mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 466

Zhao Chuanxin scuttled a battleship and indirectly destroyed a destroyer.

Killed and wounded countless.

Americans at this time are more patriotic than those of later generations. There are many people who dislike him, but they are afraid to speak out because of their lust and herd mentality.

But when Zhao Chuanxin humiliated Kang Youwei and wanted to blackmail him for money.

Finally, an elderly man couldn't help but said: "Killing people is nothing but nodding, you are going too far. I, I..."

"I" talked for a long time, and said to call the police, the police were watching the excitement nearby.

Let's talk about fighting against injustices, I don't have that ability.

Finally squeezed out a sentence: "We don't like you."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "You don't like me? What's the matter, you think I'm here to make you like it?"

Not only does he not need others to like him, but Zhao Chuanxin has also made a decision in his heart. In these ten days, he wants to change some things.

"..."

The man was speechless.

Another young man accused angrily: "You butcher, executioner..."

Zhao Chuanxin strode forward, backhanded "Pang Cang" with a large arm pocket.

This slap was merciless and he used all his strength.

The young man fell on his head and passed out without saying a word.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were not that big, but they were wide open at this moment, and no one dared to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the young man on the ground and said, "Young man, feel big and sleep well."

"..."

No one dares to refute a deer as a horse.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Kang Youwei by the collar and lifted him up: "Let's go, let's talk further."

It was as if the sea water had encountered water droplets, and the crowd retreated suddenly.

He Zhan on the ground saw Zhao Chuanxin walking out with Kang Youwei in his arms, so he didn't pretend to be dead. He got up and followed closely with red palm marks.

Zhao Chuanxin is in a surprisingly good mood today.

Completely walk out of the haze of losing the devil crystal glasses.

When people are honing a skill, they always have that feeling. When they look back after a while, the little achievement at the beginning is just a shoe that can be discarded at any time.

In this way, every progress is like a mirage.

Now Zhao Chuanxin has gone through [-] mirages, and he dare not say that he has reached the peak, but he is able to handle it with ease, but he can't tell the truth if he doesn't hang up, because he knows nothing.

Breaking away from the crowd, there are many public carriages waiting for the melon-eaters to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin found one at random, and handed over the ticket: "Take the two of them and follow me."

Kang Youwei got into the car consciously.

This kind of shameless person usually has an exquisite heart and knows when to obey.

When he came to the entrance of the tavern, Zhao Chuanxin saw the two special agents.

"Yo, Da Luo's bodyguard has become my Bi Mawen, I am really terrified."

There was no sign of panic in him, and he even took off his mask.

Two special agents: "..."

One person said: "Mr. Zhao, please keep your promise and leave the United States."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little hungry. He took out a candy ball and stuffed it into his mouth: "I said to leave, but I didn't say when."

The Secret Service agent was dumbfounded, and he became nervous: "Mr. Zhao, this is not the behavior that a gentleman should have."

As long as that bill is abolished, as long as the money is returned, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want to have another twists and turns: "Ten days, I need ten days to deal with things, and I will leave when it is due."

The two looked at each other and nodded to each other: "Okay, Mr. Zhao, we will report it."

"It's not a report, it's a notice. I don't need other people's consent, unless Da Luo wants to pay more."

Face it!
Zhao Chuanxin got on his horse and led the way, followed by the public carriage.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Lawson Trust Company.

Take the resigned Kang Youwei and his wife upstairs.

The secretary hurriedly told Thomas W. Lawson that Zhao Chuanxin was here.

Then he gave Zhao Chuanxin a sneak peek at the side.

Women in this era have to depend on men to survive.

No one on Wall Street knows that although Thomas W. Lawson bears the name, this company essentially belongs to Zhao Chuanxin.

Don't look at Zhao Chuanxin's upside-down in the United States, but business is business.

It's as if Japan committed heinous crimes in China, but you should still buy Japanese products.

Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye to this.

Thomas W. Lawson came out excitedly: "Boss, $750 million has arrived."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer because it was nonsense.

He pointed to Kang Youwei: "You liquidate his property for me, ask him to sign and pledge, and transfer them to Lawson Trust Company and Xinghui Catering Company respectively."

Kang Youwei's complexion finally became ugly: "Why?"

He thought it was just to save money and avoid disaster, and to pay a small amount of money.

But even if one million and 80 is taken out, it is enough for him to feel bad for seven or eight months, let alone Zhao Chuanxin wants to drain all his wealth?
"Death or money?" Zhao Chuanxin squinted at him: "There is life, but no money to spend. There is money to save, but no life to spend. You choose one."

Kang Youwei stiffened his neck: "I will never hand over my property."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said to Thomas W. Lawson: "Call and ask Big Smith to come and leave this matter to him. I will give him a week to let this man die slowly."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Kang Youwei wanted to rush out, but the Lawson Trust Company's stock market crash was still in the limelight, and there were always armed guards at the door, who stopped him.

"Boss, how to deal with him?"

"Before Big Smith arrived, he would call me when he drove away. Within ten days, no police dared to take care of him." Zhao Chuanxin said domineeringly.

