The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin exited the door and looked at the father and daughter in the house holding each other's arms and crying.

Abraham Cohen scratched his head: Mr. Chen, I am a little confused. If Margaret was frightened because she witnessed the assassination of her factory employer a few years ago. Then, does the devil exist? If not , but it was clear that you had successfully exorcised the demon just now...

He is a pretender and has never seen real supernatural power.

But what he saw and heard today overturned his understanding.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin's acting skills are too good, and Uncle Jiu couldn't catch him when he was alive, so he frightened these people.

The Redemption Scepter rotated between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, turning out the afterimage.

He suddenly took hold of it and pulled out the elf carving knife. His wrist shook violently, the blade changed, and sawdust flew.

After a moment, a ferocious Zhong Kui head appeared on the door frame.

He said calmly: I don't know if the devil exists. But I am serious about my salvation! Do you want to try it?

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers were all stunned.

Ha, haha, let's not try... Abraham Cohen laughed dryly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the portrait of Zhong Kui that was rapidly taking shape on the door frame, and was very satisfied with the progress of his knife skills.

Arthur Gompers untied the rope from his daughter's wrists and led her out.

After hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be polite and said: Sir, in order to thank you for saving my daughter, I would like to stay with you for dinner.

In fact, this is a polite statement.

Westerners are not completely ignorant of politeness.

However,

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: Okay, prepare more, there are all big eaters here!

Arthur Gompers: ...

He just wanted to ask Zhao to pass on the salary, bringing at most Abraham Cohen, but he did not want to keep the Smith brothers, Isaiah and Marcus Nkrumah.

He was about to retort, but remembering what Zhao Chuanxin said before, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was always less polite than Westerners, sat at the head of the table and raised his hands to sign: Come on, you're all welcome, sit down. Madam, please serve us some tea first.

The woman said angrily: I am not a servant, I am the mistress!

Oh, okay Mrs. Gompers, remember not to boil the tea, use boiling water.

I'm not a servant...

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

Arthur Gompers could only give her a wink.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, everyone here is on pins and needles, with the pointed buttocks tilting left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Arthur Gompers: You work at the Federation of Labor, so you must have a wide network of contacts, right?

Arthur Gompers' haggard face showed a hint of pride: I do recognize some people.

Not only does he know some people, from the political circles to the lower-level workers, and there are various capitalist employers in between, his position is now more like a broker, not just serving the lower-level workers.

That would be great, help me find someone.

who?

A New York police detective named Charles Baker helped me find out where he was hiding.

Arthur Gompers breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that I was just helping to find someone.

What are you doing with this detective? But he still asked more.

It's okay. I want to teach him what silence is golden.

Arthur Gompers felt even more relieved.

It's not a big deal, I guess.

The atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Abraham Cohen is a Jewish young man with a flexible mind. From the occult science of exorcism, to the mysteries of the universe and personal spirituality of the Kabbalah school, to the economics, he can boast a little bit about everything. This is not possible in a person without fragmented knowledge. Times are rare.

This guy had various ways of making a living, including performing exorcisms like a wizard, working as a coolie, selling fruit, and once even swindled a sum of money by posing as a financial broker on Wall Street.

The topic extended to Wall Street, and Arthur Gompers said angrily: People on Wall Street are all liars! Especially Thomas W. Lawson, this person is particularly hateful. He advocates economic recovery and false prosperity in the stock market. There is more than enough. Workers’ funds are being cashed out, and workers are losing their jobs in large numbers, which is going to cause trouble.”

Zhao Chuanxin felt something bad in his heart after hearing this.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

He doesn't care about the lives of the poor Americans, but he cares about his own pocketbook.

Abraham Cohen lamented: Times have changed. People used to be pragmatic, but now people only know how to be opportunistic.

Yes! Arthur Gompers seemed to have found a confidant: As my father said, there are two types of investments. Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller are honest investments, while Jay Gu It was dishonest investing by the likes of Ed and Edward Henry Harriman, terrible people.

Zhao Chuanxin choked on a sip of tea and spurted it out.

Coughed a few times.

Arthur Gompers was displeased.

What does it mean?

Don't agree with his father's point of view?

He admired his father very much.

Mr. Chen, don't you think so?

Zhao Chuanxin: Haha.

Arthur Gompers is a very emotional person. He blushed and said, I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion.

Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller, do you know who they are? Do you know the methods they used to accumulate wealth?

This... Arthur Gompers frowned: They invest in industry, are down-to-earth, and increase jobs. Of course I know that!

Then did you know that Rockefeller had a security department that acted as his thugs, violently seizing land and establishing monopolies, and attacking his opponents? He knew how to teach people that silence is golden.

