Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Samuel Goldberg's eyes went straight, and after a while he smiled and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You are scolding me."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "It seems you are not drunk yet, and you still know the difference between good and bad words."

"who are you?"

"I am your son's master. Once a master, he is always a father, so you can call me - father."

"Father?"

"Hey, what a big boy." Zhao Chuanxin patted his head.

The bartender laughed.

Samuel Goldberg slapped Zhao Chuanxin's hand away: "You are Ethan, you piece of shit, I recognize you."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "So, do you want to get drunk without getting drunk, or are you just pretending to be a coward with me?"

"I..." Samuel Goldberg was speechless.

The bartender held a match in his mouth and said, "He has been drinking here for a week. I heard that the company where this big banker worked went bankrupt, and he lost everything."

Samuel Goldberg was furious: "What do you know, you know nothing, I... wu wu..."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the back of the head: "Cry a lot, you are so busy!"

A slap stopped the crying.

This slap can be said to be a magic tool to stop crying.

Samuel Goldberg beat his chest and said, "I should have listened to you a long time ago. I was too self-righteous."

Zhao Chuanxin persuaded him three times.

There are no more than three things.

Samuel Goldberg finally stumbled.

I thought Zhao Chuanxian was a financial idiot, but it turned out that he was the clown.

The bartender, Zhao Chuanxin, ordered a sarsaparilla drink, which tasted a little like Sprite.

Then he said calmly: "You don't have to worry about losing money, being in debt, or having a slump in your career. Because you still have three unique skills that you haven't used yet."

What others tried to persuade him was all empty nonsense, such as "the future will be better" and "bad luck will always disappear".

Only Zhao Chuanxin said with certainty that he still had a unique skill. Samuel Goldberg's hazy eyes suddenly lit up with hope, as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw: "Ethan, tell me quickly. What other special skills can I use?"

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was the master. While others suffered losses due to the stock market crash, Zhao Chuanxin made huge profits.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of his drink and said, "Slap on the thigh, act as an afterthought, and work hard blindly. As long as you use these three unique skills, I guarantee you will stretch your hips even more than you do now."

Samuel Goldberg squirts out a mouthful of wine.

He coughed violently: "Ethan, you beast, you are not a human being..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear and said to the bartender: "Give me some ice. Where does your ice come from?"

The bartender said, "It's Ice King Charles who makes the ice."

The sarsaparilla drink with ice tasted better, and Zhao Chuanxin drank it in one gulp.

Then he stood up and stretched out his hand to drag Samuel Goldberg, who was cursing endlessly: "Let's go."

"Don't pull me, I won't leave, I will fight until dawn."

"Jue Ni Ma Jue." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that, he picked him up like a chicken with one hand.

The bartender said, "The bill hasn't been paid yet."

Zhao Chuanxin casually took out the banknotes and threw them on the bar: "The rest will be used as tips."

The bartender watched the two people go away, shook his head, spit out the rotten matches, picked up the bills and counted them: "Hey, don't run, there are still 10 cents left, and a tip..."

Zhao Chuanxin dragged Samuel Goldberg out and said to Rachel Kervis: "You ride the horse and I'll help him sober up."

"I won't."

"Get on your horse, and Mishan will leave on his own."

Samuel Goldberg cursed: "Damn, why are you dragging me?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out a towel and water, moistened it, and handed it to Rachel Kervis: "Cover your mouth and nose."

She did as she was told.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter, dropped a drop of smelly liquid from the faucet on a rag, and used the rag to block Samuel Goldberg's mouth and nose.

And said, “Remember, this is what wine tastes like.”

Rachel Kervis saw her husband's eyes widening as he hurriedly grabbed the rag.

But how strong Zhao Chuanxin was, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be of no avail.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin estimated that he had reached his limit and let go.

"Ugh...wow..."

Samuel Goldberg starts splattering with a mouth and nose like a shower head.

Zhao Chuanxin and Rachel Kervis hid far away.

As long as the wine has not yet melted into his veins, he emptied it.

Samuel Goldberg barely managed to choke to death.

He knelt on the ground in pain, coughing loudly and sniffing.

Then came the second round, and the third round, and it didn't end until the bitter water was vomited out.

Zhao Chuanxin was far away and said calmly: "I hope you can have a long memory. When you drink again, you can think of this taste."

Samuel Goldberg swears he'll never drink again...

It fucking stinks.

He staggered up and looked at Zhao Chuanxin and his wife in confusion.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Mi Shan a wink. The old horse knew the way, and Mi Shan walked back bumpily.

Samuel Goldberg, a bone-shattering man, followed behind him in despair.

Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with Rachel Kervis, and from time to time his wife's cheerful laughter could be heard, which made Samuel Goldberg feel like he was carrying a smile on his back.

Especially when he discovered that his wife came out wearing home clothes.

I felt even worse.

"Ahem..." Samuel Goldberg wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a shy face, "Ethan, when did you come back?"

"Oh? Let me think about it." Zhao Chuanxin made a "√" sign on his chin: "It must have been a few hours. Ever since I went to see Rachel, I have had a really happy day today. It's really wonderful."

Samuel Goldberg looked at him in disbelief, his anger rising: "You, you, what have you done?"

"It's really a lot of things, and the process is very complicated, so I won't go into it. Anyway, there is a lot of water, wet and slippery. There is a very elastic thing, round, I grabbed it, and it feels good. Haha , thinking of this, I can’t help but be dissatisfied with my own skills, I can dribble the ball like flying, really..."

He didn't lie at all. He went into the Hudson River to fish for a ball. Of course it was wet and slippery, and he caught the ball back. There was nothing wrong with what he described.

But Samuel Goldberg's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Rachel Kervis burst out laughing.

Seeing his wife's smiling face, Samuel Goldberg felt the colors above his head changing back and forth.

My son is running around outside all day long, and he is almost a grown-up son.

My wife is also now...

Samuel Goldberg was filled with anger and fear, and raised his fist: "I'll fight you!"

Zhao Chuanxin had his hands behind his back. When the light fist came, he just turned slightly sideways and easily dodged it. Instead, Samuel Goldberg almost fell down.

"If you think about it, you still don't know that your son has made a lot of money and has already plugged up the hole where you were losing money."