The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It is easier to get a false identity at this time than in later generations.

But Jesse Livermore said he needed to go to New York.

While chatting like this, the topic came up again about Zhao Chuanxin.

Of course, that's how the conversation went.

Jesse Livermore said: "Have you heard that the Asian Zhao Chuanxin has disappeared. Could he be your compatriot?"

It was not that he was suspicious of Zhao Chuanxin, because apparently the newspaper said that Zhao Chuanxin had a big beard, and the man in front of him looked very young and his chin was cleanly shaved.

Jesse Livermore was just testing the waters.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "They are my compatriots."

"Then you are Chinese?"

Even if he lies, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want to say that he is Japanese or Korean.

So nod.

Jesse Livermore said: "This compatriot of yours is very powerful. He dares to fight against the army alone. Man, to be honest, others say he is a murderer, but I don't think so."

Thomas W. Lawson also said: "I feel the same way. Those people in the West sometimes do too much. Now, they are punished. Will Zhao be killed?"

Jesse Livermore sarcastically said: "If Zhao had been killed or captured, with Roosevelt's temperament, it would have been announced to the world. He is a very conceited person!"

The self-proclaimed free spirit of the United States is a joke in some respects, but there are indeed some clues in other things.

For example, whether it is scolding or ridiculing the president, whether it is in private or in newspapers or even later on TV media, people dare to say any unpleasant things, and they have channels to say it openly.

In China, everyone always likes to create gods. If the god's position falls, the public will insult him one after another. The poop of people on the altar smells good, and the perfume that falls on the altar also smells bad.

There is a book called "The Crowd", which roughly means: The brain is a good thing, but it is a pity that the public does not have it.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I think this man is just average. Apart from being tall, handsome, charming, wise, powerful, handsome, and loyal, I really can't find any other good qualities."

Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson: "…"

When they arrived at the Royal Princeton Hotel, Zhao Chuanxin took out his room card and invited them, "Come to my room and have a drink. We had a great time chatting."

When the two of them looked at each other, it was just as they wanted.

As a result, Zhao Chuanxian took them to the top-level suite on the top floor.

The two of them opened their mouths.

I thought he was a liar, but he turned out to be a great master!

"What do you do?"

Thomas W. Lawson asked after being surprised.

"Oh, I do business related to arms, and I also do business related to money." Zhao Chuanxin said casually.

Weapons are used in murders and arson. Isn't going to the bank to "withdraw money" just about money?

Jesse Livermore: "Selling arms and doing finance? You're so secretive."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Well, I'll buy you a drink today, and then we'll have dinner tonight, and let the hotel staff buy tickets, and we'll leave for New York tomorrow."

…

Zhao Chuanxin made full use of his money making ability.

He treats us when we eat, when we drink, and when we take a boat or first-class cabin, he still treats us.

Zhao Chuanxin even found some extra programs for them to entertain themselves on the ship.

Since 1902, the price of meat slaughtered according to kosher regulations has continued to rise in New York City. Orthodox Jewish women launched a three-week protest in New York's Lower East Side, followed by uptown, the Bronx and Brooklyn. Similar demonstrations broke out.

In the ten years since, New York City has been in turmoil.

Conflicts in various aspects have always existed.

New York at this time was indeed like what Li Hongzhang had seen, with towering high-rise buildings and bustling people on the streets.

But don’t think it’s the same as a modern city.

In fact, many places in New York at this time still had dirt roads. It was impossible to imagine a skyscraper next to it with a dirt road underneath.

But it does seem to be much more advanced than domestic ones. No wonder Li Hongzhang was shocked.

In New York Harbor, three people disembarked.

At this time, Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson had completely trusted Zhao Chuanxin and felt that this person was indeed looking for them to do something.

After getting off the boat, the three of them called a carriage.

"Man, I need to go back to Thompson Street, where my apartment is. I don't think you'll like it. It's a little dirty. I'm thinking of moving."

When it comes to houses, Jesse Livermore feels a little inferior.

He felt that with Zhao Chuanxian's financial resources, he must live in a luxurious villa.

But he is not really a poor man. At this time, he already has tens of thousands of dollars in property, which is not a small sum.

He also has the ability to move to a higher-end apartment.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder very understandingly: "Everything will be fine. Just go to Thompson Street first, and then I will find a hotel nearby to arrange for Thomas and I to stay."

Thomas W. Lawson said, "I'll just go to Jesse's house and make do."

He is from the South and has no residence in New York for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said: "Let's do this, Jesse, you go back and pack up, and then bring the necessary things with you. I will arrange for you two to stay in a hotel. This will make it easier for us to work next. I will cover all food and accommodation." .”

The two opened their mouths slightly, but could not speak.

Rich and rich, it really makes people speechless.

By this time it was getting dark.

The carriage was waiting outside. The driver was a little impatient and muttered: "Gentlemen, this will delay my making money, and it's so late, I have to go home."

Zhao Chuanxin casually flicked out two eagle coins. The driver said, "God bless you, sir."

Thomas W. Lawson was envious.

He also has money, but he is not so generous that Zhao Chuanxian does not use money as money.

By the time Jesse Livermore walked out of the dark and messy alley carrying the box, it was already quite late.

The three of them got on the car, and several people suddenly appeared from another alley in front.

One person held a revolver and several others held knives in their hands and stopped the carriage.

"Get out of the car and hand over your valuables."

The coachman kept chattering: "I just said, I just said, you shouldn't go out at this time, it's too late, this is really too bad, God..."

Before I finished speaking, I heard bang bang bang...

The man with the gun had fallen to the ground.

He kept vomiting blood in his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the carriage, stepped on the corpse and continued shooting.

Bang bang bang bang...

The bullets were fired, killing three people in total, and the other two escaped.

The two men and the coachman were stunned.

They had never seen someone like this shoot directly at the slightest disagreement, without even blinking.

Zhao Chuanxin was seen picking up the revolver in the hand of the corpse on the ground, looking at the bullets inside, then slowly lowering the hammer, and casually stuck it on his waist.

After getting on the bus: "What's wrong? Coachman, keep walking and take us to the designated place."

The coachman continued to drive the coach tremblingly while shouting words such as God's blessing.

Jesse Livermore asked with a pale face: "You, you, you killed someone?"

"Yes, such a big pile of corpses, can't you see it?"

"But, you killed someone?"

"Yes, I'm in the arms business!"

What? Is the arms business just about killing people with arms?

He thought of that day on the beach, when Zhao Chuanxin put a gun to his waist and said that he could either help him or kill him because he didn't apologize.

At this moment, he believed that Zhao Chuanxin must have been serious at that time...