Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

They laughed and said, "When Zhao Chuanxin robbed Constantine State, that bastard Aguire Ida started to act recklessly after Zhao Chuanxin disappeared, and was eventually driven out of office. Zhao Chuanxin, that idiot, did nothing at all..."

Zhao Nianzhen's English was very good thanks to her mother's education. She was about to argue angrily, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

"They said this about you, and you didn't teach them a lesson?"

"How do I teach them a lesson? I, your father, can tear them into pieces. Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I will tear them into pieces right away."

"Ah? You mean, it was really torn into pieces?"

"It depends on how many slices you want."

"Forget it."

Zhao Nianzhen was actually quite happy.

Zhao Chuanxin fulfilled his promise and stayed with her to make up for the past.

She asked curiously, "Dad, you said that Mexico had a revolution, and many people died, but how come the farmers still have no land in the end?"

"Do you think those who rebelled at the beginning did so because of their noble character?"

"if not?"

“Those who complete the revolution are those who are ignorant of it, those who plan the revolution betray it, and those who insist on the revolution eventually die.”

"Well said!" A round-faced man cheered: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

The other party extended his hand: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, my name is Wei Lihuang, and my courtesy name is Junru. I'd like to hear your words..."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "Would you like to hear a conversation?"

"Ah this..."

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin did not admit his identity, but chatted with this person.

Wei Lihuang hates infighting.

Zhao Chuanxin never engages in internal fighting.

The person he admired most was Zhao Chuanxin: "From the Qing Dynasty to now, only you have been a true man who has defended the land and expanded the borders!"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over the railing, took out a cigar, lit it, and handed one to Wei Lihuang: "What husband or not, who will care about you in another fifty or seventy years? Maybe they will even call you a dog capitalist to make their position clear or to show their personality in a unique way."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wei Lihuang didn't believe it: "Hey, this cigar tastes strange."

"Oh, one less cigarette, there will be no more in the future."

This is a substitute developed by Zhao Chuanxin in Middle-earth. After many years of use, its taste has finally reached its peak.

Zhao Nianzhen had a good chat with Wei Lihuang's wife Han Quanhua.

This one is not lonely.

When they arrived in New York, Wei Lihuang and his wife said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin.

Watching the two women disappear from view, Wei Lihuang sighed: "Mr. Zhao, you are such a strange man."

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that one person can be proficient in eight languages: Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, English, Dutch and Icelandic."

"Do you think he is only proficient in eight languages?" Wei Li-Huang said with admiration, "He is also proficient in poetry, history, biology, economics, mechanics, movies, and music, not to mention that he can fight. Commanding a large army is not something that everyone can do."

"Ah?" Han Quanhua was stunned: "How is it possible? I don't believe it. I think it's just a rumor."

Wei counted on his fingers and said, "The movies he shot have become classics. Foreigners all learn his camera language. He has written books on biology and geography. You must have read "The Road to Extinction". He is a close friend of the talented Li Shutong. Li Shutong said that Zhao Chuanxin has amazing musical talent. Many movie soundtracks were composed by him. The Ares submachine gun and the Xingyue light machine gun were all designed by him. I will read to you the poems he wrote..."

The more Han Quanhua listened, the more shocked he became: "He is really amazing. Look at him, he looks like he is only in his thirties. Who would have thought that he became famous in 1908? I was only a few years old at that time. I heard from my family that he bombarded the Forbidden City..."

"He doesn't like internal fighting, otherwise he would have conquered the Central Plains long ago. Look at his territory, it's all directly adjacent to the enemy. His sword always points outward..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin took Zhao Nianzhen to visit New York.

"Dad, please buy me a villa in Iowa."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "You watched "Falling in Love" on the boat, and immediately wanted a villa in Iowa. It's typical that you act on impulse. You will regret it after buying it."

"Didn't you promise me everything?"

"Dad has no money."

Long before the Great Depression, Freddy Pavitt helped Zhao Chuanxin deal with unnecessary shares. According to Zhao Chuanxin's will, the rest, except for the shares of his children and apprentices, was returned to the public.

This "gong" is naturally Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture.

The remaining gold was left by him at the Peace College to be minted.

"Dad, you lied to me. How did you still have money to buy a boat ticket?"

"That's what I earned from running the store. There's not much left."

"Don't you have a mansion in New York?"

"The manor is given to your brother."

"Hiss..." Zhao Nian was so angry that his teeth ached: "When I was a child, you sided with Zhao Lingjun. After you came back, you said you would give me whatever I wanted, and now you want to break your promise!"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Chuanxin felt that what she said made sense. He would have to pay back what he owed sooner or later: "Let's buy tickets to Iowa. Dad will build a villa for you with his own hands."

Other children were in pairs and had children at home, but Zhao Nianzhen was the only one who was all alone.

Especially the triangular relationship between her, Zhao Lingjun and Yao Bing gave Zhao Chuanxin a headache, so he simply took her abroad.

Although all this has to do with her personality.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his daughter's head and said, "Didn't I give you money?"

"You said it was given by you, do I have to spend my own money?"

"Zhao, okay, Dad will build you a villa."

