Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

While waiting for the food, Benjamin Goldberg still didn't understand: "Sir, why can you stay in the air just by holding that stick? Also, why did those three people fly when you just pointed it out?" Go out? There are all kinds of magical pictures in my mind every day, but these pictures must have laws that allow this world to exist. My mind tells me that what you just performed is not feasible. "

Is this kid crazy? Don’t believe what you see with your own eyes, but only what you imagine?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "You have also fantasized about the giant spirit god, so what do you say?"

"This is different." Benjamin Goldberg, a visionary, is characterized by rigor. "If there is a giant spirit god, he can exist in the universe. He has hard skin and his blood is hot, which can resist the coldness of space..."

Faced with Benjamin Goldberg's probing questions, Zhao Chuanxin was at a loss for words.

He knew that the town mayor, John Vaughan, had taken advantage of him and was trying to prevent Zhao Chuanxian from opening a weapons factory in North Tarrytown, and even wanted to obstruct all commercial activities. He would not hesitate to injure the enemy eight hundred and lose one thousand to himself.

Zhao Chuanxin made a serious face: "As a teacher, I can teach you, but you need to practice basic skills, such as designing a gun first! When you grow up, you will naturally learn to float out of thin air and make people fly out by pointing at them. ability."

Zhao Chuanxin put down his knife and fork, took out his cigarette, and spread it around the crowd.

Zhao Chuanxin, however, stared at him coldly.

After entering the restaurant, he strode towards Zhao Chuanxin.

There will be no more discrimination.

It's okay if you don't ask, but you'll be shocked if you ask.

Yang Yide of Tianjin Wei was once humiliated by Zhao Chuanxin, but now he feels closer to Zhao Chuanxin than to his own father.

Now, after listening to Zhao Chuanxin's wanderings here and there, he started to think about animal husbandry again.

George Maher was severely beaten during the day and was disfigured.

Marcus Nkrumah had already finished three burgers at this time.

He wanted to sit at another table with William Hope.

The atmosphere finally relaxed.

George Maher led four people to Zhao Chuanxin, took off his hat, turned around and slapped the man behind him on the face: "William Hope, you idiot, why don't you quickly apologize to Mr. Zhao?"

And he repeatedly asked that this matter must not be publicized.

The restaurant owner did not dare to show anything on his face, but his brows were raised, showing his inner happiness.

The two of them moved their mouths like spirits, eating in all directions.

The restaurant owner unconsciously dropped the match he was holding in his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the soot and said, "Oh, that's it. Does that mean you've been doing too much grazing?"

He quibbled: "You don't understand yet, so you think it doesn't exist. Then let me describe to you the technology that may appear in the future. Think about it. In the future, the sky will be full of airplanes, the ground will be full of cars, people will use cordless phones, and even Seeing each other's faces on the phone feels like meeting each other. There are also computers, which are countless times faster than the human brain. They also store various pictures, such as the pictures in your mind. When people trade, they don't need to use money. Just pay virtually over the phone..."

That attitude seemed to treat Zhao Chuanxin as the most distinguished guest.

When George Maher saw William Hope and several others coming to report the crime, he heard that they were a combination of Asian, black and white children, and the figure of Zhao Chuanxin immediately came to mind.

As Zhao Chuanxin described in depth, Benjamin Goldberg was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids: "Do you know that you are rude and disrespectful? Remember, our North Tarrytown is a civilized town, an educated town. I, Ethan Zhao, am speaking here today. From now on, this town If everyone in the world doesn’t learn how to convince people with virtue like me, I will definitely make them look good!”

The monk can't run away from the temple.

"You don't have the best. After all, you can't live without North Tarrytown, right Sheriff Maher?"

To maintain anonymity, an agent is needed.

Previously, the factory could not be opened because John Browning did not help design weapons.

At this time, because information is not so common, in various areas of the United States, especially in the countryside, town mayors and sheriffs are like local emperors.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction: "Chief Maher knows the basics. Don't worry, I am very fair in my work and will never treat my friends badly. As long as you make me feel better, I will give you something to eat."

At this time, the restaurant owner and the waiter began to serve the food.

Then there was a scene in front of me.

Half of his cheek was covered with a bleeding bandage, and his slightly fat body was swaying back and forth because he was walking in a hurry, which made him even more imposing.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, making the boss's hair stand on end.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his apprentice, then at William Hope, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

The boss asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Zhao, what would you like to drink?"

Do you call this convincing people with virtue?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Come on, let's eat first."

While Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with Benjamin Goldberg, the restaurant owner looked through the window and saw the menacing five people.

His eyes were rolling wildly, thinking about how to report it to the mayor when he got back.

"Then, thank you in advance, Mr. Zhao."

George Maher broke into a cold sweat.

Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at William Hope: "What do you do?"

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin nod with satisfaction: "Look, Benjamin, my teacher has told you a long time ago that our Sheriff Maher of North Tarrytown has always been well-educated and knows the way of friendship."

No wonder he could make William Hope bow his head obediently.

Benjamin Goldberg was excited and looking forward to it: "Okay, Master, I will design it carefully."

Any unexpected gains?

Benjamin Goldberg asked confusedly: "Master, but you just said..."

He had to show his loyalty in front of Zhao Chuanxin and regain the impression points he had just lost.

George Maher spoke up and said, "Mr. Zhao, William Hope is my distant cousin. He once won an award at the Potomac Cowboy Competition in Kansas. A very amazing award."

"Master, you are so amazing! Master, can you teach me this?"

Hello, hello, hello everyone, we are all friends, regardless of whether we have any conflicts.

What George Maher can think of, Zhao Chuanxin can’t think of?

"Chief Maher, why do I think you have some evil intentions?"

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George Maher thought of some bloody scenes and was immediately horrified: "No, let's eat. Can't we just eat..."

Before Zhao Chuanxin could say anything, George Maher interrupted: "Don't worry about this, William, I can handle your current boss, and I guarantee that he won't be able to say no."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and came to teach on the spot: "Benjamin, you see, my teacher is teaching you today, be civilized and don't fight. Fighting is not good! Look at them, it's a living lesson."

Speaking of cowboys, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered something.

Look, Asian, your comeuppance is coming!