mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 468 New York Ten Days Restoration ([-])

Back then, John Peterman was awesome.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin asked again, but he didn't have the confidence to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger: "How many shares can you give me for this money?"

John Peterman flushed.

Although he was short of money, he couldn't lose face. He said coldly, "1000 yuan? Do I look like someone who is short of 1000 yuan?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Think about how much it is?"

John Peterman restrained his sneer, and his face became more serious: "Ten thousand? I may be able to give a little share, only a little, and you can't intervene in daily business affairs."

Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "Is this all your imagination? I'm talking about $[-]. After all, how many shares can you give?"

For example, the JCPenney store is Zhao Chuanxin's key investment target. This is a long-term investment, and he will not sell his shares easily.

John Peterman's eyes widened: "What you said is true?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at himself with his thumb: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

John Peterman opened his mouth wide: "You...I..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper, wrote a phone number and handed it to him: "Call this number and report your store name, and contact Thomas for the rest."

"Is it the golden pen of Wall Street?"

"What the hell?"

"Thomas W. Lawson, nicknamed the Golden Pencil, isn't he a financial master?"

Zhao Chuanxin felt cold.

What is the "Wall Street Bear" Jesse Livermore, and now there is a "Wall Street Golden Pen" Thomas W. Lawson.

There are rumors outside that as long as you have a relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, you can make a fortune, although Zhao Chuanxin is very cruel.

To be his friend is like making a deal with the devil. There are even rumors that Zhao Chuanxin is a mage, as long as he sells his soul to him, he can make a person rich.

outrageous.

"Don't worry about gold and silver, just contact him. You can discuss it. I am very optimistic about your store. But remember, in the future, JCPenney stores will not allow discrimination."

John Peterman's tone became respectful: "Mr. Zhao, sometimes it's not that we want to discriminate. It's that if we let black people enter the store and other stores know about it, we will be excluded by the industry."

Capitalists are all of the same virtue. When they see money, their eyes are open, and the speed of changing their faces is not much slower than that of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and smiled: "Ten days, I will reverse this trend for you. If anyone dares to crowd out you in the future, contact the food truck gang in New York, and they will help you solve it."

Zhao Chuanxin bought some beer and snacks in the town, returned to the carriage, and headed for the Putnam Lake pasture.

The autumn scenery was as beautiful as when Zhao Chuanxin met Wilhelmina.

Only the color has changed.

It used to be green, but now it's yellow-blue.

The boundless yellowed grassland, the clear water of the lake, and the blue sky seem to hide a huge secret.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the sound of cow bells, and opened the curtain to see that it was his own cows, who were going to Patnam Lake to drink water.

William Hope and a few cowboys were looking at the two stage carriages curiously, not knowing who was coming.

At this time, the carriage stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin and the others jumped down.

A look of surprise appeared on William Hope's face.

At this moment, a bull went on a rampage, made trouble in the herd, and fought with other bulls.

William Hope hurried over to separate them.

But an extraordinarily strong bull even tried to top William Hope's horse.

That is to say, William Hope is quite good at riding. He turned his horse's head and sprinted more than ten meters to avoid it.

Zhao Chuanxin yelled: "Naughty animal! But if I didn't only bring mushroom soup base today, I wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!"

Mad Bull Bill II, who was crazily contradicting, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Then his head drooped, his brows drooped, and his arrogance disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards it, and after getting closer, he raised his hand and slapped it on the head.

This guy is very honest and dare not fight back.

William Hope wiped his sweat: "This dog has always been disobedient."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and patted Mad Bull Bill II on the head: "A few more blows, and you will become a pot of fat beef rolls and beef Chiba."

William Hope said happily: "Boss, are you here to see us?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I came to see my workshop."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out beer and snacks: "Take it back and drink."

He looked at the herds of cattle and felt satisfied.

The cunning rabbit's three caves, he now has a lot of retreats.

Deer Hill Township, Jian Island, Hong Kong Island, North Tarrytown, Culdex.

What?The United States issued a ban to prevent him from coming?

These days, there are few bans in many areas, how dare you say that you can get away with it?

Just like Sun Gongwu, there are many bans.

Because of the ban on him on Hong Kong Island, there was a movie called "October Besieged City" in later generations.

Zhao Chuanxin thought proudly that maybe there will be movies about him in the future, such as "Siege", "Hunting", "God of War", and so on.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help feeling better.

He asked Ning An to dispatch the stagecoach, and led the people towards Freddy's Arms Manufacturing Company.

The workshop employs a production manager who oversees everything.

