The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Abraham Cohen has always been thinking about Rebecca Levy, who is a dull gourd.

This was the first time he came into contact with a woman who was so quick to talk, so he couldn't pick up the conversation.

Miao Cuihua ignored him, looked up at the plaque and the door, nodded and said, "It's really impressive."

After the financial crisis, Xinghui Catering Company's alliance business development was as fast as an infectious disease.

More profitable, Abraham Cohen renovated the storefront.

Who in New York doesn’t know the Star Food Truck?

The large number of food trucks is an advertisement in itself.

Abraham Cohen sneered twice and suddenly said: "Boss, I met Livermore yesterday and he said he would apply for a new identity for you. Do you have a name you want?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even think about it but said: "John Constantine."

The name is not important. If you turn it around, you will eventually add prestige to "Zhao Chuanxin".

But no one knew that this name caused quite a stir in the 1980s. Two very famous cartoonists were ordered to empty their magazines by Zhao Chuanxin.

Lawson Trust Company and Xinghui Catering Company are just stopovers, allowing Miao Cuihua to understand what she has been doing during this time.

Zhao Chuanxin wants to take her to Broadway.

Abraham Cohen volunteered: "Boss, I can help arrange it. I also have connections in the theater on Broadway."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him sideways: "Just rest."

With that said, he took Miao Cuihua onto the public carriage and left.

Miao Cuihua asked in confusion on the carriage: "He wants to help out of kindness, why not let him help?"

"You'll find out later."

Grand Street is located in downtown, while Broadway's main theater concentration is located close to midtown.

The carriage drove for more than half an hour before arriving.

After getting off the car, Zhao Chuanxin held Miao Cuihua's hand and said, "I haven't been here either. See if there's anything you want to see, and we'll go in."

The street is lined with theaters with huge hand-painted posters hanging outside.

However, due to the financial crisis, there were only a few customers and the restaurant was empty, making it look very depressed.

Both of them are laymen, just watching the excitement.

So Miao Cuihua looked at the theater with the most people at the door - Fuli Show.

There is always something wrong with more people.

She pointed at the poster and said happily: "That's it."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes and saw the poster saying: Ziegfeld Girls Song and Dance Troupe.

The point is that the clothes of these girls already have the red carpet style of later generations - two pieces of cloth crossed on the chest, gauze and thin clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin took a breath: "Hiss... I can't understand it, but I'm shocked. Art, it's really art."

If you don’t understand, you should be less aggressive. Isn’t this common sense?

He won't say those embarrassing words, such as: Although I don't understand, this kind of revealing...

Miao Cuihua wanted to watch this song and dance, but she also wanted to compare and compete in skills in private.

After all, she is also a dancer, even though there is only one person in the audience.

Two people lined up.

The few white people in front suddenly saw Zhao Chuanxin and the two of them, and they were a little stunned, but they didn't say much.

Behind, there was a white man in a suit and tie who had just joined the team. He saw that Miao Cuihua had a graceful figure under her fishtail windbreaker, her skin was fair and soft, without any blemishes, her facial features were pretty, and she still had the charm of a royal sister.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was a yellow man, he said nonchalantly: "Hello, madam, my name is..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him with a smile: "You told me to get lost. Your nickname is that your face will blossom if you don't shut up."

Just as it happened, the queue in front was almost finished, and it was soon the turn of Zhao Chuanxin and the two of them.

So he held back and just warned the man.

Before Zhao Chuanxin could react, the conductor in front saw him and Miao Cuihua and said, "Hey, the theater only accepts white people. Are you blind? Can't you see?"

As he spoke, he knocked on a piece of paper on the wall, and it read: Only white people are allowed to enter.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at the white man behind him, then at the person collecting the tickets, and smiled even more happily: "Don't say that I punished you without teaching me, will you give me another chance to say it again?"

Miao Cuihua never left North Tarrytown. She had heard about the discrimination, but she didn't know it was so serious.

She clenched her fists angrily and her body jerked.

She couldn't imagine how overseas Chinese could survive in such an environment. It was simply unimaginable.

If it were her, she would feel terrible every day.

The white man behind him took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke frivolously towards Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to make a move, but Miao Cuihua was one step faster. She turned her left hand into a knife and cut the white man's throat with her backhand.

The white man's eyes bulged, his mouth couldn't help opening his mouth to breathe, and his cigarette dropped.

Miao Cuihua had quick eyes and quick hands. She held the cigarette in her right hand, turned it between her fingers, dropped the cigarette butt, and stuffed the cigarette butt into the white man's mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When did you learn this?

When he first heard her name "Miao Cuihua", Zhao Chuanxin clearly confirmed to her that there was no son Fang Shiyu... He was sure the answer was no.

The white man said "ah".

The cigarette butt made a "sizzle" sound in his mouth.

He subconsciously reached out to grab Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his wrist with one hand, turned his right hand into a hammer, and slammed it on his forearm.

