mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 482 Is Manager Fei Hall

After the meal, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the corners of his mouth, and nodded to Fritz Heinze very gentlemanly.

He got up, took out the elf carving knife, drew the wire, and pointed towards his uncle from a distance.

The uncle's expression froze in a look of astonishment.

Zhao Chuanxin turned and went out.

Through the glass of the door, seeing him get into the carriage and go away, everyone dared to speak, and there were a lot of discussions.

John Rockefeller Jr. turned his head and saw that his cousin still had the astonished expression, his mouth was slightly open, and he did not move.

He frowned and pushed his cousin: "Everyone has already left, you still..."

As a result, my uncle fell on his head.

The crowd was slightly agitated, but "Jewels are in front" and the strange way of death of my uncle can no longer cause a sensation.

John Rockefeller Jr. was stunned. Zhao Chuanxin just looked at it from a distance. The elf carving knife was drawn and thinner than a hair. He didn't see what happened at all.

The blade, which is thinner than a hair, pierces into the brain, stirs it at will, and even blood may not flow out.

John Rockefeller, Jr. was chilled all over.

Fritz Heinze shook his head slightly as he watched. He remembered Zhao Chuanxin's words - if you don't die, you won't die.

To be a human being, no matter how much money you earn, you still need to know how to be in awe, and be in awe of those unknown things.

He left the meal money and tips, including the money from Zhao Chuanxin's table, and Shi Shiran left.

Fritz Heinze is also a smart man, otherwise he would not have made the copper industry bigger and stronger.

However, after becoming the "Bronze King", he drifted away.

Now, he's back on the ground.

After returning, Fritz Heinze contacted many friends and wanted to have a party tomorrow.

At the same time, he contacted the printing house and printed a batch of leaflets.

……

Zhao Chuanxin did not go home, but went to the intersection of 5th Avenue and 55th Street.

There are too many presents he wants to buy, it is inevitable that he has not thought thoroughly, and he needs to keep looking for something to make up for.

The first thing he thought of was a group of snot-nosed kids, and he bought gifts for them with Miao Cuihua.

Then I remembered that Liu Guigui and Shuangxi's gifts from my ancestors' family had not yet arrived.

By this time night had fallen.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a Fifth Avenue boutique.

He looked a little familiar, and immediately remembered that this store should be the predecessor of the later Saks Fifth Avenue boutique.

Seeing that the door was still open, Zhao Chuanxin walked in.

This time, no one stopped him.

But not enthusiastic.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the fashion district, looked at the colorful clothes, and couldn't help scratching his head.

If Sister Hua was there, she would definitely be able to tell at a glance which size is suitable for whom.

Sister Hua has this talent.

He scratched his head and waved to the clerk not far away.

The clerk looked at him and turned his head away.

Zhao Chuanxin is the kind of person who has to work hard when going uphill and be happy when going downhill.

Usually, he doesn't care much about other people's big eyelids.

But these days, it's all about cleaning up New York.

He pointed at the clerk: "Don't say I won't give you a chance, I'll count to three silently, if you don't come to serve, don't say that I'll cut off both of your legs!"

The clerk rolled his eyes, and lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the holster: "Sir, New York is not peaceful, I suggest you be careful when you speak, I'm not a human being if I go crazy."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Then who do you compare your scores with?"

Shop clerk: "..."

Not to be outdone, the clerk said, "Sir, although you are very tall, I have one more head, ten heads, and fourteen feet than the ancient Greek sculptor Lysippus said. I am not afraid of you in a fight."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the staff: "10 heads and 14 yards feet? Okay, next season you will defend against James."

"Sir, if you want to shop, shop. If you don't shop, we're closing soon."

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

The clerk became nervous and lifted the hem of his clothes again.

However, he found that Zhao Chuanxin could not be restrained by this at all, so he threatened dryly: "Don't come here, or I will draw a gun."

"Take it out. Ten steps away, the gun is faster. Within ten steps, my gun is faster than you."

It's not your fault, right?

"..." The clerk only showed the holster of the gun, but refused to take out the gun for a long time.

When Zhao Chuanxin got closer, he remained the same.

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed, and went over to lift off his clothes, but it turned out to be an empty holster.

The clerk blushed and said with a thick neck: "I, my gun fell into the changing room, don't be ignorant."

"You fucking pig nose with scallions, pretending to be with me?" Zhao Chuanxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, grabbed the back of his neck, and walked away: "Quick fuck, don't force me to do it."

How dare this thin and tall guy fight back.

Zhao Chuanxin threw him to the fashion district: "I said, you choose for me."

The clerk looked very angry and wanted to fight desperately, sniffing, as if spewing anger.He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "Then tell me."

Zhao Chuanxin lost all anger caused by the stick, and wanted to laugh instead.

Funny.

"Five feet, more than nine inches, 165 pounds, pick me a suitable set."

The clerk rolled his eyes and asked, "How is his figure?"

"Strong, but not fat, broad shoulders and narrow waist."

The clerk had piercing eyes, and took one casually like a girl.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the fabric fits the rough and dark colors of this era, but the style is very different from the current Edwardian suits and the popular country suits in the United States. It seems to be influenced by military uniforms. The upper body has broad shoulders and narrow waistlines. Drape suit meaning.The trousers are cut loose and have a raised waistline, which really makes you feel comfortable when you wear them.

Every era has a unique aesthetic, but the mainstream aesthetic does not mean that there are no other styles.

