars?
(End of this chapter)