mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 472 You Call Get Out, Shut Up Your Nickname

Rebecca Levy is always on Abraham Cohen's mind, and that's a gourd.

The first time he came into contact with a woman who was so quick to talk, he couldn't catch up.

Miao Cuihua ignored him, looked up at the plaque and door face, nodded and said, "It's really grand."

After the financial crisis of Xinghui Catering Company, the recruiters developed as fast as an infectious disease.

More profitable, Abraham Cohen refurbished the facade.

Who in New York doesn't know Xinghui fast food truck?

The number of dining cars is too large, which is an advertisement in itself.

Abraham Cohen laughed twice, and suddenly said: "Boss, I saw Livermore yesterday, and he said he would apply for a new identity for you. Do you have the name you want?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to say: "John Constantine."

It doesn't matter what the name is. If you go around, you will eventually add the prestige to "Zhao Chuanxin".

It's just that no one knows that this name was named, and in the 80s of this century, it caused a lot of trouble. Two very famous cartoonists, Hao Xuan, were emptied by Zhao Chuanxin.

Lawson Trust Company and Xinghui Catering Company are just passing stations, letting Miao Cuihua know what she has been doing during this time.

Zhao Chuanxin wants to take her around Broadway.

Abraham Cohen volunteered: "Boss, I can help arrange. I also have contacts in the theater on Broadway Street."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him sideways: "You rest."

Saying that, he took Miao Cuihua into the public carriage and left.

Miao Cuihua was puzzled on the carriage and said, "He kindly wants to help, why not let him help?"

"You'll find out later."

Grand Street is located in downtown, while Broadway's main theater concentration is located near the border of Midtown.

It took more than half an hour for the carriage to arrive.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Chuanxin took Miao Cuihua by the hand and said, "I haven't been here either. See if there is anything you want to see, and we'll go in."

The street is lined with theaters, with huge hand-painted posters hanging outside.

But because of the financial crisis, there were very few customers, and it seemed very depressed.

Both of them are laymen, just watching for fun.

So Miao Cuihua looked at the theater with the most people at the door - Fulixiu.

More people are always right.

Pointing at the poster, she said happily, "That's all."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw the poster read: Siegfried Girls Song and Dance Troupe.

The point is that the clothes of these girls already have the style of later generations walking on the red carpet - two cloths crossed on the chest, light gauze and thin clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin gasped: "Hiss... I can't understand it, but I was shocked. Art, it really is art."

If you don't understand, you should force less. Isn't this common sense?

He won't say those incomprehensible obscenities, such as: Although I don't understand, but this kind of exposed...

Miao Cuihua wanted to watch this song and dance, and she probably didn't want to compare and learn from each other in private.

After all, she is also a dancer, although there is only one audience.

Two people lined up.

When the white people in front saw Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Chuanxin suddenly, they were a little dazed, but they didn't say much.

Behind, there is a white man in a suit and leather shoes who has just joined the team. Seeing that Miao Cuihua has a graceful figure under a fishtail windbreaker, her skin is fair and soft, without a trace of blemish, her facial features are very good-looking, and she also has the style of a sister-in-law.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was a man of yellow race, he said in a nonchalant manner: "Ma'am, hello, my name is..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him with a smile: "You are called to get out, and your nickname is that if you don't shut up, your face will bloom."

Coincidentally, the line in front of them was almost finished, and it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn immediately.

So he held back and just warned the man.

Before Zhao Chuanxin could react, the conductor in front saw him and Miao Cuihua and said, "Hey, the theater only accepts white people. Are you blind? Can't you see?"

As he spoke, he also tapped a piece of paper on the wall, and it really said: Only white people are allowed to enter.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at the white man behind him, then at the ticket collector, and smiled even more happily: "Don't say that I will be punished for not teaching, and give you another chance to say it again?"

Miao Cuihua never left North Tarrytown. She had heard about discrimination, but she didn't know how serious it was.

She clenched her hands into fists angrily, her body straightened.

She couldn't figure it out, how overseas Chinese survived in such an environment was simply unimaginable.

If it was her, she would feel bad all day.

The white man behind him took out a cigarette and lit it, and frivolously spit smoke at Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to make a move, but Miao Cuihua took a quicker step. Her left hand turned into a knife and cut the white man's throat with her backhand.

The white man's eyes were bulging, and he opened his mouth involuntarily to take a big breath, and the smoke fell.

Miao Cuihua had sharp eyesight and quick hands, she held the cigarette with her right hand, turned it between her fingers, the cigarette butt fell off, and stuffed the cigarette butt into the white man's mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When did you learn this?
When he first heard her name "Miao Cuihua", Zhao Chuanxin clearly confirmed to her that there was no son Fang Shiyu...he was sure the answer was no.

The white man let out an "ah".

The cigarette butt made a "sizzling" sound in his mouth.

