mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 490 The Return
Back to North Tarrytown.

Jiang Bo was a little disappointed when he saw that he had left New York City and headed towards the backcountry.

It seems that Zhao Chuanxin did not lie, and the [-] US dollars may have really been scraped together.

At least, in terms of financial resources, Zhao Chuanxin should not be at the level of old Morgan.

However, when the carriage passed through North Tarrytown and continued towards the desolate area, Jiang Bo finally couldn't bear it: "Are we going to sleep in the wilderness?"

Zhao Chuanxin closed his eyes half-closed and rested his mind, ignoring this nonsense at all.

Finally, the carriage arrived at Ethan Manor.

The overall scale of the Ethan Manor is much grander than that of the Morgan Mansion, and the decoration inside looks very fashionable, giving it a refreshing feeling.

Jiang Bo opened his mouth wide in astonishment: "Whose house is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes: "Mine."

Then, he took out the money and threw it to the driver: "Here is your tip."

The coachman hurriedly said: "Sir, you don't need it, Mr. Morgan will pay my salary."

Zhao Chuanxin left without looking back.

The coachman looked at it and couldn't laugh or cry: Good guy, ten cents, how about sending the beggar?
Zhao Chuanxin saw Nikola Tesla sitting by the garden, chatting with Benjamin Goldberg.

The two danced and danced, talking and spitting.

The old monk cooking rice sat next to him as if he was in meditation, as if he was an expert listening to the debate.

Jiang Bo wondered, "Hey, that dog is very human."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't turn his head back: "I think you are quite human."

"..."

The content of the dispute between the two seems to be whether the ether exists.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Nicolas, first of all, we are not sure whether the ether exists, right? Then you use this as a theory to build that kind of aircraft, and you are doomed to fail."

Nikola Tesla objected: "Without recognizing the existence of ether and the indispensable role it plays in the phenomenal world, all attempted explanations of the workings of the universe are useless. See, I am perfecting The details of it, as long as the funds are available, I will have it published in a short time."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted them: "Nicolas, I have solved the problem of Wardenclyffe Tower, and your debt is gone. Do you want to stay in New York, or go to China with me?"

Nikola Tesla said angrily: "I'm going to stay in New York now, I want to prove the existence of ether, I want to build an anti-gravity aircraft, and let your apprentice know that he is wrong."

Benjamin Goldberg curled his lips in disdain.

Zhao Chuanxin was willing to give up money, but he was reluctant to give up his Thor's Hammer.

Would love to come back, but in case Nikola Tesla actually invents the "mobile phone", it means more for the next era.

He said, "I'm leaving tomorrow, you really don't think about going with me?"

Nicola Sterling hesitated: "I need a lot of experimental equipment, which is not available in backward Asia."

"It can be shipped by ship."

"But, what about the electricity? What about the laboratory? You always have to prepare these for me so that I can start working conveniently?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it too.

It would be a great waste to leave this person's head idle for three to two years.

But he had to say something ugly: "Nicolas, I will assign bodyguards for you, not only to protect you, but also to protect your experimental results. Don't disclose them, let alone register patents. I don't need to earn patent fees. Do you understand?"

Nicola Sterling was helpless: "Got it."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the manor again: "If you are tired and want to rest, you can come here and always reserve a room for you."

Benjamin Goldberg shrugged: "Nicolas, it's your loss if you don't follow my master. With my master in charge, our ideas can quickly become reality. Life has a limit, for you and me Time is precious to humans.”

Nicola Stella vowed: "Don't worry about this, I will live to be 150 years old."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Scientists are good, you can brag as you like."

He knew that this person lived to be 86 years old.

It's still old, but it's still too early to be 150 years old.

On the contrary, he, Zhao Chuanxin, shouldn't have a problem living to 150 years old.

Nikola Tesla said: "I will live to be 150 years old, look, when I am 80 years old, I will still be full of energy."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Well, I believe this."

Historically, Nikola Tesla was still full of energy even at the age of 80.

Zhao Chuanxin's reaction to his bold ambitions did not satisfy Nikola Tesla.

He pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "It's you, who eat and drink and indulge in excesses, and the lifespan of a person will continue to decline. Be careful that you will become weak and weak when you are old..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up to the sky and sighed: "The saddest thing in life is that people are alive and money is gone. You are lucky to have met me so that you will not be poor."

Jiang Bo's eyes lit up: "That's a great word!

It is necessary to raise a son to guard against old age. "

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Raising children doesn't prevent old age, only being rich can prevent old age!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin thought of Kang Youwei, and Zhao Chuanxin probably took away all the money he had accumulated for many years through hard work and cheating.

Give him some background, wait for this business genius to make a comeback, and cut him a wave of leeks while he is still making money. Thinking about it, I think it is beautiful.

at night.

Miao Cuihua saw Zhao Chuanxin bring a sand table back to the bedroom.