Abraham Cohen interjected: I have heard a joke. When Rockefeller was doing charity, the poor did not accept his funding because they thought his money was dirty.

Arthur Gompers was speechless.

But he was still unconvinced and said: When accumulating wealth, some things are inevitable.

Shit! He can be forgiven for all the dirty things he did because of his feelings, but other people's opportunistic behavior is unforgivable, right? They're all in the same boat.

The thoughts that Arthur Gompers had been indoctrinated by his father for a long time were not easily shaken.

The highest level of deceiving is to first convince yourself to believe it.

The words of Zhao Chuanxin and Abraham Cohen did not convince Arthur Gompers.

This is different, he said.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: Okay, let's not talk about this anymore.

... But some of the reasons Arthur Gompers had just thought of had not yet been uttered, and they were stuck in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable. He suddenly realized: Silence is golden? You want to find Charles Baker and teach him that silence is golden? Are you going to...

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the servant starting to serve the food, he interrupted him: Just find someone, let's eat first, no gossip!

Arthur Gompers said to himself: Good guy, the topic switch is in your hands, you can turn it off as you say, right?

Marcus Nkrumah developed a habit. After the meal was served to him, he subconsciously held the plate and wanted to leave.

In Ethan Manor, servants were not allowed to serve the table.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped him and said, You can have it on the table today.

oh.

Margaret Gompers was taken by her mother to take a bath and came back in clean clothes.

Although this little girl is skinny, she is fair and fair. If she had been fatter, she could still be called a porcelain doll.

It was just that his body was bruised and bruised, and the marks on his wrists looked more like they had been abused. They were too horrible to look at.

When she arrived at the dinner table, she was a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, but she unconsciously wanted to get close to him.

It is the instinct of living things to move closer to the strong.

Sir, can you stay with me for a while? She timidly asked Zhao Chuanxin, looking completely different from the ferocious look she had before when she was possessed. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night.

She looks completely normal now.

For this reason alone, Arthur Gompers and his wife were extremely grateful to Zhao Chuanxin.

It only took less than an hour for Zhao Chuanxin to remove the root cause of her disease. This was simply a miracle!

That won't work, I still have things to do. Zhao Chuanxin flatly refused to be the nanny, and then he said to Abraham Cohen: You can summon the people from your Jewish gang tomorrow, is that okay?

Abraham Cohen looked hesitant: Sir, although my cousin is very impressive on the street, I am just a marginalized role. I'm afraid I won't be able to recruit a few people.

Just as he was about to speak, Margaret Gompers whispered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear: Sir, he is lying.

Huh?

After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, his eyes widened: Abraham, you are lying to me!

Not everyone can bear Captain Zhao's angry glare.

Abraham Cohen felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, and stammered: I...I can summon ten...no, more than twenty people.

Zhao Chuanxin became interested and winked at Margaret Gompers.

How did she detect a lie?

Margaret Gompers took the initiative to answer his questions: I can see through other people's hearts through their expressions!

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of the time when Margaret Gompers recounted the scene of hell in Dante's Divine Comedy. The people outside the door seemed to be hypnotized.

This little girl has some skills!

He asked in a low voice: If you don't want to tell us, who did you learn this from?

Margaret Gompers's silver spoon circles the dinner plate: My father used to see a psychotherapist for me, and I learned from him.

As far as Zhao Chuanxin knew, there were already people who knew how to hypnotize, but no one was studying micro-expressions.

He speculated that Margaret Gompers' abilities were mostly due to the psychological trauma in her childhood, and that the psychiatrist only opened a certain window in her.

So, he whispered: In a moment, help me see if they are lying.

Margaret Gompers nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Abraham Cohen: Are your manpower reliable?

Abraham Cohen was very naughty: They should give my cousin face.

Margaret Gompers shook her head slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: You still dare to lie to me? Tell the truth!

Abraham Cohen was a little confused: Well, since my cousin was imprisoned in Xingxin Prison, these people have become a mess. They have no jobs, are oppressed by the Irish and Italians, and can hardly even eat. Now. For them, the most important thing is work...

I... this is a humanoid lie detector!

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take out a candy ball from the secret realm and handed it to Margaret Gompers under the table.

One big and one small, they understand each other tacitly.

Then Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the stubble on his chin and pondered, looking at Arthur Gompers.

Arthur Gompers quickly shook his head: Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't help. There really isn't that much work now, and I am also powerless! Unless my father speaks, but my father will not make a promise easily.

The economic crisis of 1907 would break out in less than a month.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin believed that he was telling the truth.

So, what to do?