He needs to report to Freddy Pavitt and Ning An respectively.

Ning An is in charge of overseeing the financial direction, and Freddie Pavitt is in charge of production and operations management.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that there was a compound here, and there were two main buildings in the compound.

Ning An introduced: "Sir, this second-floor building is a workshop, next to it is a warehouse. The smaller one over there is a canteen, and over there is a toilet..."

Just as he was introducing, the production manager came in a hurry.

He respectfully greeted Ning An.

Ning An introduced: "Sir, this is the manager in charge of production, Mr. Chamberlain.

Chamberlain, this is the boss Zhao Chuanxin. "

Chamberlain's smiling face froze, his head pounding loudly: "Zhao, Zhao, Zhao Chuanxin?"

He always thought that Freddie Pavitt was the boss behind the scenes, but he didn't expect that the real boss was the famous Far East butcher.

Couldn't it be that Zhao Chuanxin took weapons produced by American weapons companies to shoot and kill Americans?
Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and raised his chin: "Lead the way ahead, go and see what's going on inside."

By this time night had fallen.

But the factory is brightly lit.

Chamberlain forced a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhao, our factory works in two shifts, black and white. The fly in the ointment is that there is no railway here. If there is a railway next to the factory, it will be much more convenient to produce raw materials and deliver goods."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Ning'an, write it down, and go back and allocate funds to build a railway from Kurdex to here."

Chamberlain cheered up: "It's so good, Mr. Zhao is more generous."

Once the railway is built and the output of the factory increases, he has a commission from the team... So he suggested: "Boss, now that pacifism is prevalent, even the fleet is painted white to symbolize peace. If we want to profit from it, we'd better The best way is to sell weapons to small countries with many conflicts, and let them start a big war..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a strange look: "Who taught you to say that?"

Chamberlain was stunned: "No one, I thought of it myself..."

Weapons merchants, also known as "death merchants", are not just talking.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin seemed interested, Chamberlain struck while the iron was hot: "Our firearms are advanced and of high quality, but I don't think it is necessary at all. We can produce ordinary firearms and lower the quality..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally couldn't listen anymore: "You don't understand the situation at all, do you?"

"Huh?" Chamberlain was stunned, with a bad feeling.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said: "The weapons here, especially the newly designed ones, if a gun is found on the market, you have to be careful of your own head.

There are many ways to make money, but this is the only way I don't make money.I want every gun out of this workshop to be aimed at my enemy.

So now, if the quality control is a little unqualified, I will immediately return it to the furnace and rebuild it.

If you dare to change your mind, I swear by Zhao Chuanxin's three words, it is useless for you to escape to the ends of the earth, I will also tear you apart. "

Chamberlain looked at Zhao Chuanxin without any intention of joking.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Murder is an invisible substance.

But talking to some people can always make you feel that if you dare to say "no", you will be killed the next moment.

Chamberlain trembled: "Well, I never thought that being a production manager would be life-threatening..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Now you know, and tomorrow you will be more clear."

Chamberlain did not understand the meaning of Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Maybe wait until tomorrow to understand.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around the assembly line, but he said he couldn't understand it.

It was Benjamin Goldberg who looked at those machines with great interest.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the warehouse again, and Chamberlain said: "Boss, we will also build a showroom next to it to display our products at that time."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the rice boxes piled up in the warehouse, which were full of Lugang M1907 and Ares M1907, as well as the unified Parabellum ammunition that matched the two.

In addition, there are ammunition such as Maxim, Madsen and Winchester M1897.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Can we produce guns here?"

Chamberlain shook his head and smiled wryly: "Heavy Equipment, we can't start production yet, and we haven't obtained a production license yet."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "If I have a design drawing in my hand, and one day I need to produce it, can I produce it?"

Chamberlain frowned: "If there is no permission, no."

Zhao Chuanxin understood.

He went to rummage through the firearms in the box, tried them one by one, and found that there was no problem.

A sample was disassembled, and the quality of the internal parts was checked. Both the master and the apprentice agreed that it was qualified.

After all, this factory is just a small workshop operation.

If it's too big, it's cause for concern.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to make it too small to attract attention, and the weapons produced were only shipped to Asia.

Even apart from the insurance team, Zhao Chuanxin didn't want other teams to use it for the time being.

Good steel should be used on the blade.

At the critical moment, it suddenly appeared, not only blinding the enemy's eyes, but also catching the enemy by surprise.

On the second day, Chamberlain read the newspaper and finally understood what Zhao Chuanxin said...

(End of this chapter)