He Zhan shouted: "Zhao Chuanxin, my natal family is also a prominent family. I know the consulate. Do you think you can be lawless?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and grinned: "You can find someone to ask the consulate for help, if they dare to fart, I will lose."

Next door to Mala, what is the consulate of the Qing Dynasty?

Can they also become characters?
Weak countries have no diplomacy, so they just sit on their own necks and do their best.

But it depends on who.

In New York, Zhao Chuanxin's words are better than the consulate, he is the uncrowned king!
Kang Youwei shouted palely: "Is there no place where justice can be done?"

"I am justice!" Zhao Chuanxin got on his horse and told him before leaving: "Thomas, especially Kang Nanhai's small seaside island in Stockholm, Sweden, is directly under my name."

Thomas W. Lawson frowned: "Boss, this is not easy to handle. Although it is private property, it needs to be negotiated with Sweden after all. Whether you agree or not depends on their yamen."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled. After today, is there any fucking country that dare not give Zhao Chuanxin this little face?
If there is a war, everyone may not recognize their relatives.

But these are peaceful times.

He waved his hand: "If you don't agree, just tell them——Zhao Chuanxin asked you, does your country have a navy? If you think about it, they will agree."

Thomas W. Lawson's body trembled—I'm Zhuo, the boss's domineering side is leaking.

Ten days is neither too long nor too short.

Zhao Chuanxin is going to visit his weapon workshop.

That is an important part of his future deployment.

After reaching a verbal agreement with Da Luo, Zhao Chuanxin also relaxed.

He went first to Brooks Brothers, on the northeast corner of Catherine and Cherry Streets.

Founded in 1818, this store is considered a mid-to-high-end ready-to-wear store in the 21st century, but at this time it is the top store in New York, accepting advanced customization services.

Zhao Chuanxin bought a set, ordered a dozen sets of clothes, and asked for an urgent order.

The manager was embarrassed: "Sir, we still have a lot of customers waiting in line, and we can't get out in ten days."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin. If you can't make it in ten days, there is no need for your shop to continue. It is not worth living for you."

I boil...

The manager shuddered and looked at the remaining bullet holes in the fishtail trench coat on Zhao Chuanxin's body: "No problem, I can be driven out!"

Then Zhao Chuanxin returned to North Tarrytown, took the apprentice, Ning An, and Marcus Nkrumah with them, and the four of them did not ride horses, and took the train to Kurdex.

At the train station, the conductor looked at Marcus Nkrumah, frowned and said, "Sorry, I can only sell the carriages at the front of your car."

Ning An asked, "Is there no seat at the rear of the car?"

The front of the car is seriously polluted by cinders, and it is the lowest class of carriages.

The conductor shook his head: "Yes, but I'm sorry, you can only take the front of the car."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed Ning An aside, and said to the conductor: "Draft, please come to the front row of four seats at the rear of the car, first class."

The conductor was stunned, what is this called?

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin—Asian, with a Balmaken woolen trench coat and a suit made of goat hair and silk finely blended inside.

Tall, thin skin and tender meat.

It must be a rich man who wears this.

but……

The conductor said "hehe", he said unhurriedly: "Sorry, I can only take the front car."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907: "The one next door to Spicy, I will take the seat at the back of the car. If you don't sell it, you will die today."

The conductor called for help: "Help, he has a gun."

The police patrolling nearby ran over quickly, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin with batons and wheels, and said, "Put down the gun."

"My name is Zhao Chuanxin, I'll count to three, and if I don't put down my gun, everyone will die.

three! "

It's cool to be able to declare your real name and pretend to be realistic.

When the two policemen suddenly heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, they were startled, but they didn't react, so they still held their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot.

Bang, bang.

The two policemen were stunned to the ground, each with a bloody hole in their forehead.

The train station exploded, and passengers screamed and fled in all directions.

The conductors were terrified.

Even if they came to rob, they didn't shoot at a word of disagreement, right?
And kill the police?

No, Zhao Chuanxin?

Butcher of the Far East?

The conductor's pupil quakes.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored Ning An, who was also stunned, and just said to Benjamin Goldberg: "Sorry, this year is not peaceful, there are too many people who make cold shots, and I have to guard against it as a teacher. It is not kind for you to see it." side."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at the corpses on the ground without frowning: "It's okay, Master, we are just overprotective."

"He is really a good apprentice of master and a good son of father."

Ning An: "..."

conductor:"……"

Does this speak human words?
Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the conductor with a gun: "Ticket issued."

"Okay okay."

After Ning'an took the train ticket, Zhao Chuanxin said to the conductor: "Looking back, no matter if there are reporters interviewing, or people from the yamen's gate to investigate, remember to tell them that Zhao Chuanxin said that the discrimination in New York is too serious. , this is not good and needs to be changed.”

The conductor nodded and almost broke his neck: "Okay, Mr. Zhao, it must be..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his gun.

Bang, bang!
One shoulder, one elbow.

The conductor screamed in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, turned around and left.

Ning An followed closely: "Sir, is this really all right?"

"After all, there was an experience, and they should get used to it."

(End of this chapter)