mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 390

It can't be said that the host and guest had a good time, but at least Zhao Chuanxin was full.

After the meal, he got up and said goodbye: "Arthur, don't forget to check on Charles Baker for me!"

Arthur Gompers hesitated. "You're not going to get me in trouble, are you?"

"Trust me, get my friendship worth more than your troubles."

Marguerite Gompers leaned against the door of her house and waved at Zhao Chuanxin: "Goodbye, sir, remember to come and see me."

Left the home of Arthur Gompers.

On the way, Zhao Chuanxin said to Abraham Cohen: "Tomorrow, take your people to the Cotton Nightclub in Harlem, where we will assemble. Don't play tricks, or your cousin in Sing Sing Prison will not be able to save you. "

Abraham Cohen had a bitter face: "But, Mr. Chen, it's easy to ask them to do it, but it's difficult to ask them to do their best."

"Don't worry, I already have some ideas, which will solve their employment problem."

Abraham Cohen did not show a happy look.

These days, even the prince Arthur Gompers of the Labor Federation can't do anything, so what can Zhao Chuanxin do?
……

Edith Roosevelt was restless.

At the beginning, she and Zhao Chuanxin reached a joint intention, which was carried out without telling Da Luo.

Zhao Chuanxin's follow-up performance made her feel that she was in a quagmire, and her bond with Zhao Chuanxin was getting tighter and tighter.

"Have you found him?" she asked the chief Secret Service agent.

The chief secret service agent shook his head: "Ma'am, we went to Ethan Manor and were told that he went back and left."

"Where's Charles Baker? Any news of him?"

"No, ma'am, New York City is too big to find a hideout like finding a needle in a haystack. And we can't investigate blatantly."

"Hey, I hope there will be no big trouble!"

The chief secret service agent hesitated: "Madam, I have found out something else."

Edith Roosevelt was taken aback: "What is it?"

"A man named Jesse Livermore on Wall Street and a man named Thomas W. Lawson seem to be working for Zhao Chuanxin. They are manipulating the stock market and advocating the market..."

Edith Roosevelt suddenly felt betrayed.

Zhao Chuanxin called "Edi Yidi" affectionately, so why did he do things to trick her?

Didn't we agree to form an alliance?

She took a deep breath and said, "I want you to keep this matter a secret from everyone, including my husband. Can you do this? You know, I never forget friendship."

Secret service agents, the service objects include the big boss and his family.

But in general, it is to serve the big boss.

The chief Secret Service agent struggled with hearing about Edith Roosevelt's influence on Big Lo.

Then this promise is more weighty.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Madam, I promise you..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin took Marcus Nkrumah to a hotel in Brooks for one night.

The next day, he came to the Cotton Nightclub.

Isaiah waited a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin paid and asked him to buy lunch for 40 people.

There were more and more people in the private room, and Abraham Cohen's Jewish gang and the helpers of Brother Smith gathered here.

A group of men with big arms and round waists puffed up after a full meal, and the private room was like a fairyland.

There will inevitably be friction among people of all colors.

Not long after, a Jew and a black had a quarrel, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"Fuck, you have to apologize to me!"

"Nigger, why am I apologizing to you?"

"I am going to kill you……"

The quarrel caused by the two then involved two distinct groups of black and white, and it seemed that they were about to fight.

At this moment.

A well-proportioned "click" and "click" sounded in the room.

Attracted by the sound, everyone turned their heads in unison.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a three-piece gray fishbone dark pattern tweed suit. His hair was combed back, revealing a neat forehead and hairline.

He leaned forward, his eyes flickering in the smoke.

He supported his chin with his left hand, and held a horse brand in his right hand. The barrel of the gun was pulled by him with one hand, making a "click, click, click" sound.

Seeing him take out his gun, everyone's voices were suppressed unconsciously.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had attracted their attention, he sat up straight and pressed a row of bullets on the table into the clips.

He took the time to push the clip in, pulled the trigger again, and pulled the trigger towards the ceiling.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three shots in a row!

Everyone shivered, and the room became audible with needles falling.

Zhao Chuanxin walked around coldly for a week, took out a cigar and put it in his mouth.

Isaiah lit him with a match like a dog's leg.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar, leaned back, and raised his legs.

He opened his mouth slowly, and his tone was not angry and pretentious: "I'll just tell you this, the more people who can't eat, the more they like to make a lot of noise."

A tall, lanky Jew in a newsboy hat was unconvinced and said to Abraham Cohen: "Who is he? Who is he, tell me this?"

The Smith brothers and Isaiah all looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin knows magic!
Abraham Cohen hurriedly said, "This is Mr. Chen Yigeng!"

Newsboy Cap's expression changed, but his neck was still stuck.

Zhao Chuanxin got up, buttoned his chest, and came to the newsboy cap.

The newsboy hat is about 1.7 meters tall, which is already considered tall at this time, but he still has to raise his head to be at eye level with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held the scepter of redemption and pressed it against the chin of the newsboy hat: "I can see that you are a bad tempered person, but who is the score compared to? Abraham's cousin dare not talk to me like you."

The newsboy hat swallowed his saliva, and said dryly: "With all due respect, Uncle Abraham can feed us, but why should we listen to you?"

"You don't call it a full meal, that's a hungry meal." Zhao Chuanxin took back the redemption scepter. "Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish, but I can make your life worry-free in the future!"

A group of Jews looked at each other.

Someone said, "Sir, our casino and women have been divided up by the Eastman Gang and the Purple Gang. What else can we do?"

The two gangs he mentioned are also Jewish groups.

