mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 488 Facing Me Again, Breaking Your Head

In order not to go around in circles, Zhao Chuanxin first went to Xinghui Catering Company from North Tarrytown.

Jean Berne, the tailor who Zhao Chuanxin met in the store that day, was sitting in the corner of the reception room with a bruised nose and a swollen face like a doormat.

There are other franchisees who come here to discuss business in the reception room.

Abraham Cohen chatted enthusiastically with several staff members and franchisees.

Now that the food truck business is booming, Abraham Cohen raised the franchise fee on his own initiative.

Because Zhao Chuanxin said that the monopoly is at most one year, and after this year, he has to let go.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith decided to make a lot of money within one year, and then upgrade the company next year. At that time, the market will become inward-looking, and whether they can survive or not will be left to fate.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the company, Abraham Cohen wanted to leave the franchisee to welcome Zhao Chuanxin, but he waved his hand to stop him.

Formalism is bad, and making money is the most important thing.

He went straight to Jean Bern.

When Jean Bern saw Zhao Chuanxin, he stood up aggrieved: "They hit me..."

"Damn, let your mouth be cheap." Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him face.

"..."

Jean Byrne picked up the oversized suitcase on the ground: "I decided to go with you."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't talk nonsense, so he walked outside first.

Jean Bern looked at Abraham Cohen cautiously, and seeing that the other party had no intention of blocking him, he followed him out.

"Give me the box." Zhao Chuanxin reached out to Jean Bern.

He handed over the box.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin picked it up, the box disappeared.

Jean Bern was taken aback: "Where did you hide my luggage?"

Zhao Chuanxin's answer was irrelevant: "Your name is Jean Bern?"

"Yes."

Jean Byrne.

Jean Bern.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "When you go to China, you need to have a Chinese name, which is easy to eat. According to the pronunciation of your name, I will name you Jiang Bo."

After hearing this, Jean Berne felt that it was a bit like it, so that when someone called him, he would not be rude by not responding.

He shrugged: "It's all up to you. But where did you put my box? It contains all my belongings. I will rely on these belongings to make a living."

"Hehe, the salted fish turned over? I think you are going to stick to the pan." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you can turn over or not depends not on your belongings, but on whether you have chosen a non-stick pan."

Jiang Bo scratched his head, not quite understanding.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the station to buy a ticket.

"Two tickets for the front row of the first car." Zhao Chuanxin slapped the money on the table.

The conductor looked at them.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "What? Why don't you sell me the ticket for the first car because I'm Chinese?"

The conductor's complexion changed drastically: "No, no, it's for sale."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Why don't you fucking hurry up?"

Jiang Bo coughed and said in a low voice, "You still call me cheap?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you are cheap or not depends on your strength. If he dares to sell me a ticket because I am Chinese, I will let him die here today instead of scaring people with an empty holster."

"Just blow it." Jiang Bo didn't believe it.

Until now, he didn't even know Zhao Chuanxin's identity, nor his name.

This guy is also a strange thing, he dared to come to Zhao Chuanxin without knowing the details, and even went to Asia with him.

Perhaps it was his white identity that gave him confidence, or he was desperate and decided to fight.

When the tram came, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the front seat on the tram was still empty, so he pushed a white man beside him away, got on the bus with long legs, and muttered: "Squeeze what the hell, hurry up!" Going to reincarnate?"

Jiang Bo: "..."

After Zhao Chuanxin got into the car, his butt stuck to the front seat.

The legs are spread wide, and one person occupies two seats.

A white man saw this: "Please let me sit here."

Zhao Chuanxin sat upright: "Stand back a bit, I have a big butt, so I have to sit like this."

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin stared: "What are you? Believe it or not, I will go to Zhao Chuanxin and let him beat you to death? Dare to discriminate against Chinese?"

Hearing that, the white man shrank his neck and obediently went to the back row.

Obviously heard about Zhao Chuanxin's killing spree.

Standing next to Zhao Chuanxin, Jiang Bo said speechlessly, "Thank you for taking my seat, now you can give me the seat."

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate to offend others just to occupy a position for him, which was quite touching.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Are you thinking too much? I'm not the fucking place for you, get out of here."

Jiang Bo opened his mouth: "Fake, I have never seen such an arrogant person."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Well, you saw it today."

Many people think that quality is very important in foreign countries.

To be reasonable, if your own strength is excellent, quality is nothing?If you have low self-esteem and are a little turbulent, your own people will fight among themselves first.

Foreign countries are all about quality?
Will there be discrimination in terms of quality?
After sitting for a long time, Zhao Chuanxin took Jiang Bo out of the car.

Morgan House, 219 Madison Avenue, Manhattan.

This is the most famous mansion in New York, quiet amidst the noise, covering an area of ​​11 acres.

The house is in a retro style, with red walls and black tiles, and a three-story building.

Looking at the majestic gate and the majestic bodyguards who were clearly equipped with weapons, Jiang Bo cringed a little: "Whose house is this? Why are we here?"

Zhao Chuanxin twitched his lips: "If you are in love, you should bully the weak and be afraid of the strong, right?"

