mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 447 As long as Zhao Chuanxin is here, beat him all over the place looking for teeth
Sure enough, what was supposed to come still came.

Zhao Chuanxin still has some assets that have not been dispersed.

He said in a deep voice, "You deal with them first. As for Shell and Royal Dutch Petroleum, hehe, I'll call the royal family of the Netherlands to see if I can get involved. As for Rockefeller, leave him alone."

Thomas W. Lawson asked in surprise, "Boss, do you still recognize the Dutch royal family?"

"Hehe, I don't know many people, just one."

Just one—the Queen of Holland.

Wilhelmina Helena Paulina Maria, the little Nana of Zhao Chuanxin.

The Yankees are like rising upstarts. Even if their wealth surpasses that of European aristocrats, they still yearn for aristocratic heritage.

Thomas W. Lawson envied: "Boss, you don't look like a mountain, but you really have a lot of friends."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and deal with that bullshit investigation committee."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin found that the pen was useless, and he pulled the nib out of the desk and threw it into the trash can.

He raised his head and asked, "Go on, who smashed the catering company?"

Abraham Cohen gritted his teeth: "It's an organization called the Southern Front."

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "This name is somewhat familiar."

"It was an all-white organization," Abraham Cohen explained.

They are against all people of color.

In my estimation, they smashed our company for two reasons.

The first one is because Xinghui Catering Company was exposed as your boss's company, and you made a lot of money.They don't like Asians.

The second is because yesterday, the Great White Fleet announced the start of its global voyage in accordance with Roosevelt's order. This news may have inspired them, and they felt that the rise of white power had stimulated them.

One of my men was killed by them. "

Seeing Asians making a lot of money makes your eyes turn red, right?
Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "How courageous! The Great White Fleet gave them courage?"

Abraham Cohen said: "Boss, this Southern Front is not easy to deal with. These people are vicious and vicious, and many of them are even retired veterans."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

He thought for a while, picked up the receiver again, and dialed the dial.

The call was connected, and the operator said, "This is the First Precinct of the New York City Police Department. What's the matter?"

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin, let your chief Francis Collins speak."

Abraham Cohen was stunned.

I boil!

That's awesome, okay?
"Zhao Chuanxin" three words, after a long time, once again set off a huge wave in the United States.

Naturally, the operator also knew, he was taken aback: "You, you, wait a moment..."

Not long after, the voice of Francis Collins, who had met Zhao Chuanxin, sounded: "Mr. Zhao, it's a pleasure to talk to you again."

At the beginning, Zhao Chuanxin's alias was Chen Yigeng, and he had a relationship with Francis Collins when he was protecting Andrew Miller in the first branch.

"Francis, as an old friend, I have something to ask for your help."

"..." Who the hell is your old friend?
Francis Collins looked around guiltily to make sure that no one heard Zhao Chuanxin's words, and then said: "Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about, if you can help me, I will definitely help you."

Chen Yigeng was very difficult to deal with, and all the police in New York could not deal with him.

When he learned that Chen Yigeng was Zhao Chuanxin, Francis Collins was even more afraid.

The Butcher of the Far East, also known as the God of War.

Even the Marines with their cannons couldn't beat him.

At this time, the cannon can be called the king of land warfare weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I want you to help me investigate. There is an organization called the Southern Front. Where is their base camp?"

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I will reply you within an hour!"

At this time, the landline leaked a lot of sound. Abraham Cohen pricked up his ears, but he could hear a little bit clearly.

The Chief of the NYPD's First Precinct, Francis Collins, is so kind...

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin immediately dialed another number.

Abraham Cohen clearly heard the other end of the phone say: "Hi, this is Roosevelt Manor, who are you looking for?"

Roosevelt?
Daluo?

Abraham Cohen's eyes widened. Could it be the one he thought of?
Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm looking for Edith Roosevelt."

Edith Roosevelt?

Abraham Cohen turned his head and quickly remembered who this woman was.

I'm Zhuo, Da Luo's wife!

"Okay, wait a minute."

Roosevelt Manor is located on the North Shore of Long Island, in Oster Bay, New York.

This is the private residence of the Da Luo family, and it is still open to the public until the 21st century.

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect Edith Roosevelt to be there.

After a while, Edith Roosevelt's familiar voice sounded: "I am Edith Roosevelt, who are you?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

"..." Edith Roosevelt's tone was rather helpless: "I'm not going to say it all, don't mess around, but do you see that what you did is a human thing? I asked you if you had any plans on Wall Street, you tell me I made a small fuss, $5000 million is a small fuss? Well now, the Dow is down 43%, industrial production is down 7%, and more than 180 trust companies have collapsed, and the number is still going up increase!"

Hearing her continuous questioning, Zhao Chuanxin said pitifully, "Don't say that, Edie, I'm socially afraid, and I can't listen to criticism."

"Accusation?" Edith Roosevelt suddenly raised his voice: "Accusation is the lightest punishment for you, you know? Social fear? If you have social fear, we have to be ashamed to leave the door and leave the door."

