The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly thought of something again and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: Who are you?

He didn't remember seeing the person in front of him.

Situ Meitang cupped his fists and raised his hands, his tone became respectful: I am Situ Meitang, I am the Prime Minister of Anliangtang!

Now everyone was confused.

Why did the clouds suddenly turn sunny?

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this name was very familiar.

He patted his head and said Oh: So you are Situ Meitang?

This gentleman is a very famous patriot and has left a strong mark in history.

Throughout his life, no matter what he did abroad, he is worth remembering for the country and Chinese compatriots around the world.

When it comes to Anliangtang, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know where to start. But when it comes to the court, many people feel the same as Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang looked back and said to Li Xiling: Take the people and disperse.

Zhen Chen Yigeng shouted unwillingly: Boss, how could you...

Shut up! Situ Meitang shouted: You are not allowed to interrupt in this matter, go back quickly.

Li Xiling was also full of doubts, so he had no choice but to obey the order.

Situ Meitang turned to Zhao Chuanxin and said, Mr. Zhao, let's take a step to talk.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that he had recognized him, so he said to Big Smith: Take people and continue to find out the news.

Everyone in the dining car gang also dispersed with questions on their faces.

Big Smith and Abraham Cohen felt that Zhao Chuanxin was even more mysterious.

Even Situ Meitang of On Leung Hall in Chinatown has to give him some thin noodles!

Zhao Chuanxin led Situ Meitang to the private room upstairs.

After closing the door, Situ Meitang glanced at Marcus Nkrumah who stayed in the private room.

Zhao Chuanxin said: It doesn't matter, this is my bodyguard.

Situ Meitang smiled bitterly: Mr. Zhao still needs bodyguards?

Brother Situ is joking. Although I am a rich and knowledgeable person, as the saying goes, a useless scholar still needs bodyguards.

... Situ Meitang sneered: Mr. Zhao is indeed as witty as Mr. Sun said, as humorous as Yu Wenxuan from San Francisco's Chinatown said.

Eh? Do you still recognize that piece of shit Yu Wenxuan?

Yes, there is also an On Leung Tang branch in San Francisco's Chinatown. Mr. Yu Wenxuan and I have an old relationship. He said that Mr. Zhao is an amazing person. He can single-handedly block the US Army troops and convince them. It is really amazing! Throughout history, Xiang Yu is reborn, and even Lu Bu is still alive. It may be difficult to match him! It may be said that I have been dancing with guns since I was a child, but compared with Mr. Zhao, I can't judge as high as the light of a firefly or the bright moon. Especially Mr. Zhao for us I admire what the overseas Chinese have done!

After all this flattery, even Zhao Chuanxin was a little overwhelmed.

He has always lacked due respect for historical celebrities.

He laughed and said, Brother, you are exaggerating. Apart from being handsome, versatile, serving the country and the people, and kind-hearted, I really have no other merits. I'm really ashamed!

... Situ Meitang was stunned. It was the first time he saw such a shameless person. He quickly changed the subject: If you know that the person who changed his name to Chen Yi is Mr. Zhao, that kid should be happy.

Zhao Chuanxin's old face turned red: It's my fault in this matter. Let's do this. You can tell Chen Yigeng later that I will satisfy him whatever he wants. It should be considered as compensation for the right to his name.

Situ Meitang hurriedly said: It's too late for him to be happy that I can help Mr. Zhao a little bit. I don't dare to ask for compensation. By the way, what's the matter with Mr. Zhao? Is there anyone who can help me?

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed: Don't tell me, I really need your help with something...

He recounted the story of Charles Baker from beginning to end.

Ask Situ Meitang to send someone to help inquire.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin warned: Never tell my identity.

Mr. Zhao, I understand the importance of this, so please rest assured. Situ Meitang solemnly promised.

After leaving Cotton Nightclub, Situ Meitang returned to Chinatown.

He immediately found Chen Yigeng.

Chen Yigeng had a long face and was boxing to vent his anger.

His training method is unique. He greases the ground, which would make it slippery if ordinary people walked on it, but when he boxed, his lower body was impregnable.

And he has a bad habit of always carrying a big bottle of oil on his person.

Boss! Chen Yigeng put away his fist and said hello.

Situ Meitang nodded: Don't be angry, I will give you an explanation after a while, and I promise you won't have any grudges then!

Before, Chen Yigeng and Situ Meitang said that apart from Situ Meitang, there was only one person he admired most - the God of War Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang couldn't help but find it funny when he saw that he had eyes but not Taishan. Maybe this is called Ye Gong Haolong!

Chen Yigeng, who was kept in the dark, secretly gritted his teeth: Since the boss didn't intend to find a way back for himself, he couldn't help but have to think of a way.

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After Zhao Chuanxin saw off Situ Meitang, he laughed loudly and said to Isaiah: See, our team has increased to several hundred people!

Isaiah said nothing, but he was convinced.

He saw that the big guys in Chinatown were respectful to Zhao Chuanxin, and saw that Zhao Chuanxin could easily raise 10,000 US dollars after sending a telegram.

It seemed like nothing could stump Zhao Chuanxin.

At night, as Isaiah was leaving, he was stopped by Abraham Cohen and Big Smith.

Abraham Cohen asked him, How was it?

The autumn breeze on a September night in New York was as cold as water. In the thick darkness, Isaiah huddled up in a shabby and thin linen shirt, hunched his neck and said: He just sent a telegram, and the money was remitted over there. The money is going to be there. The commercial bank clearing verification will arrive in your account within a week.”

What Abraham Cohen wanted to see was whether Zhao Chuanxin was lying about raising money and how capable he was.

But Big Smith's life is not so tight, and he would like to know how much money Zhao Chuanxin has raised.

