Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to find an excuse to excuse him.

But seeing the hope on Fritz Heinze's face, he changed his mind: "Okay, where to go?"

“Delmonico’s restaurant, they have good Italian food and French pastries.”

More than good.

The white-collar worker's jealous eyes turned blue.

Located on Beaver Street in Lower Manhattan, Delmonico's is one of New York's most upscale restaurants.

A casual meal can consume an average worker's month's salary.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "How much does that cost? I'm a good eater. Rebecca often complains that I eat too much and earn too little. We can just find a place with large portions and affordable prices."

Fritz Heinze said proudly: "In the future, the whole of New York will be my capital pool, on an equal footing with Rockefeller and Morgan. What's a homely meal? Only Del Monte can do this for a woman like Rebecca." Only Nico’s restaurant can match her beauty!”

Listening to the fat white guy showing off - haha, are the chicken feet exposed?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "That's good."

night.

Delmonico's Restaurant.

Fritz Heinze anxiously took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

This was the third time he looked at his watch.

The waiter asked: "Sir, do you want to serve food?"

"Are you in a hurry? Didn't you notice that my guests haven't arrived yet?"

The waiter was ashamed: "Sir, do you need to open the red wine to sober it up first?"

"Open it."

At this time, the restaurant door was pushed open.

When Fritz Heinze saw Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and his heart became hot.

But when Zhao passed through the door, Fritz Heinze didn't see Rebecca Levi following him.

Fritz Heinze scratched his head.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the fat white man who exuded the aura of a king and tyrannical figure in the crowd, and he walked slowly.

Fritz Heinze's eyes widened: "Where's Rebecca?"

Unbuttoning his blouse, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Oh, when I think about it, such a high-end place is not for women to come to. It will also embarrass me if I come. Do you know that she doesn't understand any rules? How presumptuous." "

I boil!

She doesn’t understand anything, but you are the only one who understands, right?

You thought I was fucking inviting you to dinner, right?

Fritz Heinze was furious!

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of concern: "Eh? You look so ugly. Could it be that you have caught the wind and cold? It's not many days, and I'm afraid it will cool down and rain again, so be sure to put on more clothes. Rebecca also wants to come. You know what you're seeing, and you got scolded by me. I said you shouldn't eat dog meat for a banquet, so just go and cool down and have a rest..."

Fritz Heinze grew more and more angry as he listened.

Dog meat doesn’t go to the banquet, right?

Okay, okay, so neat, right?

At this time, the waiter turned around and said: "Sir, since the guests have arrived, I will immediately notify the kitchen to serve the meal."

"and many more!"

Zhao Chuanxin and Fritz Heinze shouted in unison.

The waiter stopped in confusion.

Without waiting for Fritz Heinze to say anything, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the menu first: "Lamb chops, give me six. Two steaks, ten croissants, and seafood... Why are you looking at me like this?" ? Bah, this friend of mine is treating me to a treat, do you know who he is? Don’t think that he is chubby and that he is a loser. He is very rich, richer than everyone here, do you know that? A dog looks down on others. "

Fritz Heinze almost spat out blood.

The waiter scratched his head and waited for Zhao Chuanxin to finish at one o'clock, then he immediately took paper, pen and menu and left as if running away.

Fritz Heinze thought of Zhao Chuanxin's words: I am good at eating, just find a place with large quantities and affordable prices.

It seems that he really didn't lie.

Damn it, isn’t it nonsense to treat a man to dinner, come to such an expensive restaurant, and order like this?

Fritz Heinze was on the verge of tears.

Zhao Chuanxin plugged the cork of the red wine bottle and put it into his pocket: "Why are you drinking this? It's flashy. Today is just for dinner!"

Fritz Heinze: "..."

The overwhelming anger could only turn into a sigh in the end: "Waiter, open another bottle of Lafite. I must not return home drunk today..."

What else could he do?

Could it be that Zhao Chuanxin was forced to drag his wife here now?

Let Zhao Chuanxian take out the Lafite from his pocket again?

You can’t afford to lose that person, you know?

When the food came, Zhao Chuanxin extended his hand: "Eat, you're welcome, we are not outsiders."

Fritz Heinze was silent.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about you. Although he is not used to using knives and forks, his coordination ability is very strong and he can use it more smoothly than others.

The wind is blowing, the sky and the earth are changing colors, and there is a rumble in the air.

This is a silent dinner party.

After Zhao Chuanxin was full, he wiped the corners of his mouth and patted his stomach: "Well, it is indeed the most upscale restaurant in New York. Thank you Ang."

boom!

Fritz Heinze slammed the goblet onto the table so hard that it shattered had it not been cushioned by the tablecloth.

With a dark face, he waved to the waiter to settle the bill.

"Sir, the total is one hundred and twenty-six dollars."

Including tip, the cost is $150.

Good guy, one meal almost emptied his wallet.

The workers' wages for two months of hard work were all eaten up by Zhao Chuanxin in one meal.

I really didn’t expect that Zhao Chuanxin would spend so much money on meals!

Now I have spent 650 US dollars on Zhao Chuanxin, but I haven't gotten any profit yet.

Now Fritz Heinze felt trapped.

People who wander around finance usually don't care about consumption, but they care about whether their IQ can stand the test.

Like Jesse Livermore, he usually bets just to prove that he is right, not just for money.

After leaving the restaurant, Fritz Heinze didn't even say hello and got directly into his carriage.

Zhao Chuanxin was very warm-hearted: "Goodbye, Fritz, see you tomorrow."

boom!

The car door slammed shut.

Fritz Heinze wanted to tell him not to come to work.

But he has already spent 650 US dollars, and he wants to make the 650 US dollars worth it!

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxian must be allowed to continue going to work.

From this day on, Zhao Chuanxin had an iron-clad ally in Fritz Heinze's company.

Every day, Zhao Chuanxin obtained information from the white-collar worker to prevent changes.

Fortunately, Fritz Heinze's plan has not changed.

……

JP Morgan attends the Episcopal Conference in Richmond, Virginia.

But he received telegrams from all over the country every day, with the most information from New York.

Sunday evening, October 1907, 10.

JP Morgan's secretary showed him the latest telegram.

"Sir, the news today is very interesting. Several Wall Street white-collar workers claimed to have seen Jesse Livermore, the 'Wall Street Bear', going to Thomas W. Lawson's office. They were probably involved. "