mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 485 Ten Days Restoration in New York (End)

Therefore, Andrew Miller tried a sentence: "Master, how can I convince the believers? Is there an opportunity?"

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and recalled.

In Andrew Miller's view, it was like swaying before performing some kind of supernatural power.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Yes, at 1908:6 am on June 30, 6, some old rulers will wake up from their deep sleep, and an earth-shattering explosion will occur near the Tunguska River in Siberia!"

Andrew Miller's eyes widened, and he felt a sudden chill, rising from his tailbone and heading straight to the sky.

is this real?
If true, it would be terrible.

The Old One is terrifying, and the leader is even more terrifying.

He himself has been immersed in the world setting described by Zhao Chuanxin and cannot extricate himself.

He timidly asked: "Master, are you the God of 'Noise'? On that day you will awaken the Old Ones? Or, you are the Old Ones? Otherwise, the Chamber God is unpredictable, are you How did you predict its behavior?"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The thinking of two people is not on the same channel at all.

He was trying his best to describe a mythological system, but Andrew Miller actually believed all of them, and asked such stupid questions.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly, and made mistakes: "All the names of the chamber pot gods known to the world are obscure pronunciations that are occasionally heard. This may be the sound they made, or it may not be. You just translated the pronunciation.

So, you can name it whatever you want.

You can't really call out the name of the chamber pot god without any pronunciation.

Human beings only live in a three-dimensional world, and the chamber pot god lives in a higher dimension. In their eyes, human beings are as insignificant as a bug.

Don't think it's the 'noise' that wakes up the Old One, and he loses his temper to cause an explosion near the Tunguska River. Remember, it is indescribable and indescribable! "

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin refused to answer directly, Andrew Miller felt more and more problematic.

He scratched his heart and liver, suspicious.

No matter how you look at Zhao Chuanxin, you feel that he is not human.

This is horrible.

For a while, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was the book of the dimensional barrier, for a while he thought it was the old ruler, and for a while it was like "noise".

His various storylines gradually took shape in the midst of suspicion.

On the way, during the question and answer, the two perfected the system, just waiting for Andrew Miller to add details.

Unknowingly returned to New York.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to Xinghui Catering Company, and raised a sum of money from Abraham Cohen to Andrew Miller: "This is the first fund for the establishment of the Chamber of Gods, 5000 US dollars, and the follow-up is up to you."

Andrew Miller tugged at his hair: "Master, what is the purpose of creating the Chamber Cult with your money and effort?"

"Disintegrate arrogance." Zhao Chuanxin didn't explain much.

It was just a nail that Zhao Chuanxin planted at will.

Because arrogance will bring destruction, this is a link in the mythical system of the Chamber Pot Cult, and the disciples of the Chamber Pot Cult are destined to have a conscious confrontation with a small group of people.

If you can't buy 5000 yuan, you can't get a loss and you can't be fooled.

Andrew Miller did not expect that the Chamber Pot Cult he founded would become a group with a wide audience in later generations.

Due to the loose teachings and lack of rules and regulations, there are many believers.

Zhao Chuanxin found it very interesting to think about it, and he left a little bit of his mark in history.

……

On November 11, the weather in New York was gloomy, and snowflakes had been falling since the morning.

It usually snows only at the end of November, and this year's weather is very unusual.

Grenville Harper was not affected much by the stock market crash, but instead made a small profit.

He came to work on Wall Street in a private carriage. There was a charcoal stove in the carriage. He baked it with his hands and put his feet close to the charcoal stove. He still felt a little cold.

May be a little weak.

Suddenly, he heard the noise outside the carriage.

Opening the curtain and looking out, it turned out to be the Bronze King Fritz Heinze whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Fritz Heinze disappeared for a while after he lost a large sum of money by manipulating the stock market, and even when he appeared later, he was very low-key, usually reclusive, and no one knew what he was doing.

Everyone felt that his defeat was like a mountain, and there was no possibility of recovery.

However, Grenville Harper noticed that Fritz Heinze's complexion was very good, and there was no sign of depression on his face.

He and some people, wearing heavy wool coats and leather gloves, are handing out leaflets on the street.

Grenville Harper's carriage had tight windows to keep warm, and he faintly heard Fritz Heinze shout a few slogans, only hearing words like "racial equality" and "call for peace" .

This made him very curious, he rang the bell, the driver stopped, and he said to the driver, "Go and get a leaflet."

In fact, there is no need to get it. A man wearing a newsboy hat saw the car stop and took the initiative to stuff the leaflet into the carriage through the seam.

Grenville Harper was dragged in, and the carriage drove on.

He looked down to read and found that it was an article against racial discrimination.

This is curious, how could Fritz Heinze get involved in such activities?
The article is well-founded and logical, not only explaining the moral issues of discrimination, but also related to the economic level.

Fritz Heinze believed that if racial segregation and restrictions were liberalized and the circulation of people increased, the recovery time on Wall Street would be at least doubled, and the country would be more prosperous.

He analyzed all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even Grenville Harper felt that his words were reasonable.