When I met someone who was obviously rich and powerful, I was immediately persuaded.

Jiang Bo's neck twitched: "I'm afraid? Ha, what am I afraid of? What is this? Back then..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance and walked straight to the gate.

The bodyguard reached out to stop him: "What are you doing?"

As soon as he reached out, he wanted to push Zhao Chuanxin's chest.

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the opportunity to grab the bodyguard's arm, but he didn't see how hard he was. The bodyguard's stature became short, and his arm made a "cracking" sound.

Not broken, just twisted.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next time you dare to stretch out your claws, I'll fucking break them off for you!
Go, tell old Morgan I'm here to pay him back on Nikola Tesla's behalf, and let him come out to meet me. "

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the bodyguard away.

The bodyguard shook his sore joints with an ugly expression, and stared at Zhao Chuanxin through gritted teeth, but hurried back to report.

Only then did Jiang Bo catch up from behind and said, "Hmph, fortunately he walks fast, otherwise I want him to look good."

"Oh, I'm sure of that."

"..."

Not long after, JP Morgan came aggressively with bodyguards and several servants with shotguns.

Behind Zhao Chuanxin, Jiang Bo's face froze, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, ready to run away.

People are armed with live ammunition.

Old Morgan may be too old to see Zhao Chuanxin clearly from a long distance.

He didn't talk much, just walked with a cold face.

But when he got closer, he wanted to say a few tough words, but after seeing that it was Zhao Chuanxin, his old face was like a civilized iceberg: "Mr. Zhao?"

Jiang Bo was dumbfounded, and blurted out: "Isn't this JP Morgan?"

Old Morgan was in the newspapers a lot.

JP Morgan ignored him at all and just stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Facing a group of people with guns, Zhao Chuanxin walked into the courtyard with his head held high and his chest held high, and nodded casually to JP Morgan.

JP Morgan was not annoyed, and stretched out his hand: "Welcome to the house as a guest, let me do my landlord's favor today."

That bouncer was unbelievable.

The Asian young man in front of him was so arrogant and rude, but old Morgan treated him with courtesy.

It's incredible.

However, it was Jiang Bo who was even more shocked.

I Zhuo, he actually recognized JP Morgan?

This is the top rich man in the United States, an old guy who would shake Wall Street if he stomped his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the muzzle of a servant's shotgun was slanted, but it seemed to be facing him, so he pointed at the man: "If you dare to point the muzzle at me again, I will kill you!" your head."

JP Morgan's face sank: "Put away your guns soon? Go back to me."

Why don't you want to live?

Don't give Zhao Chuanxin the chance to bloodbath the Morgan mansion.

Jiang Bo was stunned.

Why do you feel that JP Morgan is afraid of this person?
The servant hurried back with the gun on his back.

It seems that old Morgan is quite prestigious.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin say to him: "Today is mainly to pay back the money to Nikola Tesla."

JP Morgan had heard from the bodyguard before, but after finding out that it was Zhao Chuanxin, he wondered, "Mr. Zhao has a relationship with him?"

"Oh, he's actually my half-brother."

"..." JP Morgan opened his mouth, but did not speak.

The total area of ​​the Morgan Mansion is naturally not as large as Zhao Chuanxin's Ethan Manor. After all, the Ethan Manor also covers a mountain.

However, the building area of ​​Morgan's mansion is larger than that of the villa in Ethan Manor, almost 2600 square meters.

The villa in Ethan Manor is very modern, in the style that Zhao Chuanxin likes.

The Morgan Mansion, similar to some old houses in China, is quaint and has many inconspicuous details, such as an owl carved on the small arched window.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it.

The windows are all glazed, the walls have traces of repairs, and the pillars can be seen from repeated repainting.

Entering the villa, carpets, curtains, wallpapers, carved mirror frames, wooden reliefs, all the details are exquisite.

Even in the corner under the stairs, there are two staggered sofas.

Zhao Chuanxin seems to have seen this kind of arrangement somewhere. If two lovers are sitting, the fronts will be staggered, and then they can kiss each other with their faces turned sideways.

JP Morgan introduced them all the way and took them to the study.

The study room is very large and there are many chairs in it.

It seems that JP Morgan often has many guests here at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down unceremoniously, and said to the butler, "Go get the cigars, and bring me a cup of jasmine tea, or black tea if you don't have any."

JP Morgan hastened to add: "Ask for the best."

The butler bowed and left.

It was the first time for Jiang Bo to enter a mansion, and Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, and she was surprised to see everything.

The luxury here made him gasp.

This guy is very cowardly, but seeing that Zhao Chuanxin turned his back on customers, he also sat down imitatively, and deliberately raised his legs.

Zhao Chuanxin casually slapped [-] U.S. dollars on the table: "I spent a lot of money to get together enough [-] U.S. dollars to help my worthless brother return the money to you. I am so miserable."

When Jiang Bo saw 15 stacks of colorful banknotes, his eyes almost popped out.

In his life, he had never seen so much money.

"..." JP Morgan said: "Mr. Zhao, let me ask first, are you interested in Wardenclyffe Tower, or Nikola Tesla?"

(End of this chapter)