He subconsciously reached out to grab Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his wrist with one hand, turned his right hand into a hammer, and slammed it on his forearm.

click...

The white man's forearm was twisted at an incredible angle.

"what……"

He didn't know where to hurt.

Miao Cuihua continued her efforts, raised her leg, and used her "sterilized foot".

"Ow..."

This pain is no less than a critical blow to the throat, a broken forearm, and a scalded throat, or even worse.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Compete with me, right?

Seeing the white man bent over, covering his crotch and clamping his legs, Zhao Chuanxin went around behind him and grabbed his good arm.

click...

Miao Cuihua took two steps back to run up, kicking her knees.

It doesn't seem to be broken, but the angle at which the leg is bent is a bit weird.

The white man couldn't even bark, and his eyes began to roll.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't bear it anymore: "Sister Hua, where did you practice?"

Miao Cuihua gritted her teeth: "My old lady came from troubled times, beat him to make her face full of peach blossoms!"

In the Liao land where the Russo-Japanese War was raging, how could you survive with your daughter without a little bit of ruthlessness?
In fact, Miao Cuihua also learned a few things from Liu Jiahui in Lugang Town.

The rest were stunned.

I Zhuo, this couple of dogs and men are very ruthless.

The conductor was taken aback, and pointed at the two: "You, you Chinese guys, how dare you commit murder?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward suddenly. He was tall and had long arms. He grabbed the conductor from behind the counter with one arm and dragged him out easily.

He bared his teeth and said, "Killing one is a crime, but killing Wan is a hero."

He supported the conductor, with his palm on his pleural diaphragm, and lifted him up with one arm.

And it's the left arm.

Phoenix Xuanjie, boom!
The conductor flew into the sky suddenly.

Phoenix Xuanjie twitched the air below, causing Zhao Chuanxin's long hair to float up.

He bent his knees, held his right fist with his left hand, raised his right elbow, jumped up suddenly, tilted his head, and his elbow was facing the conductor's lumbar spine.

click...

This action is somewhat anti-human, but Zhao Chuanxin did it so naturally.

The recipient's exclamation stopped abruptly.

The body is centered on Zhao Chuanxin's elbow, and the body is bent backward at an angle of more than [-] degrees.

Zhao Chuanxin was afraid that he was still angry, so he retracted his elbows and raised his knees.

click...

He stood up straight, took out his cigar and lit it, and looked at the others: "Who else?"

The targeted person retreats unconsciously.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the signboard of the theater, then pointed to the crowd and said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, and I specialize in all kinds of discrimination against dogs and regional gangsters.

Today, I insist on entering this theater that only allows white people to watch a performance.

Who is for and who is against? "

If it weren't for the fear that Zhao Chuanxin would catch up easily, everyone would have already run away.

As soon as the words "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Someone just remembered that Zhao Chuanxin's words about killing all the discriminators in New York were vaguely mentioned in the newspaper, and they didn't take it seriously at the time.

Now it seems……

Zhao Chuanxin first looked at the environment outside the theater, the height of the roof, and thought about the weight of Miao Cuihua and the cooked rice, then took Miao Cuihua's hand, and Shi Shi ran into the theater.

Zhuo, after killing people, just go in to watch the theater in a grand manner like this?

In the whole world, apart from Zhao Chuanxin, there is probably no other person.

Things are so big outside,
The founder of the Ziegfeld Girls Performance Troupe, Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr. hurried out and collided with Zhao Chuanxin head-on.

He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was Zhao Chuanxin, but he heard that an Asian had killed someone.

He backed away in shock, his feet slipped, and he knelt down on the ground: "Don't come here..."

This person is about 40 years old, has a tuxedo, and combs his hair like a dog licks it.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand: "Pingshen, hurry up and get the actors ready to go on stage. I and my concubine want to listen to the play."

Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr.: "..."

Seeing that he didn't know what to do, Zhao Chuanxin froze on the spot, so he took out his ax and tilted his head: "Why, you don't allow me to enter?"

Little Florentine Edward Ziegfeld woke up like a dream, stood up and hurriedly said: "No, yes, very much, welcome..."

Miao Cuihua pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Is it really okay to continue watching like this?"

She didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had done something even more outrageous - went to the gate of the police station and surrounded the spot alone to fight for aid.

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "One day there will be a bunch of warlords who will act recklessly and fight endlessly. I didn't want you to take risks, but I think it's good for you to experience it in advance. As for the Karami in front of you, don't worry about it. "

Zhao Chuanxin asked Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr. to lead the way and entered the theater.

Although there was a commotion outside, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that the people inside were still calmly waiting for the opening.

Really have the spirit of entertainment to death.

However, Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr. brought Zhao Chuanxin to the theater, and it was a bit difficult.

He instinctively wanted to lure Zhao Chuanxin and a dog to sit in a corner.

But Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the VIP seat: "We sit there, and my dog ​​also needs a seat."

Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr.: "..."

(End of this chapter)