After finishing the meal, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the corners of his mouth and nodded to Fritz Heinze in a very gentlemanly manner.
He stood up, took out the elf carving knife, drew the thread, and pointed it towards his cousin from a distance.
My cousin's expression was frozen in astonishment.
Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went out.
Through the glass of the door, they saw him getting on the carriage and walking away. Only then did everyone dare to speak, and discussions broke out.
Little John Rockefeller turned around and saw that his cousin still had the same stunned expression, with his mouth slightly open and motionless.
He frowned and pushed his cousin, "Everyone has left, why don't you come back?"
As a result, his cousin fell down.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but "Jade and Jade First" and the strange way of death of my cousin could no longer cause a sensation.
Little John Rockefeller was stunned. Zhao Chuanxian just clicked from a distance, and the elf carving knife made the hair thinner than a hair. He didn't see what happened at all.
The blade, which is thinner than a hair, pierces the brain and stirs it up at will. Even blood may not flow out.
John Rockefeller Jr. was feeling cold all over.
Fritz Heinze shook his head slightly when he saw it. He remembered Zhao Chuanxin’s words and he would not die unless he tried to commit suicide.
As a human being, no matter how much money you earn, you still need to know how to be in awe and fear the unknown things.
He left behind the meal money and tips, including the money from Zhao Chuanxin’s table, and Shi Shiran left.
Fritz Heinze is also a smart man, otherwise he would not have made the copper industry bigger and stronger.
However, after becoming the "Bronze King", he drifted away.
Now, he's back on the ground.
After returning, Fritz Heinze contacted many friends and planned to have a party tomorrow.
At the same time, he contacted the printing house and printed a batch of leaflets.
Zhao Chuanxin did not go home and went to the intersection of 5th Avenue and 55th Street.
He has too many gifts to buy, and it is inevitable that he will not think thoroughly and needs to constantly make up for them.
The first thing he thought of was a group of snot-nosed kids, and he and Miao Cuihua bought them gifts.
Then I remembered that the gifts from my ancestors, Liu Baogui and Shuangxi, had not yet arrived.
At this time night has fallen.
Zhao Chuanxin saw a Fifth Avenue boutique.
It looked familiar to him, and he immediately remembered that this store should be the predecessor of the later Saks Fifth Avenue boutique.
Zhao Chuanxin saw that the door was still open, so he walked in.
This time, no one stopped him.
But not enthusiastic either.
Zhao Chuanxin came to the fashion area, looked at the colorful clothes, and couldn't help scratching his head.
If Sister Hua were here, she would definitely be able to tell at a glance what size suits whom.
Sister Hua has this talent.
He scratched his head and waved to the clerk not far away.
The clerk looked at him and turned his head away.
Zhao Chuanxin is the kind of person who has to work hard when going uphill and be happy when going downhill.
Usually, he doesn’t care much about other people’s big eyelids.
But these days, the purpose is to rectify the atmosphere in New York.
He pointed at the clerk, "Don't tell me I won't give you a chance. I'll count to three silently. If you don't come over to serve me, don't tell me that I'll just wrap my head around your head and chop off your legs."
The clerk rolled his eyes, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and revealed the holster of his gun. "Sir, New York is not peaceful. I suggest you be careful what you say. I am not a human being if I go crazy."
Zhao Chuanxin smiled, "Then who do you want to compare your score with?"
Staff ""
The clerk was not to be outdone, "Sir, although you are very tall, I am taller than the ancient Greek sculptor." Lysippus said that the nine-headed body has one more head, 10-headed body, and 14-sized feet. I won't be afraid of you in a fight."
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the staff and said, "10-headed body and 14-foot body." You're good at it, you'll have to guard against James next season."
"Sir, if you want to shop, just shop. If you don't shop, we're going to close down."
Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him. go.
The clerk became nervous and lifted up the hem of his clothes again.
However, he found that this could not suppress Zhao Chuanxin at all, so he flatly threatened, "Don't come over, otherwise I will draw my gun."
"You draw it. Ten Within ten steps, my gun is faster than yours."
You are not at a disadvantage, right?
"The clerk just showed his holster, but He still refused to take out his gun.
When Zhao Chuanxin got closer, he remained the same.
Zhao Chuanxin was so happy that he went over and took off his clothes, only to find an empty holster.
The clerk blushed and had a thick neck, "I, my gun was left in the changing room, don't be ungrateful."
"You are pretending to be a pig with a green onion stuck in your fucking nose. Where's the Prime Minister?" Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry, he grabbed the back of his neck and carried him away. "Come here right now, don't force me to do it."
How dare this tall and thin guy fight back. .
Zhao Chuanxin whisked him to the fashion area, "I said, you choose for me."
The clerk looked very angry and wanted to fight with others, breathing heavily, as if Breathing fire. He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, "Then tell me."
Zhao Chuanxin lost all his anger due to the staff, and instead wanted to laugh.
How funny.
"Five feet, a little over nine inches, 165 pounds, pick me a suitable suit."
The clerk rolled his eyes and asked, "What's his figure?"
< p>"Strong, but not fat, with broad shoulders and narrow waist."The clerk had a sharp eye and took one casually like a girl.
Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw that the fabric matched the rough and dark colors of this era, but the style was very different from the current Edwardian suits and the popular country suits in the United States. It seemed to be influenced by military uniforms, and the upper body and shoulders were wider. , the waistline is narrow, and it looks like a hanging suit.The pants are loosely cut and the waistline is raised. Wearing them will really make you feel beautiful.
Every era has a unique aesthetic, but the mainstream aesthetic does not mean that there are no other styles.
