I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 298 Zhu Houzhao: Wall Street is mine! I want to start an uprising right here! Trick old Roosevelt!

Yes!

The restaurant was peaceful and even had elegant music and a low-voiced singer.

The mood of eating is completely fulfilled.

Roosevelt even saw Zhu Houzhao's love for Roosevelt Jr., and even brought Roosevelt Jr. along.

At this moment, three pairs of eyes among the four people were looking at Zhu Houzhao.

"Damn it! Sorry..."

"Roosevelt, I have to go! There was a little accident."

"We'll talk about it when we're destined to..."

Facing the gazes of these people, Zhu Houzhao stood up, said something quickly to Roosevelt, and left. He was afraid that if he arrived too late, he would not be able to eat the hot food.

The Roosevelts, father and son, were completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

Only Wang Shouren knew what Zhu Houzhao learned through the magical chat group.

Wang Shouren did not say anything to the father and son. He followed without saying anything and then quickly asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"Damn it, that lunatic Grant, who would have thought that he would actually appear over there! And he stole our show!"

"fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Zhu Houzhao was now full of "fuck", which was the only way to vent his dissatisfaction. He thought that the stage he had built with great difficulty was snatched away by others before he even got on stage. This made Zhu Houzhao feel a little green on his head!

"Grant, the lunatic?"

"Your Majesty, what is going on?"

Wang Shouren obviously didn't understand Grant's madness, and asked hurriedly: "So, did something happen at the City Hall? Your Majesty, can we get there now? It will take half an hour by carriage. I'm afraid it will be too late by the time we get there..."

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Wang Shouren still decisively reminded Zhu Houzhao.

"Yup!"

"It's too late for me to rush over!"

"Fuck!"

"We might as well just start an uprising right here! Let's kidnap the rich people here first!"

Zhu Houzhao suddenly stopped and realized all this belatedly, but he finally realized that it was not too late, he could start an uprising right there...

Anyway, Roosevelt just introduced this restaurant as a place where all kinds of big bosses from Wall Street would come for lunch and a break. He doesn't want the dozens of ready-made sex tickets, so what else does he want?
"Your Majesty, it is not impossible to start an uprising here... but first..."

Wang Shouren also agreed. It doesn't matter where the matter is, as long as the emperor is happy. He immediately got into a professional state and gave Zhu Houzhao advice.

……

"Father, so... did you offend His Majesty the King just now?"

Zhu Houzhao and the other man had been gone for about half a minute before Roosevelt Jr. reacted. He looked at his old father with the clear eyes of a child and gave him a warm reminder.

"But I didn't say anything!?"

"Connie!"

"Hurry up and call His Majesty the King!"

Roosevelt, who was reminded, subconsciously retorted and then directly called his assistant to stop Zhu Houzhao. If such a big business was to be lost, all his work would be in vain.

"Boss, His Majesty the King and the others haven't left..."

"I don't know what they are discussing there?"

Connie stood at the stairs, watching what Wang Shouren and Zhu Houzhao were discussing.

Roosevelt and his son also ran over and saw this scene. This made him feel strange for a moment, and then he heard two clear and low sounds.

"Hmm? Connie, did you hear any strange noises?"

"No..." After all, this place is quite far from the City Hall, so Connie didn't hear it just now.

However, they didn't need to listen any longer, because the next dull explosions came one after another.

Directions to City Hall?
Now, everyone in the restaurant heard it and looked towards the City Hall, wondering what happened there today. There were so many people, and there was this strange sound again...

Roosevelt once again felt a flash of uneasiness.

But the next moment, before he could make any decision, Roosevelt saw Zhu Houzhao bid farewell to Wang Shouren and stayed here alone.

"Son, did you hear what His Majesty the King and the others said just now?"

Roosevelt was trying to get a message from his son.

Roosevelt Jr. shook his head.

"You have to learn Chinese in the future... remember that."

He said it casually, and the next moment he put on a smile: "Your Majesty, what happened just now? Is there anything I can help you with?"

It’s no wonder that he was distracted, because Zhu Houzhao had already gone back upstairs, and he wanted to ask Zhu Houzhao what had just happened.

"There really is..."

"Mr. Roosevelt, I want to ask you, are you sure you know all the bosses and even the rich people on Wall Street?"

Zhu Houzhao suppressed all his thoughts and just smiled.

"All the rich people? All the bosses... I know them all... So Your Majesty the King..." Roosevelt was even more puzzled.

"It's good to know them. How many of the bosses or wealthy people dining here do you know?"

Zhu Houzhao had nothing to fear from staying here alone. Instead, he wanted to squeeze out more valuable things from his father Roosevelt.

"This...now?"

"There are about 20 to 30 people... I don't have the exact number, I can ask Connie to confirm it, but... Your Majesty, you don't want to do business with us anymore, do you?"

"Row!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled even brighter, and then apologized: "There was indeed a small accident just now. Please forgive me, Mr. Roosevelt. We can go back to our seats and continue... In addition, let me ask again, if something happens in the City Hall, how long will it take for the news to get here?"

Zhu Houzhao asked casually.

Wang Shouren, who was outside the restaurant, had already given the signal directly.

Suddenly, the three hundred people hiding nearby all came over.

……

town Hall.

Today only half of the main building remains.

Although only an hour had passed, it felt like an earthquake had occurred here.

Jackson walked out under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, and then the adjutant beside him immediately shouted.

"Is there anyone alive?"

"Someone shouted..."

"Or whether to surrender..."

After a few shouts, a white flag was weakly raised from an office on the third floor, and cries for help came from several rooms.

"Put down your weapons! Put down your weapons..."

"If you want to live, put down your weapons..."

The adjutant continued to shout, and Jackson walked to an abandoned cannon where there were other people's bodies...but Grant's body was missing.

"President, we have discovered..."

Suddenly, a soldier found a helmet under another collapsed wall: "This seems to be the helmet from Wilson's time and space..."

With the joint efforts of several people, the stone was lifted up, and a set of equipment appeared, but Grant was missing.

Such a scene also made Jackson feel relieved.

【American Xuanzong Jackson: @Grant...are you okay? 】

Only then did he summon Grant again in the chat group.

(End of this chapter)