Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Finally, Jesse Livermore found him a broker to help him handle these matters.

People like Jesse Livermore will not be willing to be green leaves. This guy is crazy at heart. He feels that he should have tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of assets, otherwise he will be sorry for this crazy era.

At the same time, he also found a British butler for Zhao Chuanxin, Freddy Pertwee.

Zhao Chuanxian was not very interested in the manor and the house. I bought it on a whim, and I can’t make a loss anyway. Houses, like the stock market, see ups and downs in the short term, but in the long term, more and more money is accumulated in the chip pool.

He was very interested in Freddy Pertwee.

This was a British guy with chestnut hair, of medium build, with a straight body, and he spoke in an airy manner in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

"Sir, what can I do for you next?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next, you contact the arms dealer. I want to buy 1897 Winchester M400 shotguns and 40 rounds of ammunition."

Freddie Pertwee's head is filled with questions.

I'm here to be your housekeeper, and you want me to buy weapons?

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin said: "I have set up a trust. From now on, I will give you 1.5 times your scheduled salary every month. If you do well, you will be rewarded. From now on, you can do whatever you are asked to do."

Freddy Pertwee held his chest and bowed slightly: "Sir, no problem!"

Can't cure you?

Zhao Chuanxin's voice became much softer: "It's time to go home..."

The world is too big for a small person, even if railroad tracks are laid everywhere and ships can shuttle freely across the ocean.

For the rich and powerful, a bigger stake means a bigger cake, but for people who don't value money and status, a bigger stake means it's difficult to take care of the entire chess game.

Now that he is close to Washington, it is impossible for Zhao Chuanxin to leave without any achievements.

After all, the United States, which seemed strong and uncompromising for a while, has not bowed its head yet.

So the riots around Washington began.

There was an old man who was very anxious at this time. He could receive reports from the surrounding areas every day. The reporters were like sharks that moved at the smell of fish, and they kept putting reports on Zhao Chuanxin's return to the world.

The lazy Zhao Chuanxin also began to try to learn to recite words again so that he could see the results he wanted in the newspaper.

Instead of seeing what he wanted to see, there were news in the newspapers about disasters in some parts of the country.

This news was the final reminder that he had to prepare to return home immediately.

The Americans insidiously set up a dragnet in San Francisco's Chinatown.

They want to take a bad breath.

But in the United States, there is nothing that money cannot solve.

If there is, then there is not enough money.

On a social night in spring and summer, several white people entered Chinatown and gave Yu Wenxuan 10,000 silver dollars. They also found the garrison general who was guarding outside Chinatown. No one knew how they did it. In short, a hole was opened in the encirclement.

Then, Yu Wenxuan took more than 20 trafficked women out of Chinatown and boarded a freighter chartered by a British man to go to China.

More than twenty days later.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on the deck.

Seagulls hang around the boat, speculating on what to eat, but this is not a fishing boat. After circling for a few times, I found that there was no loophole to exploit. Except for a few that landed on the deck to rest, the rest ran away.

Then, Zhao Chuanxian saw the coastline.

Maritime cargo ships could not enter the inland rivers, so workers were hired at the Shanghai port to unload cargo onto river ships and sailed upstream from the Yangtze River.

"My surname is Zhao. It is not convenient for me to reveal my name. These supplies are for the people affected by the disaster. I hope all the village elders can help distribute them. As I said before, if these things to help the people are greedy, Zhao will not let it go."

"That's not possible. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhao, this is a kind act..."

Zhao Chuanxin has had this kind of conversation many times. Along the Yangtze River and all the way to Yueyang, this trip is finally over.

Another piece of news appeared in major domestic newspapers.

There was a good man from Zhao who brought back a shipload of supplies from abroad and donated them free of charge to the people affected by the disaster along the Yangtze River. But the person did not want to be named.

I learned from the gentry from various places that this man was quite young, tall and handsome. The accent sounds like a northerner.

Some newspapers have already speculated: This person should be Zhao Chuanxin. He did not want to give his name, presumably because he had no choice but to do so for fear of being persecuted by foreigners. As for the beard, you can grow it or shave it off, it cannot be regarded as a certificate...

There was an uproar in the country.

Zhao Chuanxin made a big fuss in the United States, but he actually brought back supplies for disaster relief from abroad?

If we talk about Zhao Chuanxin's current impression on young people across Asia, it can be summed up in one sentence: This is what a real man should be.

On his way north, Zhao Chuanxin saw many young people's faces deliberately shaved.

Unfortunately, most Asians do not have much body hair and cannot grow a thick beard like Zhao Chuanxin.

He was not good at first, but after receiving life spans many times, not only did his beard grow thicker, his hair became thicker, and his hairline became lower.

Young, so good!

Since it became popular to grow a beard, Zhao Chuanxin diligently shaved his beard clean every day.

I saw many people growing their hair long and combing their hair back.

So, he cut his hair short, shaved the sides, and made the top and bangs slightly longer.

Anti-fads sometimes create new fads.

Seeing the popularity of black woolen coats and suits, he began to wear jackets, overalls and cloth shoes.

When the weather gets warmer, wear a heavy white T-shirt over your shirt.

He sent Zhang Zehui home.

This child was abducted.

The Zhang family is a wealthy family. When Zhao Chuanxin sent the child back, Mr. Zhang was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"My benefactor, my benefactor, my dear granddaughter is back..."

From Mrs. Zhang's mouth, Zhao Chuanxin learned that the patrol houses in Shanghai and surrounding areas were more powerful than the Qing court, and they had made indelible contributions in preventing women from being abducted.

This made him very ashamed.

He often heard things like this that subverted his three views, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

He wanted to go home even more.

Out of sight is pure.

Zhang Zehui watched Zhao Chuanxin get on the boat and leave with tears in her eyes.

"Brother, remember to come back and see me."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go back, be careful in the future."

He did not return alone, he also brought more than twenty women with him...

Emma, ​​I have revised it countless times. This time I deleted a lot of content, which makes it less coherent. Please treat it as a transitional chapter. There is no way to change it.