Mainly recognition.

Zhao Chuanxin must give the clerk a thumbs up: "Nice."

There is nothing more suitable for his great-grandfather than this dress.

He added: "5 feet less than 7 inches, 132 pounds."

The clerk continued to roll his eyes and asked, "Age, physical condition."

"Slim, not strong, but strong, more than 30." Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, and added: "I like to pretend."

The clerk touched it casually: "This suit is suitable for him. It needs a three-piece suit. It has a style from the 60s and a modern style. It is a must-have for nostalgic pretenders."

This is a set of casual clothes made of heavy fabrics, and Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up again.

Talent.

Wouldn't another ancestor be good at this?

Next, Zhao Chuanxin said in more detail, telling everyone's appearance characteristics, personality preferences and all.

This product can pick out the corresponding clothes one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but said, "How much money do you make a month now?"

The clerk hesitated this time: "$3.5 a week."

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How do you know the size? You seem to know the style of every era like the back of your hand?"

"Sir, I am under no obligation to tell you this."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the back of his neck: "Say."

The clerk was full of anger, but poured beans out of the bamboo tube: "My father is a tailor, and I am an apprentice. Our money was cheated, and my father was so angry. I have no money to open a shop, so I have to come to work."

Zhao Chuanxin let go: "Damn, you have to force me to do it if you don't walk away and hit the backward dog. Let me ask you, how is your tailoring skill?"

The clerk raised his chest and raised his head, with his nostrils facing the sky: "If you are ambitious, you have to be young. Listen carefully, my skills are second in New York, and no one dares to be the first."

Look, you've been screwed.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Why don't you go to the East with me and open a tailor shop for you, with a basic monthly salary of 30 US dollars and some shares."

"It's up to you?" The clerk's mouth slanted and his eyes slanted.

"You are so damn stupid!" Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head. "I'll give you six days to think about it. If you want to go, pack up your things. Go to 165 Grand Street and find Abraham Cohen. He will arrange it, and you won't wait until it's overdue."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chuanxin went to the counter to settle the accounts with the big and small packages.

Leave the clerk thoughtful.

After finishing the calculation, Zhao Chuanxin took out another sum of money: "Send it to the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, and use the rest as a tip."

At 5th Avenue and 55th Street, the St. Regis Hotel.

When Zhao Chuanxin entered the door, the doorman looked at him curiously: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"A high-rise, a top-level suite."

"Sorry, sir, the top suite is not open to the public."

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "Is it open to non-whites, or is it not open to the outside world, only accepting reservations?"

The doorman said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask the manager."

Zhao Chuanxin went in with him.

The lobby manager came forward and said, "Sir, the top suite is only open to white people."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand with an axe.

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin came to the front desk: "I want a top-level suite, high-level."

Trembling at the front desk, he took out a key: "Sir, it's on the ninth floor."

Zhao Chuanxin put the key away, without even looking at the disabled lobby manager.

While walking, he muttered: "New York is a colorful world, you can enjoy everything, but it's a bit expensive for the lobby manager."

front desk:"……"

Manhattan Police Department First Precinct.

The chief's office was ringing.

"Come in," said the dignified voice of Francis Collins.

A police detective came in a hurry: "Boss, there was a vicious wounding incident at the St. Regis Hotel. The suspect is Asian. I suspect..."

Francis Collins squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "If you haven't left after hurting someone, then there is no need to doubt it. It was Zhao Chuanxin who did it."

"what should we do?"

"Record, report, don't care about anything else."

After the police detective left, Francis Collins picked up the phone and dialed the city council: "Mr. McClellan, it's me, Francis, Zhao Chuanxin hurt someone again at the St. Regis Hotel. He just left Del Monico Restaurant, killed John Rockefeller Jr.'s bodyguard..."

New York Mayor George Bruce McClellan put his hand on his forehead: "I see, I will call the White House immediately, someone should come forward and take care of it."

So, Zhao Chuanxin, who was in the hotel, just finished taking a shower, walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, and the landline phone rang.

Only top suites are equipped with telephones.

Zhao Chuanxin picked it up and heard a familiar voice, it was Da Luo.

Da Luo said, "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin heard that Da Luo's tone was a bit aggressive.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned: "I did a lot of things last night, which made me very sleepy today and I want to sleep."

"What?" Big Law paused: "You make such a fuss, do you think I will send the army to besiege you? The United States does not lack the courage to fight to the death. In the War of Independence, the Civil War, and the Spanish-American War, we have experienced blood and fire. I think that although the army is only used against you alone, no one in the world should laugh at the United States."

Zhao Chuanxin guessed, did Da Luo scare him, or did he mean it?
Zhao Chuanxin will not think that he is smarter than Da Luo, and it is often difficult to distinguish the truth from the words of politicians.

The deeper the understanding of war, the less motivated Zhao Chuanxin was once a newborn calf.

Even though he has endless methods, there are too many factors that can kill him on the battlefield.

If the army is all out, under the siege regardless of the cost, the probability of Zhao Chuanxin's death should be more than [-]%.

The Fortitude Armor, which is the core material of the Creation of War, can't stop the shells, and even under heavy machine gun fire, he may not be able to survive without a bunker.

Seeing that he was silent, Da Luo pushed forward: "I don't want to have a next time."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately responded: "I will dare next time."

"you……"

　Thank you for the monthly pass, it will explode in a few days, let me save ammunition.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)