mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 453

Samuel Goldberg's eyes were straight, and he smiled and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin after a while: "You are scolding me."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "It seems that you are not drunk yet, and you can tell the difference between good and bad."

"who are you?"

"I am your son's master. I am a teacher for a day and a father for life, so you can call me-father."

"Father?"

"Hey, what a big boy." Zhao Chuanxin patted his head.

The bartender laughed.

Samuel Goldberg slapped Zhao Chuanxin's hand away: "You are Ethan, you bastard, I know you."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, "So, do you want to get drunk but not drunk, or are you pretending to be a kid with me here?"

"I..." Samuel Goldberg was speechless.

The bartender held a match in his mouth and said: "He has been drinking here for a week. I heard that the company that this big banker works for went bankrupt, and he himself lost everything."

Samuel Goldberg was furious: "What do you know, what do you know, I... woo..."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the back of the head: "Cry a few times, and talk to others!"

With a slap, the crying was stopped.

This slap can be described as an artifact to stop crying.

Samuel Goldberg beat his chest and said, "I should have listened to you a long time ago. I am too self-righteous."

Zhao Chuanxin persuaded him three times.

Nothing but three.

Samuel Goldberg eventually stumbled.

I thought Zhao Chuanxin was a financial idiot, but it turns out that he is the clown.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered a glass of sarsaparilla drink from the bartender, which tasted like Sprite.

Then he said lightly: "You don't have to worry about losing money, debts, and career slump. Because you still have three unique skills that you haven't used yet."

Others' persuasion to him is all big and empty nonsense, such as "the future will be better", "bad luck will always disappear" and the like.

Only Zhao Chuanxin said conclusively that he still has unique skills, and Samuel Goldberg's hazy eyes suddenly lit up with hopeful light, as if he had grasped the last straw: "Ethan, quickly say, What else can I use?"

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was the master, while others lost money because of the stock market crash, Zhao Chuanxin made a lot of money.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of his drink: "Slapping your thighs, being an afterthought, and working hard blindly. As long as you use these three unique skills, you are guaranteed to be more hip than you are now."

Samuel Goldberg squirts out a drink.

He coughed violently: "Ethan, you bastard, you are not human..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear and said to the bartender, "Add ice to me. Where do you get your ice from?"

The bartender said, "It's ice made by 'Ice King' Charles."

The sarsaparilla drink with ice tasted even better, and Zhao Chuanxin drank it all in one gulp.

Then he got up and stretched out his hand to grab Samuel Goldberg who was swearing endlessly: "Let's go."

"Don't pull me, I won't leave, I want to fight till dawn."

"Definitely." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that, and lifted him up like a chicken with one hand.

"The bill hasn't been paid yet," said the bartender.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the banknote and threw it on the bar counter: "The rest will be used as a tip."

The bartender watched the two go away, shook his head, spit out the rotten match, picked up the bills and counted them: "Hey, don't run away, there is still 10 cents left, and there is a tip..."

Zhao Chuanxin dragged Samuel Goldberg out and said to Rachel Kervez, "You ride a horse, and I'll take him to sober up."

"I do not know."

"You get on the horse, and Mi Shan will leave by himself."

Samuel Goldberg curses: "Damn, why drag me?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out a towel and water, got wet, and handed it to Rachel Kervis: "Cover your mouth and nose."

She complied.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption, dripped a drop of stinky liquid on a rag from the faucet, and blocked Samuel Goldberg's mouth and nose with the rag.

And said: "Remember, this is what wine tastes like."

Rachel Kervis saw her husband's eyes widen as he scrambled for a rag.

But how strong Zhao Chuanxin is, no matter how hard he struggles, it won't help.

For a moment, Zhao Chuanxin guessed that he had reached the limit, so he let go of his hand.

"Ugh...wow..."

Samuel Goldberg started spitting, snout like a shower head.

Zhao Chuanxin and Rachel Kervis hid far away.

As long as the wine has not yet melted into the blood vessels, he will empty it all.

Samuel Goldberg was lucky not to be choked to death.

He knelt on the ground in pain, coughing loudly and sniffing.

Then came the second round, and the third round, until the bitterness was vomited, and it ended.

Zhao Chuanxin was far away, and said lightly: "I hope you can have a long memory, and when you drink again, it will remind you of this taste."

Samuel Goldberg swore he'd never drink again...

It fucking stinks.

He got up staggeringly, looked at Zhao Chuanxin and his wife in confusion,

Zhao Chuanxin gave Mi Shan a wink, the old horse knew the way, and Mi Shan walked back bumpily.

Samuel Goldberg, who was in shape and shape, followed behind in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with Rachel Kervis, and from time to time, his wife's cheerful laughter came, and Samuel Goldberg was like a light on his back.

Especially when he found out that his wife came out in home clothes.

I feel even more uncomfortable.

"Ahem..." Samuel Goldberg wiped the corners of his mouth and said shyly, "Ethan, when did you come back?"

