Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin exited the door and looked at the father and daughter in the house holding each other's arms and crying.

Abraham Cohen scratched his head: "Mr. Chen, I am a little confused. If Margaret was frightened because she witnessed the assassination of her factory employer a few years ago. Then, does the devil exist? If not , but it was clear that you had successfully exorcised the demon just now..."

He is a pretender and has never seen real supernatural power.

But what he saw and heard today overturned his understanding.

Arthur Gompers said to himself: Good guy, the topic switch is in your hands, you can turn it off as you say, right?

Marcus Nkrumah developed a habit. After the meal was served to him, he subconsciously held the plate and wanted to leave.

"Oh."

It turned out that I was just helping to find someone.

One big and one small, they understand each other tacitly.

Not only does he know some people, from the political circles to the lower-level workers, and there are various capitalist employers in between, his position is now more like a broker, not just serving the lower-level workers.

"Mr. Chen, don't you think so?"

Just as he was about to speak, Margaret Gompers whispered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear: "Sir, he is lying."

Arthur Gompers is a very emotional person. He blushed and said, "I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion."

"Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller, do you know who they are? Do you know the methods they used to accumulate wealth?"

He speculated that Margaret Gompers' abilities were mostly due to the psychological trauma in her childhood, and that the psychiatrist only opened a certain window in her.

"Who?"

"Shit! He can be forgiven for all the dirty things he did because of his feelings, but others are unforgivable for taking advantage of others, right? They're all in the same boat."

"What are you doing with this detective?" But he still asked more.

"Oh, okay Mrs. Gompers, remember not to boil the tea, use boiling water."

Margaret Gompers shook her head slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin became interested and winked at Margaret Gompers.

As far as Zhao Chuanxin knew, there were already people who knew how to hypnotize, but no one was studying micro-expressions.

Although this little girl is skinny, she is fair and fair. If she had been fatter, she could still be called a porcelain doll.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

He was about to retort, but remembering what Zhao Chuanxin said before, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

This little girl has some skills!

He asked in a low voice: "If you don't want to tell us, who did you learn this from?"

The thoughts that Arthur Gompers had been indoctrinated by his father for a long time were not easily shaken.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Haha."

It's not a big deal, I guess.

Arthur Gompers was displeased.

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of the time when Margaret Gompers recounted the scene of hell in Dante's "Divine Comedy". The people outside the door seemed to be hypnotized.

"Yes!" Arthur Gompers seemed to have found a confidant: "As my father said, there are two types of investments. Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller are honest investments, while Jay Gu It was dishonest investing by the likes of Ed and Edward Henry Harriman, terrible people."

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Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, prepare more, there are all big eaters here!"

Huh?

After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, his eyes widened: "Abraham, you are lying to me!"

Abraham Cohen was very naughty: "They should give my cousin face."

Abraham Cohen interjected: "I have heard a joke. When Rockefeller was doing charity, the poor did not accept his funding because they thought his money was dirty."

Arthur Gompers was speechless.

I... this is a humanoid lie detector!

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take out a candy ball from the secret realm and handed it to Margaret Gompers under the table.

Arthur Gompers breathed a sigh of relief.

Westerners are not completely ignorant of politeness.

She looks completely normal now.

What do you mean?

Don't agree with his father's point of view?

Zhao Chuanxin stopped him and said, "You can have it on the table today."

This guy had various ways of making a living, including performing exorcisms like a wizard, working as a coolie, selling fruit, and once even swindled a sum of money by posing as a financial broker on Wall Street.

Arthur Gompers quickly shook his head: "Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't help. There really isn't that much work now, and I am also powerless! Unless my father speaks, but my father will not make a promise easily."

He doesn't care about the lives of the poor Americans, but he cares about his own pocketbook.

Margaret Gompers took the initiative to answer his questions: "I can see through other people's hearts through their expressions!"

"This..." Arthur Gompers frowned: "They invest in industry, are down-to-earth, and increase jobs. Of course I know that!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "You still dare to lie to me? Tell the truth!"

The Redemption Scepter rotated between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, turning out the afterimage.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Arthur Gompers: "You work at the Federation of Labor, so you must have a wide network of contacts, right?"

"Ha, haha, let's not try..." Abraham Cohen laughed dryly.

"A New York police detective named Charles Baker helped me find out where he was hiding."

"It's okay. I want to teach him what silence is golden."

In Ethan Manor, servants were not allowed to serve the table.

Arthur Gompers untied the rope from his daughter's wrists and led her out.

Coughed a few times.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: three five

It only took less than an hour for Zhao Chuanxin to remove the root cause of her disease. This was simply a miracle!

"That won't work, I still have things to do." Zhao Chuanxin flatly refused to be the nanny, and then he said to Abraham Cohen: "You can summon the people from your Jewish gang tomorrow, is that okay?"

But his body was covered in bruises and bruises, and the marks on his wrists looked more like they had been abused. They were too horrible to look at.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the servant starting to serve the food, he interrupted him: "Just find someone, let's eat first, no gossip!"

The highest level of deceiving is to first convince yourself to believe it.

Arthur Gompers' haggard face showed a hint of pride: "I do recognize some people."

In fact, this is a polite statement.

Arthur Gompers could only give her a wink.

He said calmly: "I don't know if the devil exists. But I am serious about my salvation! Do you want to try it?"

He suddenly took hold of it and pulled out the elf carving knife. His wrist shook violently, the blade changed, and sawdust flew.

Abraham Cohen lamented: "Times have changed. People used to be pragmatic, but now people only know how to be opportunistic."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the portrait of Zhong Kui that was rapidly taking shape on the door frame, and was very satisfied with the progress of his knife skills.

Abraham Cohen looked hesitant: "Sir, although my cousin is very impressive on the street, I am just a marginalized role. I'm afraid I won't be able to recruit a few people."