When Cousin Abraham Cohen was imprisoned in Sing Sing, his land was divided up.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Dining car!"

Abraham Cohen's head full of question marks: "What food truck?"

In the coming economic crisis, a large number of workers will be unemployed, a large number of factories will close down, and some middle-class people will lose their wallets and even live on the streets penniless.

At this time, what industry can survive and even make money?

In basic necessities of life, only food is the most important thing.

Zhao Chuanxin pondered for a long time last night before he came up with an idea.

He said: "I will invest in a company that focuses on affordable food. It will appear in the form of a mobile dining truck, so there is no need for decoration, no investment in plates, tables and chairs, no store rental costs, so the price is low, and it is dedicated to supplying workers and workers. family, and the poor.”

Just like in the subsequent economic crisis, other books could not be sold, but cheap and portable pocket books became a big hit.

In special times, there should be special actions.

Abraham Cohen's head was flexible, and his eyes lit up: "Sir, I roughly understand what a dining car is. It's just like the last century, when the big farmer Charles Goodnight migrated from Texas to New Mexico, he prepared it. Kind of a kitchen on a carriage, right? That's a genius idea..."

In the earliest period, the dining car was mostly supplied for the army.

For example, in 1853, Kanter Ramford of Bavaria, Germany put boilers and so on on a four-wheeled carriage.Since then, there have been cooking vehicles on the equipment of the army.This is the ancestor of the modern kitchen cart.

During the Russo-Japanese War, Zhao Chuanxin also saw that Maozi used a single-axle cart as a cooking cart. It was small and flexible, and it was the first generation of field kitchens in the world.

Last year, the Prussian army switched to a single-axle trailer-type field kitchen. The advantages of the trailer-type kitchen were obvious and popularized rapidly.

Now it's just that Zhao Chuanxin wants to operate the mobile kitchen commercially and stuff it into the metropolis.

It is not a pioneer, but the thinking is beyond the times.

Through Abraham Cohen's explanation, everyone also understood that looking at Zhao Chuanxin's eyes had other meanings.

Interest is always the most direct means of binding people's hearts.

Big Smith had some business acumen, and he asked, "But it costs a lot of money, doesn't it?"

"I'll take care of the money." Zhao Chuanxin sat back on the sofa again: "Now, let me ask you, do you want to earn this respectable, reasonable and legal money?"

Some people retreated because it was out of their previous sphere of existence.

But more people are eager to try.

Walking around the streets, except for those at the top, everyone else is just making ends meet.

Just like Isaiah, as long as he is in charge of food, he is willing to work for Zhao Chuanxin.

Isaiah slapped his chest and roared, "I do!"

Abraham Cohen also jumped out: "You don't have to be blindsided, and you don't have to worry about the police coming to arrest you at any time. What else would you not like?"

The key is Zhao Chuanxin's commitment to invest, which bears the financial risk and burden for them.

Some hesitated, seeing that most people raised their hands and feet in favor, and unconsciously chose to stand in line.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ashes: "Now, I ask you to go to the streets and use your best methods to find me Charles Baker, a New York police detective!"

With a combination of kindness and power, everyone has no more objections.

The black side was led by Brother Smith, and the white side by Abraham Cohen.

Before leaving, Abraham Cohen called the dog-leg Isaiah aside, and whispered: "Be careful, see if Mr. Chen can really get the money, it's about our jobs, brother, don't be a villain in vain! "

He was reminding Isaiah not to make small reports.

Isaiah gave him a reassuring look.

In the blink of an eye, the private room was empty.

Only Zhao Chuanxin, Isaiah, and Marcus Nkrumah were left.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Isaiah, take me to send a telegram."

Zhao Chuanxin sent a telegram to Dahu.

When he was in Tianjin Wei, the future big boss of the United States, Da Hu (Hoover, it is inconvenient to write his full name, you all understand), still "owed" him five thousand dollars.

Da Hu was in San Francisco at this time, where he established his own engineering company to help mine underground resources and engage in mining consulting around the world.

This product is unique in the mining industry, with superb professional skills, and is even known as a "good doctor for sick mines".

Last time he was slaughtered by Zhao Chuanxin, but soon made a comeback.

After he received Zhao Chuanxin's telegram, he was taken aback.

Seeing his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, his wife Lou Henry asked in surprise, "Honey, what happened?"

Dahu took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "It's a telegram from Zhao Chuanxin!"

At this moment, Lou Henry's face also turned pale.

What happened at the Weili Shunde Hotel in Tianjin seemed like a nightmare to them.

These two couples personally experienced the cruelty of the "Far East Butcher"!

Lou Henry stammered and asked, "What is he going to do?"

Dahu smiled bitterly: "He is here to collect debts, and he wants me to pay him back 5000 yuan, and he needs to borrow another [-] yuan..."

It seemed that his once broken arm was in pain again.

The way Zhao Chuanxin killed people in the Astor Hotel without blinking an eye was the lingering nightmare of their lives.

When Lou Henry heard the amount, he felt as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out of his heart.

She hesitated: "If we don't give it, can we?"

"You want money, don't you?" Da Hu didn't want to provoke Zhao Chuanxin again: "Don't think that we are safe in the United States."

Lu Henry recalled that Zhao Chuanxin once fought from west to east in the United States, and had a cold war, and said in frustration: "Then give it to him, we are still young, and we can still make money if we lose money! But, if you borrow five thousand dollars, he will Pay it back?"

"I think, it should be the meat bun beating the dog, and there is no return!"

While Zhao Chuanxin was collecting debts and borrowing money, Abraham Cohen was in trouble...

(End of this chapter)