Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Returned to North Tarrytown.

Jiang Bo felt a little disappointed when he saw that he had actually left New York City and headed towards the backcountry.

It seems that Zhao Chuanxin did not lie, and the 30,000 US dollars may have been obtained by selling iron and steel.

At least, in terms of financial resources, Zhao Chuanxian should not be at the level of old Morgan.

However, when the carriage just passed North Tarrytown and continued to move towards the desolate area, Jiang Bo finally couldn't help but asked: "Are we going to sleep in the wilderness?"

Zhao Chuanxin half-closed his eyes to rest and paid no attention to this nonsense.

Finally, the carriage arrived at Ethan Manor.

The overall scale of Ethan Manor is much grander than that of Morgan Mansion. The decoration inside looks very fashionable and has a refreshing feeling.

Jiang Bo opened his mouth in astonishment: "Whose home is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes: "Mine."

As he said that, he took out the money and threw it to the driver: "A tip for you."

The driver hurriedly said: "No sir, Mr. Morgan will pay my salary."

Zhao Chuanxin left without looking back.

The coachman looked at it and was dumbfounded: Good guy, ten cents, how about sending the beggar away?

Zhao Chuanxin saw Nikola Tesla sitting by the garden, chatting with Benjamin Goldberg.

The two danced and talked with each other.

The old monk sitting beside him seemed to be in trance, as if he was listening to an expert debating scriptures.

Jiang Bo was surprised and said: "Hey, that dog is very understanding of human nature."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back: "I think you are quite humane."

"..."

What the two men were arguing about seemed to be whether the ether existed.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Nicholas, first of all, we are not sure whether the aether exists, right? Then if you use this as a theory to build that kind of aircraft, you are doomed to fail."

Nikola Tesla was unconvinced: "Without recognizing the existence of aether and the indispensable role it plays in the world of phenomena, all attempts to explain the workings of the universe are useless. See, I'm perfecting it in my mind The details of it, as long as the funds are sufficient, I will make it available in a short time.”

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted them: "Nicola, I have solved the problem of Wardenclyffe Tower and your debt is gone. Do you want to stay in New York or go to China with me?"

Nikola Tesla said angrily: "I want to stay in New York now. I want to prove the existence of ether. I want to build an anti-gravity aircraft and let your apprentice know that he is wrong."

Benjamin Goldberg curled his lips disdainfully.

Zhao Chuanxin was willing to give up money, but he was reluctant to part with his Thor's hammer.

I would like to come back, but if Nikola Tesla really invents the "mobile phone", it will be of greater significance to the next era.

He said: "I will leave tomorrow. Do you really not want to consider going with me?"

Nicola Sterling hesitated: "I need a lot of experimental equipment, which is not available in backward Asia."

"It can be shipped."

"But, what about electricity? What about the laboratory? You have to prepare these for me so that I can start my work, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it too.

If this person's head is left idle for three or two years, it will be a huge waste.

But he had to say something ugly beforehand: "Nicholas, I will assign bodyguards to you, not only to protect you, but also to protect your experimental results. Don't leak them, let alone register a patent. I don't need to earn patent fees. Do you understand?"

Nicola Sterling was helpless: "I know."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the manor again: "If you are tired and want to rest, you can come here and there will always be a room reserved for you."

Benjamin Goldberg shrugged: "Nicholas, it's your loss if you don't follow my master. With my master sitting here, our ideas can quickly become reality. We are born with limits, and for you and me, Time is precious to people.”

Nicholas Stella vowed: "Don't worry about this, I will live to be one hundred and fifty years old."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Scientists are good, they can brag as much as they want."

He knew that this man lived to be 86 years old.

It’s considered an advanced age, but it’s still far from 150 years old.

On the other hand, Zhao Chuanxin should have no problem living to 150 years old.

Nikola Tesla said: "I will live to be 150 years old. Just watch. When I am 80 years old, I will still be full of energy."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Yes, I believe this."

Historically, Nikola Tesla was still energetic even at the age of 80.

Zhao Chuanxin's reaction to his bold words did not satisfy Nikola Tesla.

He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: "On the contrary, if you eat too much and indulge in excessive sexual activities, your lifespan will continue to decrease. Be careful that you will become weak and weak when you are old..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up to the sky and sighed: "The saddest thing in life is that money is gone while people are still alive. You are lucky to have met me, so you will not be poor."

Jiang Bo's eyes lit up: "This is a great thing to say!

You also need to raise a son to protect yourself from old age. "

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Raising children does not prevent old age, only having money can prevent old age!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin thought of Kang Youwei. Most of the capital he had accumulated for many years through deception and abduction was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

Leave some foundation for him, wait for this business wizard to make a comeback, and then cut him a wave of leeks while he can still make money. It feels very beautiful just thinking about it.

at night.

Miao Cuihua saw Zhao Chuanxin bringing a sand table back to the bedroom.

Wearing an empty nightgown, she put her hair up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Have you ever heard of Bixian?"

"No." Miao Cuihua shook her head.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the paper pig, took it apart, and then folded out a quill according to the method taught to him by Henry Sturgess Morgan.

The pages of the "Demonic Codex" are very interesting, and "deduction" must be used in order for it to function as it should.

Zhao Chuanxin held the holder of the folded quill pen and touched the tip of the pen to the sand table.

He said: "Xingyue, can you write now?"

The pen tip is swinging sideways, as if shaking its head.

Miao Cuihua rested her chin on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and watched with surprise on her face.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I remember you could write before. Then can you draw?"

Maybe some weirdo has cut off the expressive function of Xingyue.

Xingyue manipulated the folded quill, drew a dragon and snake on the sand table, and quickly drew a stick figure.

Then quickly erase it and draw a second stick figure.

The two stick figures' heads moved up and down as if they were nodding, and the answer was yes.

But looking at the stick figure, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

"Does the Devil's Code have anything to do with you?"

The stickman nodded.

"what is the relationship?"

First there is the stick figure, with a boxy shape next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Xingyue erased both.

Then turned into a stickman.