Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith looked at each other and then left happily.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

He's quite a big man and quite frizzy.

Margaret Gompers said: "Chen, I think they are planning something."

Ok?

This little girl always means what she says.

Margaret Gompers was a little nervous.

Counting the numbers on his fingers, Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded - where is my padded recliner?

The eyes of Abraham Cohen, Big Smith and others suddenly became sharp.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, he put away the God of War M1907, tested it, and finally put the ring on his little finger.

He was in low spirits: "Okay, let's do it. Abraham, Big Smith, you two go rent a front office first, and we will set up the dining car group office. Build a workshop, find craftsmen who modify the carriage, and leave these things to you. Let’s do it.”

"God bless you, child!"

To his surprise, the bartender laughed and said, "Young man, you really like me. That son of a bitch, Grandma Dorrance, was probably scared by those workers and didn't dare to come."

The ring is oxidized and has many scuffs and scratches.

However, Zhao Chuanxin used the most incredible method to easily find out where Grandma Dorrance lived.

Engraved on the ring is a Hebrew verse from the Talmud: When you save one life, you save the entire world!

Not exquisite, but very flavorful.

The bald and rosacea-stained boss originally had a straight face, but he raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Well done, man, the whole Ireland likes you."

He decided to continue to be the hands-off shopkeeper just like he did in China.

They also sat down and drank beer in peace.

Thinking of the relaxed and leisurely life outside the customs, Zhao Chuanxin missed the lazy sunshine in the afternoon through the floor-to-ceiling windows at home.

The heart of Abraham Cohen on the side was almost taken out by him.

So he said to Li Xiling: "Go back and tell Brother Situ that we can cooperate in the food truck business. Put the Charles Baker matter aside for the time being."

At this time, in Manhattan, if you look at it from a high altitude, the green areas are the slums, and vice versa are the bustling areas.

The stall is quite large and seems to be full of people, but in fact it has not produced any gratifying results, except for a prototype gun of the God of War M1907.

"Boss, this is where the workers and the Dorrance Gang fought. This is the bar where Charles Baker last appeared."

Everything that can fit in a pocket has been stuffed into a pocket.

The United States is a country of immigrants with many races.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed open the door and entered.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin personally led the team, which was divided into three groups and marched towards the Irish activity areas in the Lower East Side, XC District and Harlem District.

Zhao Chuanxin hid behind a few people, so that if someone shot from inside the house, he would have someone to back him up.

After leaving the door, Abraham Cohen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Boss, this is really unexpected."

There were also some scattered things placed on the table in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

This is heavier than a contract written in black and white.

Although it was morning, there were actually many Irish people sitting here drinking.

Don't you know how to be more tactful when asking people?

If so, would the bartender still tell you?

Margaret Gompers worriedly said to Zhao Chuanxin: "My father...he is drunk!"

By this time, most of the flowers were gone, and he didn't know where he got them.

It turns out that it is so easy to eliminate hostility.

Although he claims to be a professional mage, he is actually a Xibei guy. If he can pinch him, it is nonsense. In the huge city of New York, there is no way to find the two people who are hiding in XZ.

He had reason to be jealous.

Li Xiling, who was sent to assist in boxing, led the Anliang Tang disciples to XC District; the Smith brothers went to Harlem; Zhao Chuanxin took Abraham Cohen and others to the Lower East Side.

The Irish love wine and have a hot temper.

"I heard word that Grandma Dorrance was in hiding," Big Smith said.

"Oh yeah, early Christmas!"

Abraham Cohen was very positive: "Boss, it's up to me. The office will be implemented the day after tomorrow at the latest. Let's wait for our good news!"

"He was beaten by a worker?" Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be surprised: "Well beaten, if others don't beat him, I will do it too!"

Everyone will report the results of the battle. It cannot be said that it was in vain, it can only be said that there is no achievement.

Next came Big Smith, who handed Zhao Chuanxin a brooch set with a sapphire the size of a grain of rice: "Boss, this is dedicated to you."

Abraham Cohen is a drunkard.

It has a not-so-popular name - Food Truck Group!

……

But Grandma Dorrance, with the help of Charles Baker, spread her tentacles all over the Lower East Side, XC and Harlem.

Everyone returned in vain.

Another Jew inserted a rose flower into the eye of Zhao Chuanxin's suit.

As he spoke, he photographed a copper medal with the words "1897-1901" and "Labor Federation Memorial" in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

There was only a faint sound of "crackling" glass breaking. Abraham Cohen went in quickly and came out even faster.

But the Irish are not used to that bad habit.

Fortunately, telephones were not widely available at this time, otherwise it would be quite troublesome for someone to call the police.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: What does this mean?

Margaret Gompers next to him pushed him and whispered: "I think you should put it on now."

The Lower East Side was a haunt of the Dorrance Gang.

After eating three ounces of yellow soup, people die and birds look up to the sky.

He was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. When he arrived near Grandma Dorrance's house, he kept observing ambush points on the way.

Abraham Cohen: "..."

Only Zhao Chuanxin came to the bar and sat on a high chair like no one else was around: "Boss, except for me, give everyone here a glass of beer."

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Big Smith said coldly: "I hope you will remember what you did today!"

One of the drinkers shouted: "The house at the end of McDougal Street is Grandma Dorrance's house. Go ahead. I'm waiting for the good news that you have been taken care of."

Abraham Cohen and others were a little nervous, ready to get into a hard fight at any time.

But what made him even more stunned was that there was a sound of "boos" in the bar.

For example, the Chinese are usually active on Mott Street, Bowery Street and Chinatown Avenue.

In the bar, he prepared for a fight several times.

"Boss, this is dedicated to you."

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin put on the ring, Abraham Cohen's face showed several intertwined expressions of relief, seriousness, and happiness.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that a neighbor had already opened the curtains and looked over.

Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin sighed secretly.

Everything that can be worn has been put on.

I think he is a happy and carefree person like a god, but recently he has been tied up by various things.