Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

In order not to go around in circles, Zhao Chuanxin went to Xinghui Catering Company from North Tarrytown.

Jean Bourne, the clerk who knew tailoring that Zhao Chuanxin met in the store that day, was sitting in the corner of the reception room with a bruised nose and face, like a doormat.

There are other franchisees who come here to discuss business in the reception room.

Abraham Cohen was chatting animatedly with several staff members and franchisees.

This guy is also a weirdo. Without knowing the details, he dared to come to Zhao to pass on his salary and even went to Asia with him.

Jean Bourne picked up the oversized suitcase on the ground: "I decided to go with you."

However, the building area of ​​the Morgan mansion is larger than the villa in Ethan Manor, almost 2600 square meters.

Damn it, he actually recognizes JP Morgan?

"Oh, I'm convinced of that."

Not long after, JP Morgan came menacingly with his bodyguards and several servants armed with shotguns.

JP Morgan ignored him at all and just stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

The conductor looked at them.

Jean Byrne looked at Abraham Cohen cautiously, and seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him, he followed suit and went out.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next time you dare to stretch out your claws, I will fucking break them off for you!

Go and tell old Morgan that I am here to pay him back on behalf of Nikola Tesla and ask him to come out to greet me. "

Zhao Chuanxin then said to him: "Today is mainly about paying back the money to Nikola Tesla."

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.

Do all foreign countries care about quality?

Will there be discrimination based on quality?

Not long after sitting, Zhao Chuanxin took Jiang Bo out of the car.

The study room is large and there are many chairs in it.

It seems that JP Morgan often meets with many guests here at the same time.

The luxury here made him gasp.

Old Morgan might be too old to see Zhao Chuanxin clearly from such a distance.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

JP Morgan's face darkened: "Why don't you put your gun away quickly? Come back here."

Jiang Bo coughed and whispered: "You still call me a bitch?"

JP Morgan quickly added: "Want the best."

The windows are all made of glazed glass, the walls have signs of repairs, and the pillars can be seen to have been painted repeatedly.

This is the top rich man in the United States, an old guy who would shock even Wall Street when he stomps his feet.

"Here are two tickets for the front row of the carriage." Zhao Chuanxin slapped the money on the table.

Formalism is not necessary, making money is the most important thing.

When the tram came, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the front seat on the tram was still empty, so he squeezed a white man next to him and got on the tram with long legs, muttering: "Why the hell are you squeezing? Hurry up." Are you going to reincarnate?"

Zhao Chuanxin sat down unceremoniously and said to the butler: "Go get the cigar and bring me a cup of jasmine tea. If you don't have it, black tea."

JP Morgan introduced them all the way and took them to the study.

"Yes."

They are armed with live ammunition.

The villa in Yisen Manor is very modern, the style that Zhao Chuanxin likes.

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance and walked straight towards the door.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith decided to make a lot of money in one year and upgrade the company next year. By then, the market will become involution, and whether they can survive will be left to fate.

It seems that old Morgan is quite prestigious.

Zhao Chuanxin must not be given the opportunity to massacre the Morgan mansion.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking too much? I'm not here to occupy your fucking position. Get behind me."

Morgan House, 219 Madison Avenue, Manhattan.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips and said, "You're just a bully when it comes to feelings, right?"

When I meet someone who is obviously rich and powerful, I immediately become intimidated.

This guy was very timid, but seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was mainly a guest, he also sat down imitating him, and deliberately crossed his legs.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Well, you saw it today."

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate to offend others just to gain a position for him, which was quite touching.

"Give me the box." Zhao Chuanxin reached out to Jean Bourne.

"..." JP Morgan opened his mouth but said nothing.

It's not broken, just twisted.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to push Zhao Chuanxin's chest.

JP Morgan had heard this from the bodyguard before, but when he found out that it was Zhao who passed down the salary, he wondered, "Does Mr. Zhao have a relationship with him?"

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin seemed to have seen this arrangement somewhere. If two lovers were sitting, their front faces would be staggered, and then they could kiss each other sideways.

Jiang Bo: "..."

Many people think quality is very important in foreign countries.

Jean Bourne was surprised: "Where did you hide my luggage?"

Jiang Bo entered the mansion for the first time, and Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. Everything she saw was strange.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.

The butler bowed and left.

Jiang Bo, who was behind Zhao Chuanxin, had a stiff expression on his face and couldn't help but take two steps back, ready to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't waste any time and walked outside first.

The Morgan Mansion is similar to some old houses in China. It is antique and has many inconspicuous details, such as an owl carved on the small arched window.

When Jean Bourne saw Zhao Chuanxin, he stood up aggrievedly: "They beat me..."

The house is in retro style, with red walls and black tiles, and three floors.

Why don't you want to live anymore?

The bodyguard couldn't believe it.

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When Zhao Chuanxin came to the company, Abraham Cohen wanted to leave the franchisees to welcome Zhao Chuanxin, but he waved his hand to stop him.

He shrugged: "It's all up to you. But where did you put my box? It contains all my belongings. I will rely on these belongings to make a comeback."

Jiang Bo was stunned and blurted out: "Isn't this JP Morgan?"

"Oh, he is actually my half-brother."

Because Zhao Chuanxin said that the monopoly can only last for one year at most. After this year, the door will be opened.

The conductor's expression changed drastically: "No, no, it's for sale."

"Damn it, let me tell you to be mean." Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him face.

Entering the villa, carpets, curtains, wallpapers, frame carvings, wooden reliefs, all details are exquisite.

Jean Byrne.

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "What are you? Believe it or not, I will go to Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to beat you to death? How dare you discriminate against Chinese people?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the bodyguard's arm, but he didn't see how hard he was. The bodyguard dwarfed and his arm made a "Gahba" sound.

Jiang Bo stood next to Zhao Chuanxin and said speechlessly: "Thank you for taking up your seat for me. Now you can give it to me."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether he is a bitch or not depends on his strength. If he dares not to sell me a ticket because I am Chinese, I will let him die here today instead of exposing his empty holster to scare people."