mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 481 The old guy is not dead yet, is he?
John Rockefeller Jr. frowned: "What are you doing?"

The uncle whispered: "That's Zhao Chuanxin, don't act rashly, or you will die miserably. You never want to experience his methods."

John Rockefeller Jr. was pale.

All of Zhao Chuanxin's enemies felt like they were on their backs, and they all felt that Zhao Chuanxin was looking for him.

Zhao Chuanxin and Shi Shiran came to the middle table.

He put the bloody ax on the dining table and snapped his fingers.

The lobby manager came over tremblingly: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette.

The lobby manager hurriedly ordered it.

Zhao Chuanxin blew out smoke rings and said, "Does what you say here count?"

The lobby manager immediately shook his head: "Sir, I'm just a manager, what I say doesn't count, it really doesn't count..."

He began to prevaricate.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the corner: "Is it specially set up for non-white people?"

The lobby manager's lips trembled: "Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin and Yan Yuese: "Remove it. In the future, each race must not be treated differently. Do you understand?"

All diners are watching every move here.

Perhaps Zhao Chuanxin's attitude was too good, and there were so many heavyweights present, the lobby manager regained his confidence: "Sir, this is not possible, then no distinguished guests will come to the door."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin said that he would turn his face when he turned his face, and suddenly picked up the ax beside him.

As soon as the hand was raised, the ax fell, and another lobby manager was taken away.

Many on Wall Street recognize Zhao Chuanxin.

There were even traders recruited by Thomas W. Lawson.

They had never seen such a violent side of Zhao Chuanxin, extremely moody.

There was an exclamation in the restaurant.

The blood of the lobby manager happened to splash on John Rockefick Jr.'s table.

The chair of John Rockefeller Jr. creaked violently, and Hao Xuan was brought down by him.

The bodyguard beside him pressed the wheel on his waist, ready to call at any time.

Take people's money and fight disasters with people.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the ax clean on the lobby manager, and snapped his fingers at the next waiter.

I boiled... that waiter's crotch was wet!
His legs are as soft as noodles, almost dragging his legs: "Sir, what is there, what can serve you?"

His teeth chattered so badly that he could barely speak.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "It's quite a big man, but he still wets his pants, is it shameful?"

waiter:"……"

He had completely forgotten about shame.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tell the person in charge here to tear down that place and not treat people of different races differently. Otherwise, I will chop him up next time. My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

The waiter finally couldn't support his legs and fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "Now, climb to the back kitchen and change to a waiter to serve."

"Yes Yes……"

This waiter is literally crawling.

Not long after, the waiter did not come, but a girl with an apron came.

She is not very young, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old, very juicy, with extremely fair skin, and big and flickering eyes.

She looked at the corpse on the ground, and walked around with a frightened look, but she had more backbone than a man.

She said crisply, "Sir, you can order now."

Delmonico's, once the first sit down restaurant in the United States, was the first restaurant with a menu.

This is one of the reasons for its fame.

After all, upper-class people usually like this kind of taste with a long history.

Zhao Chuanxin has been here before, so he knows what to eat.

He said: "Classic cookie, get rid of that gold dust for me, fools only swallow gold."

Jinsha is 24K gold, real gold, known as edible 24K gold.

"Eggs Benedict, grilled Alaska, chicken in white sauce, lobster Newburgh, five, three sandwiches with your signature 18-hour baked bacon, black truffle and fig mustard sauce, three steaks , No drinks, you have smoothies at home, right, give me one."

The little girl remembered it well, raised her head and asked, "Are there any more, sir?"

"Also, remember, he will pay for the meal."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to John Rockefeller Jr. next to him.

John Rockefeller Jr. is like a student who doesn't want to be called by the teacher in class.

He opened his mouth in astonishment, the fear deep in his heart was hard to control.

This was the first time that he and Zhao Chuanxin faced each other face to face.

It was a secret game before.

But he dared not say a word.

Uncle can't pretend to be dead now, he sneered: "Master."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened suddenly: "Ah, isn't this my cousin? It's been a long time. When did you get out of prison?"

With that said, he got up and walked towards his cousin.

The cousin froze suddenly: "I, I..."

That's what it's like to be guilty.

Speaking of which, whether the Rockefeller family fell or not has something to do with Zhao Chuanxin, but not much.

Without their oil company to invest in, Zhao Chuanxin invested in Shell Oil thanks to Wilhelmina's relationship.

Therefore, Andrew Miller, a witness, was exposed by his uncle, which led to a draw in the lawsuit. This did not have much impact on Zhao Chuanxin.

However, the Rockefeller family is also Zhao Chuanxin's opponent.

The cousin is so bold that he surrenders to the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands on his uncle's shoulders from behind, and said with a smile, "Cousin, have you ever heard a sentence - if you don't die, you won't die."