In addition, Fritz Heinze emphasized Zhao Chuanxin's recent actions.

He claimed: If New York does not curb this kind of discrimination, everyone will have a sharp knife hanging on their heads and face personal safety concerns at any time.

Grenville Harper couldn't help showing a wry smile after seeing Zhao Chuanxin's name.

After learning that Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin has been stirring up trouble in New York recently.

At this time, even if Wilhelmina came to New York again, Grenville Harper swore that he would never be jealous of Zhao Chuanxin again.

This kind of thing can cost lives.

He put away the leaflet and went to the bank.

He found the office talking about Fritz Heinze and his leaflets.

After all, it was the famous Copper King in the past.

"Why do you say he did such a thing?"

"I guess, he lost too much money, and his heart is not normal."

"Maybe he deliberately created a gimmick, or there may be other conspiracies."

After all, he has a criminal record, and there are many people who have opinions on Fritz Heinze.

The root cause of this financial crisis lies with Fritz Heinze.

Grenville Harper couldn't help but said: "Don't you know that Fritz Heinze has a very good relationship with Zhao Chuanxin now?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Of course, Fritz Heinze is actually endorsing Zhao Chuanxin." Grenville Harper said with some complacency.

These days, if you have knowledge, you will make people look up to you.

Copper King Fritz Heinze, Wall Street, these words are enough for the newspapers.

With Wall Street as the center, the news slowly spread around.

Fritz Heinze used another method, using his identity as a gimmick to let the news spread by word of mouth, and the effect of spreading it was better than that of newspapers.

Wall Street is just the tip of the iceberg. He also hired people to promote on Avenue A, Grand Street, and some areas in Brooklyn, and boldly put up banners in some places.

There may be some people who never read a newspaper, but everyone loves to gossip, whether the person admits it or not.

Curiosity cannot be quit.

It is said that the beginning of human civilization is related to gossip.

One day, the effect is better than Zhao Chuanxin tossing for several days.

Now, New York knows that the Far East butchers are killing because of discrimination.

……

Zhao Chuanxin has already dismissed Andrew Miller.

He has not been in the United States for a long time, but he seems to have met many people and many things.

Even when he was about to leave, his mind always faintly reminded him that he still had things to do.

After serious thinking, he slapped his thigh: There are still little apprentices!

He came to the department store, intending to repeat the same trick and lure the clerk to make a mistake.

However, the clerk was very polite after seeing him enter the door: "Sir, what do you want to buy?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought it might be that this store was special, there was no discrimination at all, and it was enthusiastic.

He said, "Cotton gloves, wool scarves, maple syrup, pretzels, potato chips, chocolate, give me all. Wind-up toys, wooden horses, and other toys."

The clerk was so enthusiastic that he picked and picked and brought a bunch of things.

The clerk was also holding a model of a cannon: "Sir, if it is a boy, it will definitely like this."

Zhao Chuanxin took over.

This is a box. In addition to the cannon model, there are cleaning rods, gunpowder and projectiles in the box.

The cannon is metal, beautifully crafted, with ignition ports and front loading.

Zhao Chuanxin looked over and over again: "Can this light a fire?"

"Mr. Yes, dig a sandpit on the ground, bury the gun in it and fix it, ignite and fire it, and it can smash wine bottles a few meters away. It's just a little more expensive, it costs 2 dollars."

Zhao Chuanxin's thinking is very strange. Some people may think this kind of toy is dangerous, but he did the opposite: "I bought it."

His apprentice must not be weak and weak.

After packing his things, he hired a carriage and went to a restaurant to have some food before leaving.

The cook at Arthur Gompers's house made a terrible meal.

When he entered the restaurant, he didn't see the quarantine area, and the waiter was very polite when he saw him.

If it's just one department store, maybe it's an accident.

It would be abnormal if everything is friendly to Asians.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that Fritz Heinze said he wanted to help, could it be him?

Zhao Chuanxin went to the home of Arthur Gompers.

When the little apprentice Marguerite Gompers saw the master brought her a bunch of gifts, she jumped happily.

The little girl who was "possessed" by the devil before, now the haze is gone, and there is no abnormality.

"Master, you finally came to see me."

Zhao Chuanxin asked in front of Arthur Gompers: "Master is going back to the East, do you want to come with me?"

Arthur Gompers' face changed slightly when he heard the words.

Fortunately, the girl is very strong, she shook her head resolutely: "I don't want to leave my parents."

Arthur Gompers breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zhao Chuanxin forcibly took his daughter away, he would not have the courage to go all out.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. He gave the snack toy to his apprentice, pointed to the cannon model and said, "This cannon can be fired, and you can only play it with your father. After you are proficient, you can operate it by yourself."

Arthur Gompers did not take this to heart.

He was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would change his mind, so he changed the topic and said, "You know, Zhao, Tong Wang actually went to the street to distribute leaflets, promoting racial equality..."

Zhao Chuanxin showed a smile: It really is that old boy Fritz Heinze, the past few days are finally not in vain...

(End of this chapter)