"Oh? Let me think about it." Zhao Chuanxin made a "√" on his chin: "It should have been a few hours. Since I went to see Rachel, I have a really happy day. It's really wonderful."

Samuel Goldberg looked at him in disbelief, anger rising: "You, you, what have you done?"

"That's a lot of things, the process is very complicated, so I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, there is a lot of water, and it is wet and slippery. There is a very elastic, round thing. I grabbed it and it feels good. Hehe , Thinking of this, I can't help being proud of my own skills, I can dribble like flying, really..."

He wasn't lying a bit, he went down the Hudson River to fish for the ball, wet and slippery of course, and got the ball back, no problem at all as described.

But Samuel Goldberg's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Rachel Kervez laughed out loud.

Seeing his wife smiling like a flower, Samuel Goldberg felt the color on the top of his head change back and forth.

The son runs outside all day, and he is almost the son of the family.

The wife is now also...

Samuel Goldberg raised his fist in anger, and raised his fist: "I will fight with you!"

Zhao Chuanxin had his hands behind his back, and when the light fist hit, he just turned slightly sideways, and easily dodged it, causing Samuel Goldberg to fall down.

"You don't even know it, but your son has made a lot of money and has already plugged your hole."

Samuel Goldberg froze for a moment, forgetting to continue messing around.

Even Rachel Kervis was surprised.

"Ethan, what does that mean?" she asked.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "You should not lose 1 yuan, as long as there is no such amount, Benjamin has earned it back. Maybe he wanted his father to suffer and let him have a long memory, so he didn't tell you. "

The two were stunned: Benjamin actually made thousands of dollars?
How did Benjamin Goldberg do it?
Could it be that this is called a good teacher producing a good apprentice?

Yes, the newspaper said that Zhao Chuanxin made $5000 million.

There are a full 5000 million!
Samuel Goldberg's eyes lit up: "Where's the money?"

"Of course the money is with Benjamin."

Actually on him.

"This bastard, no, I have to call him." Samuel Goldberg had a look of surprise on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin poured cold water: "If you want to take this money back to the stock market to make money, then I advise you not to think about it. Benjamin will not give you this money."

"I..." Samuel Goldberg was at a loss for words after being told. "And against him?"

At this time, the United States is not as clear as later generations. Father belongs to father and son belongs to son.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "If I were you, I would lie flat at home for a few months, and come out to do things after I completely calm down."

That's the same sentence, that's all.

This time, Samuel Goldberg was less headstrong than before.

But whether Zhao Chuanxin's words were listened to or not, I don't know.

After a stroll, they walked to their house, and Rachel Kevis dismounted. Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm going home, and you can handle your housework yourself."

After speaking, he ran away on horseback.

Ethan Manor is really a good place, surrounded by mountains and rivers, fountains, pavilions, and classical sculptures.

On one side, you can see the wide and unpolluted Hudson River, and on the other side, there are undulating mountains and mountains. In autumn, the leaves on the mountains are of various colors, layered and scattered.

The mountain also belonged to him.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that if this development continues, maybe sooner or later the country will not be able to accommodate himself, so he will raise small animals here, out of sight and out of mind, and go back to the era that truly belongs to him.

After entering the manor, he saw Miao Cuihua leading the servants to work.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised when he saw Miao Cuihua's state.

"Sister Hua, why do you seem to be different?"

Miao Cuihua looked at him with a smile: "What's the difference?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it carefully and jumped off the horse: "You look radiant!"

Gan Fan ran out and took Mi Shan away.

Miao Cuihua gently stroked her smooth and tender face: "Really?"

In fact, not only the skin, even a trace of crow's feet at the corners of the eyes disappeared, but also her figure was more symmetrical than before, and all the fat on the waist and limbs disappeared.

"How did you do it?" Zhao Chuanxin wondered.

"I have taught you everything, so that you can practice the balance technique at the exact time and in the exact direction."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was a little skeptical about life, is this really the case?I also practiced myself, and practiced more comprehensively, so why did nothing change. "By the way, did you spend all your private money on the manor? I made my own decision and invested your money. This is the income."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to her.

Contrary to what Zhao Chuanxin thought, Miao Cuihua didn't give in at all, took the money openly and put it into her pocket directly.

Mahina put down the tools for pruning the bushes and said, "There is one last part of the totem to be done."

Zhao Chuanxin's face collapsed: "I don't think it's necessary."

The chiseled body is numb, and I don't know that the scars will disappear in the year of the monkey.

The key is that he hurts.

Mahina said solemnly: "No, it is very necessary."

Miao Cuihua stepped forward and patted Zhao Chuanxin's arm: "When it's finished, I'll dance for you. Now, I'm going back to prepare dinner."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. When she left, she rubbed Zhao Chuanxin's chest with her chest.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but shuddered, and an indescribable numbness hit his scalp.

numb...

(End of this chapter)