Wearing an empty nightgown, she pulled her hair up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "Have you heard of the Pen Fairy?"

"No." Miao Cuihua shook her head.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the paper pig, took it apart, and folded a quill pen according to the method Henry Sturgess Morgan taught him.

The pages of "Demon Code" are very interesting, and "deductive method" must be used to make it play its due role.

Zhao Chuanxin held the barrel of the folding quill pen, and the tip of the pen touched the sand table.

He said, "Xingyue, you can write now, right?"

The tip of the pen wobbles sideways, as if shaking its head.

Miao Cuihua put her chin on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and looked at it with surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I remember you could write before. Can you draw?"

Perhaps the weirdo cut off the expressive function of Xingyue.

Xingyue manipulated the folding quill, and quickly drew a stick figure on the sand table.

Then quickly erase to draw the second stick figure.

The heads of the two stickmen went up and down, as if nodding, the answer is yes.

But looking at the stickman, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

"Is "Devil Code" related to you?"

Stickman nods.

"what is the relationship?"

First there is the stickman, with a boxy shape next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin was confused.

Xingyue erased both.

Then turned into a stickman.

"Sister Hua, do you understand?"

Miao Cuihua shook her head in bewilderment, and made a long sound with her nose: "Mmm..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Xingyue, do you know how long my life span is now?"

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that the length of human life span is not a fixed number.

For example, how many years he gained, but it is very likely that he lost his life due to injury or disease or, as Nikola Tesla said, due to improper diet and excessive sexual indulgence.

A stickman appeared on the sand table, followed by fifty points, and then another stickman appeared.

At this time, the stickman's body has become more curved than the previous body, and the three hairs on the top of the head have become two.

Then about fifty points, at this time the stickman seemed to have shrunk, he was a head shorter, his back was hunched, and the hair on the top of his head became a strand.

There are three more points behind, and the stickman falls down.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Hey... I will be old in 50 years? After a hundred years, I will only have three years of life left?"

Somehow, he was relieved, but also filled with great loss.

Miao Cuihua turned her head to look at his side face, and said softly: "If there are some things that are out of control, I will stop practicing the face balancing technique at that time. Don't be afraid, I will grow old slowly with you."

Growing old together is more romantic than everlasting vows.

"I..." Zhao Chuanxin's voice became a little hoarse: "You may not be able to take what Xingyue said seriously, after all, it is disabled now."

As soon as the words were finished, he folded the quill to smooth out the sand table and repainted.

A shorter stickman is holding a gun, and the mouth of the stickman seems to have sprayed some liquid.

The second stickman falls down.The third got up, the fourth fell, and the fifth got up.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't make up his mind: "What do you mean? It means don't be afraid, and get up again after falling? Do I fucking need you to fill me with chicken soup?"

The stars and the moon will not be painted.

Zhao Chuanxin dismantled the quill and refolded it into a paper pig.

He shook the sand table, turned his head and said: "It's a waste of my time to talk nonsense with it. The night is long and I don't want to sleep. A moment of spring festival is worth a thousand gold..."

Miao Cuihua smiled charmingly.

Don't go to court early, the king.

Freddie Pavitt couldn't go to bed early.

He was calling and sending telegrams one after another.

Kang Youwei's shipping company has been owned by Zhao Chuanxin.

Freddy Pavitt contacted shipping, contacted Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company, contacted Arthur Gompers for stevedores.

After working for half a night, he could get up early the next morning to take care of Zhao Chuanxin's daily life.

Zhao Chuanxin washed and exercised, and when he was eating breakfast, he waved to Freddie Pavitt: "Come, let's have a meal together this morning."

Freddie Pavitt hesitated for a moment before sitting at the end of the table.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "After I leave the United States, everything here will be handed over to you. As long as you don't delay your normal work, don't delay your marriage and childbirth. My place is not a monastery."

In terms of material, Zhao Chuanxin has not treated him badly.

He had no worries about food and clothing in the manor, and he had saved all his wages.

Not to mention getting married and having children, even going out to start a small business now is no problem.

Freddie Pavitt is quite satisfied with his current life, he said gratefully: "Master, I know, I will take good care of my home."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "The traffic may not be convenient now, but when the air transport develops in the future, you can take a plane to China to see."

Freddy Pavitt was inexplicably sad, and the circles of his eyes were red.

He knew that this time when Zhao Chuanxin returned to China, he might be away for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin is moody, but he never treats his own people violently, even if he does something wrong, he will at most be scolded by him.

But you must not betray him, or you will die a miserable death.

After breakfast.

Freddie Pavitt hurried to arrange the shipment of the goods.

Carloads of goods, some from Ethan Manor, and some from Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company, were delivered to New York Harbor.

It also includes the luggage of Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis.

They were in the manor at this time, together with Zhao Chuanxin, waiting for lunch before leaving...

(End of this chapter)