The main thing is recognition.
Zhao Chuanxin must give this clerk a thumbs up, "Awesome."
Nothing could be more suitable for his great ancestor than this piece of clothing.
He added, "5 feet under 7 inches, 132 pounds."
The clerk continued to roll his eyes and asked, "Age and body condition."
"Skinny , not strong, but has a strong body, more than 30 points." Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and added, "I like to show off."
The clerk casually touched it, "This set suits him. I need three pieces." A set of 1960s-style, modern styles, a must-have for nostalgic pretenders."
This is a set of casual clothes made of heavy fabrics, and Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up again.
Talent.
Isn’t the other ancestor just like this?
Next, Zhao Chuanxin went into more detail, telling everyone’s appearance, characteristics, personality and preferences.
This guy can pick out corresponding clothes one by one.
Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but ask, "How much do you earn in a month now?"
The clerk hesitated this time and said, "The weekly salary is US$35."
Zhao Chuanxin asked again, "How do you know the size? You seem to know the styles of every era well."
"Sir, I have no obligation to tell you this."
Zhao Chuanxin pinched the back of his neck and "said."
The clerk's face was full of anger, but he poured beans out of a bamboo tube: "My father is a tailor and I am an apprentice. Our money has been cheated. I Dad is so angry that I don’t have the capital to open a shop, so I have to come and work.”
Zhao Chuanxin let go, “Damn it, you are holding me back, you have to force me to do it.” How are your tailoring skills?"
The clerk raised his chest and raised his nostrils to the sky, "You have ambitions but not your age. Listen, my skills are second in New York, and no one dares to say they are first."
Look how awesome you are.
Zhao Chuanxin said, "Why don't you follow me to the East and open a tailor shop for you, with a basic monthly salary of 30 US dollars and a certain number of shares."
"It's up to you" the clerk said Crooked eyes.
"You are so fucking worthless." Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head. "I'll give you six days to think about it. If you want to go, pack your things and go to 165 Grand Street and see Abraham Cohen. He will make arrangements. We won't wait until the deadline." After saying that, Zhao Chuanxian took the Go to the counter to settle the accounts for large and small parcels.
The clerk was left thoughtful.
After settling the account, Zhao Chuanxin took out another sum of money and "sent it to Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown and left the rest as a tip."
On the 5th Avenue 55th Street, St. Regis Hotel.
Zhao Chuanxin walked in, and the doorman looked at him curiously: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?"
"I want a high-rise, top-level suite."
"Sorry, sir, the top-level suite is not open to the public."
Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, "Is it not open to non-whites, or not?" Open to the public, only accepting reservations."
The doorman said, "Please wait a moment, I'll ask the manager."
Zhao Chuanxin went in with him.
The lobby manager came and said, "Sir, the top suites are only open to white people."
Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand with an axe.
"Ah"
Zhao Chuanxin came to the front desk, "I want the top suite, high-rise."
The front desk shivered and took out a key" Sir, it's on the 9th floor."
Zhao Chuanxin took the key without even looking at the disabled lobby manager.
While walking, he muttered, "You can enjoy everything in this colorful world of New York, but it's a bit expensive for the lobby manager."
Front desk ""
Manhattan Police Department No. One precinct.
There was a knock on the director's office.
"Enter." Francis Collins' majestic voice sounded.
A police detective came in a hurry, "Chief, there was a vicious wounding incident at the St. Regis Hotel. The suspect is Asian, I suspect."
Francis Collins pinched his eyebrows. He said helplessly, "If you haven't left after hurting someone, then there is no need to doubt that it was Zhao Chuanxin who did it."
"What should we do?"
"Record it, report it, Don't care about anything else."
After the detective left, Francis Collins picked up the phone and called the city council. "Mr. McClellan, it's me, Francis Zhao, at the St. Regis Hotel. He hurt someone again. He just left Delmonico's restaurant and killed John Rockefeller Jr.'s bodyguard."
New York City Mayor George Bruce McClellan put his hand on his forehead, "I know, I'll call him right away." Call the White House, someone should take care of it."
So, Zhao Chuanxin, who was in the hotel, had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe when the landline phone rang.
Only top-tier suites are equipped with telephones.
Zhao Chuanxin picked up the call and heard a familiar voice, it was Da Luo.
Da Luo said, "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you doing?"
Zhao Chuanxin heard that Da Luo's tone was a bit harsh.
Zhao Chuanxin yawned, "I did a lot of things last night, which made me very sleepy today and I want to sleep."
"What?" Da Luo paused and said, "You If you make such a fuss, do you think I will send the army to besiege you? The United States does not lack the courage to fight to the death. In the War of Independence, the Civil War, and the Spanish-American War, we have withstood the test of blood and fire. I think that although a large army can only be used against you. People, but no one in the world would laugh at the United States."
Zhao Chuanxin guessed that Ronaldo was trying to scare him or was serious about it
Zhao Chuanxin did not think he was competing with others. Da Luo is smart, and it is often difficult to distinguish between true and false what politicians say.
The deeper the understanding of war, theZhao Chuanxin once was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, so he became less and less energetic.
Even though he has endless methods, there are too many factors that can kill him on the battlefield.
If the entire army is deployed and besieged regardless of the cost, the chance of Zhao Chuanxin's death should be over 90%.
The resolute armor made of the core material of War Creation cannot stop artillery shells. Even under heavy machine gun fire, he may not survive without a bunker.
Seeing that he was silent, Da Luo pressed forward, "I don't hope there will be a next time."
Zhao Chuanxin immediately said, "I will dare next time."
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