Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Claris certainly didn't know how much money Huertas had embezzled.

She probably guessed: "Originally, Huertas was the garrison commander of Colombia. After defecting to Colombia and joining Panama, the wealth in his hand will only be more. In addition to paying Panama $25 every year, I heard that there are additional One hundred thousand was divided between Manuel Amado and Uertas. In the beginning, the 50 francs given by the United States for the uprising were not spent... In the past few years, at least a few dozen Ten thousand francs, perhaps more."

Americans, especially Wall Streeters, think that Zhao Chuanxin is rich and a new billionaire.

That is already the financial resources possessed by the top families in the United States.

But no one knew that Zhao Chuanxian spent the money on various investments, and the last money was left to Nikola Tesla’s laboratory.

Before leaving, after doing various shopping and leaving a sum of operating funds to the manor, Zhao Chuanxin had very little left in his pocket.

Clarisse was a little desperate just now, but now he is optimistic: "It would be great if I could light a fire and dry the clothes."

"What's so hard about that?"

Zhao Chuanxin now had a charcoal stove in his hand.

Claris looked at it in confusion, wondering how the charcoal stove could be made out of nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, poured kerosene on it and lit the charcoal stove.

"In Panama City, it rained for 11 days out of November 30, which could cause a huge flood that would submerge all the houses on both sides of the canal," Cleris said.

This is actually a legend that has a long history since the canal was dug.

The legend has become more and more intense, and many residents have moved away from both sides of the canal.

There was also a novel in later generations, in which many legends about the Panama Canal Flood were fabricated.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the flood, so why did he care about the monstrous weather?

Clarisse opened the oil paper bag he had brought with him when he left, and took out a dry skirt, as well as a new set of embroidered long shirt and shorts.

The latter was prepared for Zhao Chuanxin.

The style is loose, but a bit narrow at the shoulders.

Clarisse didn't even shy away from Zhao Chuanxin. He just turned his back and took off his original skirt. He wiped his body in front of Zhao Chuanxin before putting on the skirt.

No wonder Huertas fell in love with Claris. This woman's body was so amazing that she could be a model in future generations.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a critical eye, his eyes fixed and his face very serious.

"Does it look good?" Claris suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "I didn't look. I was staring at the fire. Look at the fire. It's big and round. I really want to take a photo, but I'm afraid it will burn my hands."

Clarisse sneered: "How do you know it's hot if you don't take pictures?"

Snapped……

Captain Zhao never tolerates others.

Claris couldn't stop laughing: You're so awesome.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and said, "My hands are two doors, but I have a more powerful weapon that I keep secret."

Claris had large eyes and clear eyebrows, a characteristic of Panamanian women.

She blinked her eyes: "A long time ago, there was only daytime on this land. People hunted birds, played, and fished. They were very tired, but they couldn't rest without night. So they found the Ball of Night. But the night shrouded it, and it was gone. They couldn't work during the day. So they figured out a way to hide the ball of night under caves and rocks, so day and night alternated..."

This is a myth and legend passed down from there when Panama joined the Colombian Union.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment: "Are you trying to explain that people need to reconcile yin and yang? I'm good at this."

"No." Clarisse couldn't help laughing: "I just want to say, I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while."

"..."

Clarisse waved: "Come here, let's rest together for a while."

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart, if you want to do something, just say it. Why use rest as an excuse?

Although I will resist, it will not be violent.

Zhao Chuanxin went over and sat down. Clarisse stood side by side with him, leaning against the wall of the passage and closing his eyes.

Within a minute, my breathing became even and I really fell asleep.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

These silly bitches are really tigers.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin also felt relaxed. Listening to the sound of the pouring rain outside, he fell asleep soon after.

……

New York, USA.

American Art Institute Exhibition.

Hamilton Fish is one of the most acclaimed landscape painters alive today.

Today's art exhibitions include not only American art exhibitions, but also art exhibitions from all over the world.

Artists who want to make a name for themselves put their works on display.

Naturally, Hamilton Fish cannot be missed.

He glanced at the paintings on the wall one by one and found them boring.

Until he came to a painting that looked like a sketch and a sketch.

In this painting, a corner of a woman's large-brimmed hat is exposed, as well as an arm that is obviously a woman's.

With her slender and beautiful fingers, she touches the tulips beside her.

In front of the woman is a sea of ​​flowers, endless as far as the eye can see.

No signature, no mark.

Of course the art exhibition has a name. The name of this painting is - The Man I Miss.

Hamilton Fish frowned, then unfolded, frowned again, and unfolded again.

Overall, the pencil drawings are somewhat underwhelming here.

The front is basically an oil painting.

But this painting made him feel very interesting.

It was obviously just a simple black and white light and shadow performance, but it made him feel the color.

He could feel the warmth of the sun shining on the sea of ​​flowers. They were just simple flowers, but the layered tulips and the layout of the scenery made Hamilton Fish instinctively feel that this painting gave him an exotic feeling.

This is definitely not the United States, nor China, nor France, nor the United Kingdom.

An idea flashed in his mind: it was Holland.

The woman and the tulip she touches between her fingers are the clearest, but later on they become gradually scrawled and drawn carelessly, like a child's graffiti.

However, only in a certain period of art history, the more like a painting is, the better the painting is. At other times, the quality of the painting is not judged based on realism.

Hamilton Fish slapped his head: "Wonderful! When he painted this painting, the author must have been missing someone and couldn't wait to see her, so that he gradually lost his patience. This is a guy who doesn't have much patience, but instead... This painting is given a soul. Judging from the performance of the painting, it should be painted by a young man. But from the perspective of painting skills, it looks like a middle-aged person, which is really strange."

At this time, a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm spoke up and said, "What you said surprised me. You painters can really tell the author's character from the content."

Hamilton Fish looked at the woman and felt that she looked familiar.

He smiled: "Each work wants to express something different from everyone's understanding. But there must be resonable emotions in it. The author of this painting has superb skills and a bold layout of the scenery, but What I can confirm is that he has passed the stage of showing off his skills, he is wandering around and doing things spontaneously. This painting should be painted by him casually, not deliberately."