Zhao Nianzhen is not greedy for money.

She was just craving for the belated fatherly love.

The father and son spent two days in New York and then left on their own.

On the train, Zhao Chuanxin heard the passengers behind him bragging: "Have you heard that Abraham Cohen, the boss of the dining car gang, was shot dead! His children are fighting for the family property..."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"Gang vendetta. Haven't you heard of it? The Five Great Families, the Italian Mafia..."

Zhao Chuanxin pursed his lips, silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

Zhao Nianzhen asked doubtfully: "Dad, do you recognize that person?"

"Yes, we have some small acquaintance."

"Then let's go to his funeral."

"Why attend a funeral when someone is dead?"

“If people don’t die, how can we attend funerals?”

Zhao Nianzhen just wanted to make trouble for her father.

She knew her father was capable of things no one else could.

At this moment, the man sitting behind him stood up drunkenly, as if he was going to the toilet.

Gan Fan was lying on the newspaper, reading it with his True Vision Crystal, his hind legs stretched out lazily.

The drunk man raised his leg, trying to kick the dry rice.

His legs were in mid-air and were stopped by Zhao Chuanxin's boots.

The man looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

Zhao Nianzhen pointed at the man and said, "You are such a bad person. I curse you to hell."

As a father, Zhao Chuanxin naturally felt that his daughter was willful and capricious, but also pitiful.

But outsiders see Zhao Nianzhen differently.

She inherited her mother's genes, with a high nose bridge, rosy lips, fair and bright skin, and is incredibly beautiful. She is 1.7 meters tall, with long legs, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, fresh and moving with both Eastern and Western characteristics.

Objectively speaking, Zhao Lingjun is not as good-looking as her, and Zhao Songzhen is not as good-looking as her either.

This is the most beautiful girl in the Zhao family.

The man was immediately stunned. He staggered forward unconsciously and stretched out his hand: "Madam, it's my fault. I apologize to you. Please forgive my recklessness."

He held on to the back of his chair and refused to leave.

Zhao Nianzhen raised his eyebrows: "I forgive you, do you have anything else to do?"

The man hesitated, his breath getting stronger, and he seemed to be sober. "My name is Burt Lancaster, and I think, I think..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him carefully and saw that he was handsome, about 185 cm tall, with a well-groomed hairstyle.

He took out a cigar and lit it, saying disdainfully, "You are so hesitant when you speak. You are not manly at all."

Bert Calanster's face flushed, and hesitantly asked, "Are you the brother of this lady?"

Zhao Nianzhen chuckled: "He is my father."

"Ah this..."

After chatting with him, Zhao Chuanxin learned that this guy was a movie star who had served in the army and fought in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigar, and the other party was flattered.

When they arrived at the station, Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Nianzhen prepared to get off the bus. They were going to take the bus back to attend the funeral.

Bert Calanster quickly asked, "Where do you live?"

Zhao Nianzhen thought for a moment and said, "I haven't decided yet. I have no fixed place to live."

"Ah?" Bert Calanster got off the car with the two men, carrying his suitcase. "I'll go with you. We're going the same way."

Bullshit lame excuse.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Bert Calanster sneered: "It's not very friendly to me."

"You're right. It called you an idiot and refused to leave."

"..." Bert Calanster swallowed his anger and tried to joke, but also had a hint of counterattack: "It seems that it is not well educated and likes to swear."

Zhao Nianzhen glanced at her father and said, "You are wrong. You may not have read as many books as Ganfan. He has read all the classic philosophical books from the East and the West, and can speak three languages."

Bert Calanster thought she was joking.

Until Ganfan scratched the ground with his claws and wrote: idiot...

Bert Calanster's head was buzzing.

It really called him an idiot.

The father and son returned to New York with some food and a follower.

"Where are we going?" Bert Calanster asked.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Go to the funeral."

Abraham Cohen, the Jewish man, died a miserable death, beaten to pieces on a Chicago typewriter.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look at the miserable stitched body and walked aside with an expressionless face.

Someone frowned and asked him, "Sir, what is your relationship with Mr. Cohen?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "He is my little brother."

"..." The man was furious: "Do you know where you are talking? Do you know that one of your words may bring about a fatal disaster?"

Several burly men nearby looked at him unfriendly.

Now it is at the funeral, otherwise in another situation, they might have stepped forward to teach this Asian a lesson.

Bert Calanster was not without worry: "Your father will get into trouble if he does this. The Cohen family is not easy to mess with. I was born in New York and I know their character."

Zhao Nianzhen held his shoulders and said cheerfully, "Do you think my father is bragging? Really? Do you think he is bragging?"

Bert Calanster didn't answer, but his disdainful expression said it all.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette, lit it, smiled and said nothing.

Cohen's family members refused to give up: "Speak up, speak clearly, or we will have a good talk."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled his hand away nonchalantly. For Abraham Cohen's sake, Zhao Chuanxin didn't argue with him.

At this time, someone else came.

Among this group of people, there are three with Asian faces, two of them are old with gray beards, one is a slightly younger handsome old man, a middle-aged white woman, two white old men, two black people, and a tall and strong mixed-race man.