Click...

The white man's forearm was twisted at an incredible angle.

"ah……"

He didn't even know where to feel the pain.

Miao Cuihua kept up her efforts, raised her legs, and used the "sterile foot".

"Ouch..."

This pain is no less painful than a critical blow to the throat, a broken forearm, or a burnt throat, or even worse.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Are you competing with me?

Seeing the white man bending down and covering his crotch and legs, Zhao Chuanxin walked around behind him and grabbed his intact arm.

Click...

Miao Cuihua took two steps back to start running, raised her leg and kicked her knee.

It doesn't seem to be broken, but the leg is bent at a weird angle.

The white man couldn't even scream, and his eyes began to turn white.

Zhao Chuanxin finally couldn't help it anymore: "Sister Hua, where did you practice?"

Miao Cuihua gritted her teeth: "I've been here since the troubled times, so I'll beat him until his face blossoms!"

In the chaos of the Russo-Japanese War in Liaoning, how could you survive with your daughter without any ruthlessness?

In fact, Miao Cuihua also learned a few tricks from Liu Jiahui in Lugang Town.

The others were stunned.

I'm sorry, this pair of bitches are so ruthless.

The conductor was shocked and pointed at the two of them: "You, you China guys, how dare you commit murder?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward suddenly. He was tall and had long arms. He grabbed the conductor from behind the counter with one arm and dragged him out easily.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero."

He supported the conductor, placed his palms on his chest and diaphragm, and actually lifted him up with one arm.

And it’s the left arm.

Phoenix Mysterious Ring, boom!

The conductor suddenly flew into the sky.

The Phoenix Xuanjie twitched the air below, causing Zhao Chuanxin's long hair to float up.

He bent his knees, held his right fist with his left hand, raised his right elbow, jumped up suddenly, tilted his head, and his elbow met the conductor's lumbar spine.

Click...

This action is a bit anti-human, but Zhao Chuanxin did it so naturally.

The ticket collector's exclamations stopped abruptly.

The body is centered on Zhao Chuanxin's elbow, and the body is bent back at an angle of more than 90 degrees.

Zhao Chuanxin was afraid that he was still angry, so he quickly retracted his elbows and raised his knees.

Click...

He stood up straight, took out a cigar, lit it, and looked at the others: "Who else?"

The person being targeted retreated unconsciously.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the theater sign, then pointed at the crowd and said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, and I specialize in dealing with all kinds of discriminatory dogs and regional gangsters.

Today, I had to go to this white-only theater to watch a show.

Who is in favor and who is against? "

If it weren't for the fear that Zhao Chuanxin could easily catch up, everyone would have run away.

As soon as the words "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Someone then remembered that the newspaper vaguely mentioned that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to kill all the discriminators in New York, but he didn't take it seriously at the time.

Now it seems……

Zhao Chuanxin first looked at the environment outside the theater, the height of the roof, and thought about the weight of Miao Cuihua and the rice. Then he took Miao Cuihua's hand and Shi Shiran entered the theater.

Zhuo, after killing people, just go in and watch the show openly like this?

Apart from Zhao Chuanxin, there is probably no other person in the world.

Things are so noisy outside,

The founder of the Ziegfeld Girls, little Florenz Edward Ziegfeld hurried out and collided head-on with Zhao Chuanxin.

He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was Zhao Chuanxin, but he heard that an Asian had killed someone.

He backed away in shock, his feet slipped, and he knelt on the ground: "Don't come over here..."

The man was about forty years old, wearing a tuxedo, and his hair was combed like a dog licking it.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and said, "Sit down and hurry up and get the actors ready to go on stage. My concubine and I want to listen to the show."

Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr.: "..."

Seeing that he didn't know what to do, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned on the spot, so he took out his ax and tilted his head: "Why, you don't allow me to enter?"

Little Florenz Edward Siegfeld woke up from a dream, stood up and said hurriedly: "No, it's allowed, it's very allowed, you're welcome..."

Miao Cuihua pursed her lips and whispered: "Is it really okay to continue watching like this?"

She didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had done something even more outrageous - he went to the police station door and surrounded him alone to call for help.

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "One day a bunch of warlords will appear, doing whatever they want and fighting endlessly. Originally I didn't want you to take the risk, but I thought it would be good for you to experience it in advance. As for the Kalami in front of you, don't worry about it. "

Zhao Chuanxin asked little Florenz Edward Ziegfeld to lead the way into the theater.

Although there was a commotion outside, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that the people inside were still calmly waiting for the opening.

He really has the spirit of entertaining himself to death.

However, little Florenz Edward Ziegfeld had some difficulties when he brought Zhao Chuanxin to the theater.

He instinctively wanted to lead Zhao Chuanxin, two people and a dog to sit in a corner.

But Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the VIP seat: "We sit there, and my dog ​​also wants a seat."

Florenz Edward Ziegfeld Jr.: "..."