The uncle's soul was furious, and he hurriedly said: "Master, listen to my explanation, it's all Abraham's fault, who let him take away what belongs to me..."

"Take your stuff?" Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "You fucking belong to our chamber pot cult, and Abraham also works for me. Why do you think it's your thing?"

The uncle's heartbeat turned sharply, and he hurriedly said: "Master, I am the chief security officer of Standard Oil now, you can't hurt me!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at John Rockefeller Jr.: "Hehe, so he is working for you now, right? Is your old man in good health? Is the old guy still alive?"

There was an uproar in the restaurant.

Many people recognize John Rockefeller Jr.

Isn't his father old John Rockefeller?
Don't pay attention at all, okay?
Little John Rockefeller was originally calmer than his cousin, but at this moment, his face suddenly turned red.

He respects his father very much.

It was a legend.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Zhao, we are just having a commercial dispute, please don't involve personal attacks."

As soon as the words fell, the blade of an ax was pressed against the aorta in John Rockefeller's neck.

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "Your father is not just a child of you, if you are gone, who will he let take the position?"

Little John Rockefeller turned his neck with difficulty, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably: "Mr. Zhao, I have something to discuss."

"Is it really good to negotiate?"

"Really, absolutely."

"Okay, let me invest in Standard Oil."

"This……"

"Drafting? I hate people lying to me the most." Zhao Chuanxin raised his axe.

At this moment, the two bodyguards next to them finally couldn't hold back, and suddenly drew their guns.

Everyone in the restaurant held their breath at the same time, as if waiting to witness history.

That is, at a distance of three meters, the smart gyroscope easily sensed the danger, and the vibration reminded Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed over, Phoenix Xuanjie—boom.

The two bodyguards flew out backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin drew out the elf carving knife and swept across.

The two bodyguards were immediately divided into four parts.

The scene was extremely tragic.

"vomit……"

There was a sound of vomiting.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the elf carving knife and came aggressively with an ax in his hand: "Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again!"

John Rockefeller Jr. pissed in horror: "I promise, I agree, and I promise my father agrees too..."

Zhao Chuanxin paused and grinned: "Be careful, interesting enough, I offer 100 million US dollars, and I want 200 million US dollars in shares."

"Yes, yes, I agree!"

Zhao Chuanxin's body shook, and he pointed with an ax in a circle: "Have you seen it? I, Zhao Chuanxin, will be the first to disagree if anyone says that Rockefeller is stingy."

Little John Rockefeller said bitterly: "Mr. Zhao, can I leave?"

Zhao Chuanxin put away the axe: "We don't need to sign an agreement, after all, I, Zhao Chuanxin, work with people, usually with red lips and white teeth."

"No, no need."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, very satisfied: "Since that's the case, everyone here will accompany me to finish this meal before leaving."

Who dares to say no?

At this time, the dishes began.

No one else dared to come out of the back kitchen, except that little girl, who tried her best to hold back her nausea, brought the dishes.

She put the smoothie in front of Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Sir, I added platycodon root drink to the smoothie on my own initiative. I hope you don't blame me. I think it's delicious."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Little girl, women don't give up their eyebrows. If you want to change jobs, you can go to the Lawson Trust Company on Wall Street to find Jesse Livermore. I think you are better than the men here! "

Not to mention now, even in the 21st century, it is difficult for women to survive in the kitchen.

It can be seen that this little girl is indeed courageous.

In the turbulent age, anyone with courage can stand out.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she didn't expect a blessing in disguise: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Even some Wall Streeters next to him are jealous.

Don't look at Zhao Chuanxin as cruel, but he is also the God of Wealth.

To be favored by him, it is difficult not to make a fortune.

At this moment, Fritz Heinze came over: "Mr. Zhao, can I sit here?"

"Yes." Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said indifferently.

Fritz Heinze said: "During this time, I have developed the habit of reading newspapers, and I read all newspapers. I understand what Mr. Zhao wants, and I think this is a good thing. But Mr. Zhao is not efficient in doing so. Gao, not everyone has time to read newspapers. How about I help Mr. Zhao?"

No one knew that Fritz Heinze actually made a small fortune during this time.

Ever since the disastrous defeat, the labor pains, and the discovery of Zhao Chuanxin's secrets, he suddenly became sensitive to information.

He was immersed in various materials every day and couldn't extricate himself, so he picked out several high-quality stocks because of this, and they made great strides all the way after the crisis.

Fritz Heinze was shocked.

He is no longer the reckless guy who felt that he could do miracles with his strength just because he was rich.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him unexpectedly: "Okay, then I owe you a favor."

So, every man makes mistakes, and these mistakes are hard to avoid even if there are lessons learned from the past.

Experienced to mature.

Zhao Chuanxin feasted on it, and the smell of blood did not affect his appetite at all, making everyone feel ashamed.

He has to eat quickly, and later he has to go to the store to buy gifts, and it will be closed when it is late.

(End of this chapter)