Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

However, the townspeople only threatened him and did not actually take action.

Freddy Pavitt was relieved. He summoned Ning An and said, "You are more approachable. I would like to invite you to go to the town and talk to the residents."

Ning An has flowing black hair and "beautiful" facial features. After being tempered during this period of time, Ning An has become a bit more sassy.

He nodded: "No problem, I'll go test it out first."

It’s September, and the autumn air is crisp.

The mandible is wide and the eyes protrude, making him look like a monster.

Isn’t it because you don’t have a job?

The implication is that these people have a prosperous life, make money, dare to openly beat white people, and will not give up for five buckets of rice.

A sign with peeling paint hangs outside Cotton Nightclub, and a huge poster depicts Cotton, a saxophone and a black cat on the wall.

He was accompanied by Marcus Nkrumah, riding a sturdy black Morgan horse.

People in our town feel that the Vertex Weapons Factory will not employ local people and will destroy the environment, so of course they are not happy.

"Man, let me ask you a question, you are a man, right?"

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and the two riding horses with envy.

The man sighed and said melancholy: "Those bullshit bankers on Wall Street claimed in newspapers that the financial market has been recovering recently, but the number of unemployed people has not decreased at all. It can be seen that these sons of bitches are talking nonsense."

But Isaiah didn’t want to promise: “That’s great, but you must fulfill your promise.”

Since he agreed to do the work, Zhao Chuanxin was not polite: "Okay, come with me and help me recruit some people."

He prepared this cigarette deliberately because he always saw Zhao Chuanxin passing cigarettes to socialize.

"Go find the ten Smith brothers."

Then he handed it back to Zhao Chuanxin: "Yes, he wrote it. So, what do you want from me?"

When we arrived at the Cotton Nightclub, it was already dark.

The money supply has been shrinking since 1904, and the massive demand for funds triggered by last year's San Francisco earthquake has intensified this trend.

You know, Putnam Lake is a shining pearl of Kurdex.

Isaiah looked at Marcus Nkrumah and thought that the Smith brothers together might not be able to defeat this humanoid beast.

The fat black woman's eyes lit up: "Are you telling the truth?"

The numbers are staggering, considering how many large companies have grown by acquiring weaker competitors during tough economic times.

The man rolled his eyes: "Don't you understand? Oh, I forgot, you are a cowboy, and you are not unemployed yet. Do you know that many people are unemployed? The construction of the Apex Weapons Factory did not even hire a local Manpower, do you think they’ll be happy?”

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately called him by his first name and not his surname to show his familiarity: "Look for your second son, Isaiah."

Isaiah coughed dryly, originally intending to raise his pitch, but unconsciously lowered it a bit: "What do you want from me?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Of course, now go and call him out."

Her two children like to get into trouble and hang out on the streets. One is already in jail, and the other is always on the verge of jail.

Even if we destroy this pearl, we can at least let everyone have enough to eat, right? "

Zhao Chuanxin is okay, but Marcus Nkrumah looks like a silverback gorilla.

An ordinary horse can travel 150 kilometers a day, but Mishan can travel four times that amount.

Ning'an knows what is happening but does not know why.

"Yes." He suppressed his anger. "What do you think of the Apex Weapons Factory?"

As an Asian, Zhao Chuanxin could only place second.

"Ah?" Ning An was a little confused and felt that something was wrong: "What does this have to do with unemployment?"

Zhao Chuanxin could even see a hint of complaint on the horse's face.

The man took the cigarette, put it under his nose to smell it, couldn't help but light it, and puffed away happily. As expected, they came to talk: "Since the earthquake in San Francisco last year, many people have begun to lose their jobs.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the horse to the doorman at the door: "Take good care of my horse."

Marcus Nkrumah's well-fitting and neat work clothes, and his majestic horse under his crotch, made him look polished and outstanding among his kind.

After breakfast, he rode Mishan towards New York City.

Let’s talk about Zhao Chuanxin.

"Boss, they are not easy to mess with. The Cotton Nightclub managed by these brothers is famous for the fact that the third child injured a white man and went to jail while protecting the place. It is unlikely that they will do anything for you."

Freddy Pavitt patted his forehead as his hair loss worsened: "What bullshit environmental pollution, that's what it is! I didn't think carefully, thinking that the mayor agreed readily and represented the thoughts of the townspeople. Now that we have found the crux, then So solved!”

In New York, which is located in a maritime climate zone, the temperature in September is not fixed.

It has been sunny for many days, but as we all know, rainfall is high at this time, and if God says it will turn against us, it will turn against us.

As soon as I heard that there was a shortage of manpower, Isaiah knew instinctively that this was not a legal and compliant business.

After entering the city, Marcus Nkrumah on horseback became dazzling, shining like a black light bulb.

Asset prices fell slowly and slightly.

The air was faintly filled with moisture before the storm.

He didn't know how difficult it was for black people at this time, let alone that even white people's unemployment rate was rising.

Everything changes quietly and quietly.

In ten years, the total assets of U.S. financial institutions grew from $91 billion to $210 billion.

Isaiah paused timidly.

But the fat black woman still didn't let down her guard: "Did he cause trouble? It won't bring harm to the family. You should know the rules!"

"Not yet, but if you don't call him out, he will definitely cause trouble for you in the future." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Because I came here to do his brother a favor and find him a job."

……

Quite lively.

There was going to be a conflict that would kill Isaiah.

Two six hundred three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: one one three nine

Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point: "I am short of manpower, and your brother recommended you to me. Do you want to do it?"

Ning An got the answer he wanted and went back to reply to Freddy Pavitt.

Isaiah nodded, took the letter and read it.

But after seeing the size of the two of them, that arrogance was diminished.

On the contrary, Mishan, the bonus given by elastic boots is like riding a moped alone, having fun going uphill and going downhill happily.

Whether in New York or elsewhere, there are very few black people riding horses.

Looking at those malicious glances, Zhao Chuanxin felt his hands itching unbearably, and he missed the scene where the blood flowed into the river.

From 1894 to 1904, the United States made rapid progress on the road to industrialization and even replaced Britain's position.

He was wearing a cheap, wrinkled linen shirt that looked like a rag and came out with his arms swaying. He had a deliberately unruly look on his face and looked at Zhao Chuanxin as if he was looking for trouble.

"Haha, they can't refuse the conditions I offered."

So he was a little unsure: "I'm responsible for food and drink, as long as there's wine and meat."