He asked: How much?

To say this, Isaiah is not sleepy.

He proudly stretched out his index finger and shook it with pride.

Big Smith frowned: One thousand?

Isaiah shook his head.

Big Smith was impatient: Stop being so fucking pretentious!

Isaiah didn't dare to offend Big Smith and said quickly: It's ten thousand. He just posted a few words and got ten thousand dollars!

Big Smith clenched his fist, that was ten thousand dollars!

Cotton Nightclub is not their brother's property, they are just partners at most, mainly helping to look after the venue.

Ten thousand US dollars is definitely a big deal for them!

Big Smith smokes a pack of Camel cigarettes for 15 cents, eats a pasta dish for 35 cents, a high-end restaurant sirloin steak for only $1.50, and the monthly rent for Abraham Cohen's apartment is $7.50...

Originally, Big Smith didn't care about the food truck business, but now after hearing the amount of 10,000 yuan, he suddenly felt that this business had great potential.

The key is that he thinks Zhao Chuanxian has the ability to get more money!

Wouldn't it be possible to boldly expand and think about it, as long as Zhao Chuanxian is willing, this business can be enlarged several times?

Not to mention the poor Abraham Cohen, his breathing became heavy: Are you telling the truth?

Of course, I saw it with my own eyes.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin found that these people were working hard to do things for him.

Big Smith is an unsmiling black man with a bald head and a messy beard.

At first glance, Zhao Chuanxin thought he had bumped into a real Ryze.

He could feel that the guy was excited, but he kept a straight face.

However, for several days, everyone was as busy as ants on a hot pot, but there was still no news about Charles Baker.

Abraham Cohen even led people to stand guard at the entrances of several police stations in New York and learned that Charles Baker had not gone to work for some days.

Just when Zhao Chuanxin was about to give up and was about to take John Browning, who was impatiently waiting, back to Kurdex:

Arthur Gompers brought his daughter Margaret Gompers to the Cotton Night Club.

Arthur Gompers felt uncomfortable watching the black people coming in and out.

Margaret Gompers, on the other hand, looked at the nightclub's pictorial with great interest and said, Dad, look at that black cat, it's so fierce.

In the past few days, the bruises on Margaret Gompers's body have gradually disappeared, her skin has become fair again, and her face has gained color.

Arthur Gompers smiled, and then said to Isaiah who came back from outside: Hey, we have met. I'm here to see your boss.

Isaiah paused and looked at the father and daughter with strange eyes: It's you. This is the first time I've seen someone bring his daughter to a nightclub.

Arthur Gompers smiled awkwardly: The doctor suggested that I take her out for a walk more often, which will help her condition.

Isaiah shrugged: Put your hands up and I'm going to search you.

Arthur Gompers felt insulted: Am I going to come to your boss with a weapon? I'm here to help.

Sorry, these are troubled times. Our boss's life is precious, and we all depend on him.

Arthur Gompers was so angry that he finally accepted the examination.

He remembered that these people were not so respectful to Zhao Chuanxin last time. They hadn't seen each other for only a few days, so why did their attitude change completely?

Margaret Gompers raised her head and looked at Isaiah with big eyes: I don't have a weapon, so I don't need to search. I can't hurt a mage.

Isaiah bared his big white teeth and said, Of course, madam, you are exempt from body search.

The door of the private room opened, and Arthur Gompers saw Zhao Chuanxin sitting behind the table, wearing a shirt, vest, and meticulous hair. He was looking at a pile of accounts in trance. The cigarette in his hand had accumulated half a finger of ashes without shaking it off.

These accounts were sent by Thomas W. Lawson, Zhao Chuanxin's trader.

Because Zhao Chuanxin felt a little uneasy, but after checking the account for a long time, he found nothing wrong.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Chuanxin raised his head.

Seeing Gompers and his daughter coming, he showed a bright smile: Hey, isn't this the devil lady?

Arthur Gompers' face darkened, and he refused to mention anything. The family was afraid that Margaret Gompers' old illness would relapse, so they kept silent on any topic about hell, the devil and death. .

The clinker Zhao Chuanxian came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Margaret Gompers' smile froze.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, stood up, walked over and pinched her face until it was deformed: Come, let me see if there is any shadow of the devil. Really, a world without devils is so lonely!

Margaret Gompers: ...

She felt that the devil would never choose her because she couldn't afford to offend the person in front of her!

Arthur Gompers quickly changed the topic: I brought you news about Charles Baker!

Zhao Chuanxin perked up and hurriedly said: Oh, it's true, Isaiah, you don't have any eyesight at all, why don't you watch the tea? Margaret, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? I have a piece here Old sugar can cure all diseases!

Lao Zhao is a real person.

Isaiah had never seen the super power of changing faces in Sichuan opera, so he went out to make tea in a daze.

After Zhao Chuanxin gave Margaret Gompers a candy ball sold in Lugang Town, he asked: So, where is Charles Baker?

He is hiding in the Dorrance Gang...

When it comes to interpersonal relationships, the combined strength of An Liangtang and Zhao Chuanxin cannot match the strength of the American Federation of Labor.

As long as the prince of the labor federation lets out the word, thousands of workers who are eager to find a job or want to keep their job will start looking for clues with high morale.

In an Irish pub, a working man who was drinking for fun had an argument with a member of the Dorrance gang.

The workers who were also members of the Labor Federation were not easy to mess with. They made friends and even outnumbered the Irish gang members.

When the fight was about to start, a man showed his police badge consisting of a shield and the inscription of New York City, and warned these workers: I am Detective Charles Baker. I advise you to be honest, otherwise I will have to turn you to the police station. Game!

Charles Baker drank two more drinks and stood up for the Dorrance Gang, which finally exposed his whereabouts.