Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

After finishing his meal, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the corners of his mouth and nodded to Fritz Heinze in a very gentlemanly manner.

He stood up, took out the elf carving knife, drew the thread, and pointed it towards his cousin from a distance.

My cousin's expression was frozen in astonishment.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went out.

He added: "5 feet under 7 inches, 132 pounds."

The clerk had a sharp eye and took one casually like a girl.

The clerk hesitated this time: "The weekly salary is $3.5."

If the army were deployed at all costs and under siege regardless of the cost, the chance of Zhao Chuanxin's death should be more than 90%.

"Record, report, don't care about anything else."

Only top-tier suites have telephones installed.

"I want a high-rise apartment with a top-notch suite."

There was a knock on the chief's office.

Zhao Chuanxin went in with him.

At the same time, he contacted the printing house and printed a batch of leaflets.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the front desk: "I want a top-level suite, high-rise."

The clerk raised his chest, raised his head, and pointed his nostrils into the sky: "You have ambitions but not years. Listen carefully, my skills are second in New York, and no one dares to be first."

"Come in." Francis Collins' majestic voice sounded.

Then I remembered that the gifts from my ancestors, Liu Baogui and Shuangxi, had not yet arrived.

John Rockefeller Jr. was stunned. Zhao Chuanxin just clicked from a distance. The elf carving knife made the drawing thinner than a hair. He didn't see what happened at all.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the stick: "10 heads and body? 14 yards of feet? OK, you can guard James next season."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and struck an axe.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Why don't you follow me to the East and open a tailor shop for you, with a basic monthly salary of 30 US dollars and a certain number of shares."

The deeper the understanding of the war, the less energetic Zhao Chuanxin was as a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "Is it not open to non-white people, or is it closed to the public and only accepts reservations?"

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw that the fabric was in line with the rough and dark colors of this era, but the style was very different from the current Edwardian suits and the popular country suits in the United States. It seemed to be influenced by military uniforms. The upper body had wider shoulders and a narrower waist. Draped suit meaning. The pants are loosely cut and the waistline is raised. Wearing them will really make you feel beautiful.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but "Jade and Jade First" and the strange way of death of my cousin could no longer cause a sensation.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but said: "How much money do you make in a month now?"

Francis Collins pinched his eyebrows and said helplessly: "If you haven't left after hurting someone, then there is no need to doubt that it was Zhao Chuanxin who did it."

Now, he's back down to earth.

The clerk continued to roll his eyes and asked: "Age and body condition."

After settling the account, Zhao Chuanxin took out another sum of money: "Send it to Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown and leave the rest as a tip."

However, after becoming the "Bronze King", he drifted away.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the back of his neck and said, "Say."

Every era has a unique aesthetic, but the mainstream aesthetic does not mean that there are no other styles.

The clerk looked very angry and wanted to fight with others, and his breathing was snorting, as if he was spitting out fire. He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "Then tell me."

Fritz Heinze was also a smart man, otherwise he would not have made the copper industry bigger and stronger.

Zhao Chuanxin did not go home and went to the intersection of 5th Avenue and 55th Street.

Da Luo said: "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you doing?"

He frowned and pushed his cousin: "Everyone has left, you still..."

He has too many gifts to buy, and it is inevitable that he will not think thoroughly and needs to constantly make up for them.

Zhao Chuanxin was so happy that he went over and took off his clothes, only to find an empty holster.

Zhao Chuanxin heard that Da Luo's tone was a bit harsh.

Shop assistant: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the call and heard a familiar voice, it was Da Luo.

How dare this tall and lanky guy fight back.

The blade, which is thinner than a hair, pierces the brain and stirs it up at will, but even blood may not flow out.

But not enthusiastic either.

Talent.

Zhao Chuanxin walked in, and the doorman looked at him curiously: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

The first thing he thought of was a group of snot-nosed children, and he and Miao Cuihua bought them gifts.

"What?" Da Luo paused: "You are making such a fuss, do you think I will send the army to besiege you? The United States does not lack the courage to fight to the death. In the War of Independence, the Civil War, and the Spanish-American War, we have experienced blood and fire. It's a test. I think that although a large army is used to deal with you alone, no one in the world will laugh at the United States."

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How do you know the size? You seem to know the styles of every era well?"

Through the glass of the door, they saw him getting on the carriage and walking away. Only then did everyone dare to speak, and discussions broke out.

"Sir, I have no obligation to tell you this."

The clerk rolled his eyes, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and revealed his gun holster: "Sir, New York is not peaceful. I suggest you be careful what you say. I'm not a human being if I go crazy."

The doorman said, "Please wait a moment, I'll ask the manager."

When Zhao Chuanxin got closer, he remained like this.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

He left behind the meal money and tips, including the money from Zhao Chuanxin's table, and Shi Shiran left.

As a human being, no matter how much money you earn, you still need to know how to be in awe of the unknown.

Zhao Chuanxin is the kind of person who has to work hard when going uphill and be happy when going downhill.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the door was still open and walked in.

This guy can pick out corresponding clothes one by one.

Sister Hua has this talent.

Isn’t the other ancestor just like this?

"..." The clerk just exposed his holster, but refused to take out his gun.

The clerk blushed and said, "I, my gun was left in the changing room. Don't be ungrateful."

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The clerk looked at him and turned his head away.

"Sir, if you want to shop, then shop. If you don't shop, we will close soon."

The clerk became nervous and lifted up the hem of his clothes again.

Zhao Chuanxin let go: "Damn it, you have to force me to do something to this dog that won't let you go. Let me ask you, how are your tailoring skills?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately responded: "I will dare next time."

This was a set of casual clothes made of heavy fabrics, and Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up again.

Nothing could be more fitting for his great ancestor than this piece of clothing.

As a result, my cousin looked up and fell down.

He scratched his head and waved to the clerk not far away.

Zhao Chuanxin guessed that Da Luo was trying to scare him, or was he serious about it?

Zhao Chuanxin does not think he is smarter than Da Luo. Politicians' words are often difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Zhao Chuanxin was so angry at the staff that he felt like laughing instead.

……

Zhao Chuanxin came to the fashion area, looked at the colorful clothes, and couldn't help scratching his head.

The clerk touched it casually: "This suit suits him. It needs to be a three-piece outfit. It is 60s style and modern style. It is a must-have for nostalgic pretenders."