Abraham Cohen was dumbfounded.

The relationship between Da Luo's wife and Zhao Chuanxin sounds very close.

How do you say this?
Zhao Chuanxin smiled hippie: "Edie, every night I miss you, I can't sleep all night. For the sake of sleeplessness, please do me a favor."

"Bah! Don't talk nonsense, I advise you to be serious."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tell me, how can I get through to Wilhelmina? We left in a hurry, and we didn't have time to communicate with each other..."

Edith Roosevelt gritted his teeth: "I toss and turn every night thinking about me, but when I can't sleep, I think about Wilhelmina, right?"

After speaking, she felt that something was wrong.

But it's hard to get overwhelmed.

It's too flirtatious.

Abraham Cohen's head "buzzed": Stone hammer a leg?
There was a disturbing green light on Da Luo's head.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Don't say that, Edie, we also have some good memories, such as those unforgettable times in restaurants, carriages and when you took a bath."

Abraham Cohen suddenly felt very irritated, after all, he was young, and his nosebleeds were so protruding.

Restaurants, carriages and baths... Can the venues be so diverse?

When Edith Roosevelt remembered taking a bath, Zhao Chuanxin saw it all.She blushed and spat: "Stop talking, leave the phone to me. Now, the time in Amsterdam is very late, and people are already resting. If they agree to call back, you can stay by the phone tomorrow."

"Ham, let me just say, I really can't live without you..."

Before Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

He let it go without hesitation.

Just put it down, the phone rang again.

"I'm Francis Collins, Mr. Zhao, the headquarters of the Southern Front is in the German Village in Williamsburg, the Blue Goose Tavern..."

"Thank you, Francis, our friendship will last forever, goodbye."

Zhao Chuanxin got up immediately: "Go shake people, I want to start a group!"

Passenger traffic suddenly increased on the trams passing the Williamsburg Bridge.

In the narrow compartment, passengers cast puzzled eyes, because they saw blacks, whites and Asians riding in harmony.

This was an extremely rare scene in the crowded environment in 1907.

They didn't abuse or push each other because of discrimination, but judging from their temperament, these people don't look like good people. They look tough, their waists are bulging, and occasionally the carriage shakes. The murder weapon will be revealed.

Therefore, passengers dare not breathe.

At the Williamsburg pier, these people got out of the car and joined another group of equally fierce men who were on the ferry.

Someone vaguely saw an Asian man in a military green coat standing on the pier in Williamsburg.

Blacks, whites, yellow races, all present, all looked at the man leaning on the railing to smoke, and the cold sea breeze made his hair messy.

Regardless of good or bad, at this time Zhao Chuanxin is a symbol in the United States, especially New York.

There are those who hate him deeply, but there are also those who fear him.

See Abraham Cohen, Brother Smith and Li Xiling, they are all here.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt into the sea and turned around.

The black crowd fell silent immediately.

From their faces, Zhao Chuanxin could see a trace of fear.

The Southern Front is not like a normal gang.

Gangs are just trying to make money.

In the Southern Front, this group of people gathered together with a distorted belief, and even ordinary gangs dare not provoke them.

Seeing the crowd quiet down, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Protect our property, protect our friends, do the right thing, and sleep soundly.

Put our iron fists on the enemy's face; let our swords and guns drink the enemy's blood.

Xinghui Catering Company is the foundation of your establishment and the starting point for your career to take off.

Now, someone doesn't respect that and thinks they're OK again.

What a few southern fronts, today I, Zhao Chuanxin, will put on my armor and charge forward.

Do you dare to fight? "

"dare!"

The crowd clapped.

Seeing what he said, Zhao Chuanxin successfully dispelled their inner fear, and waved his hand: "Blood flows like a river!"

"Blood in a river!"

At the Blue Goose Tavern in Brooklyn's German Village, a group of strong white men were pushing glasses for a change.

There was a fat man with missing teeth, holding a beer mug, and said loudly: "Except for us, everyone else is inferior! Damn Zhao Chuanxin, this yellow bug, thinks he is awesome and dares to squeeze Our white people's money, dude did a great job this time, smashing his company and showing him who the hell is in charge of this country. Drink the glass for that!"

"Drink wins!"

After a toast, the group was elated, feeling the joy of "victory of color".

There are also people who are still clear-headed: "Heinrich, Zhao Chuanxin is not an ordinary person. If we do this, will we poke a hornet's nest?"

Heinrich is a big fat man with missing teeth, he laughed wildly and said, "I am invincible, what Italian Mafia, what Black Brotherhood, what Jewish gang, what Irish Dorrance, what Chinese An Liang Tang, they If you see me, you have to hide far away!
Who the hell isn't afraid of us Southern Front in New York?
Even the police have to take a detour when they meet us!

As long as Zhao Chuanxin is here, I will beat him all over the place!Scared? "

At this time, the door of the tavern opened with a "squeak".

A grinning, distinctly Asian face poked in.

In the whole room, all the white-faced men turned their heads, and the air was eerily silent for a moment.

(End of this chapter)