The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Freddie Pavitt glanced at Zhao Chuanxin guiltily.

Normally, this kid, Benjamin Goldberg, wouldn't be that disgusted.

But running to the manor at night, especially now that Zhao Chuanxin is at home, isn't this causing trouble for him?

It would be terrible if Zhao Chuanxin knew about the rumors circulating in the town.

Fearing nothing, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Who is Benjamin? If you are a guest, it is just a matter of asking him to come over to eat together and add a pair of chopsticks. The main thing for us outsiders is hospitality."

Freddy Pavitt hurriedly said: "Master, this Benjamin is a child with some weirdness and some mental problems. He is friends with Marcus Nkrumah and has caused a lot of trouble to our manor. I will take care of him right away." He drove away..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands carelessly: "Is that a naughty kid? It's useless to drive the naughty kid away. You call him here and I will educate him."

Although Freddy Pavitt was annoyed by Benjamin Goldberg for ruining the reputation of the manor, but... his expression changed: "Sir, Benjamin is still a child!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "No, Freddy, you used to be a smart person, and you don't drink now, so why are you talking drunkenly? How can I beat him to death or maim him? Stop talking nonsense and call Benjamin. I have something to say to him."

Li Shutong finally found a chance to interrupt and advised: "Don't worry, Mr. Pavitt, he is very good with children."

Who doesn't know that Zhao Chuanxin likes children?

A naughty kid looks like a naughty kid to others, but to him, he can become a big deal.

This has been practiced and is obvious to all.

Freddy Pavitt knew that he had misunderstood, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and walked out quickly.

Dinner has been served here.

Zhao Chuanxin told the maid: "Add another set of tableware."

The maid was very discerning. When she saw the table was full of chopsticks, she asked, "Sir, do you want chopsticks or a knife and fork?"

"Chopsticks!"

Seeing that no one was using their chopsticks, Zhao Chuanxin said: "What are you doing standing around? Europe and the United States all share the meal system. You can eat your own food. Just use your chopsticks."

Li Shutong: "..."

He knows some Western food etiquette, and now he pays attention to this when learning English.

So I picked up the spoon and drank the soup in small sips.

But he saw Zhao Chuanxin pick up the soup plate, drink it all in one gulp, and smash it in his mouth: "Europeans and Americans are just petty, they drink soup from a plate."

Li Shutong: "..."

On the contrary, it was Mahina, a Kanaka person who didn't care about these table manners and imitated Zhao Chuanxin in handling the dishes and drinking.

Miao Cuihua said: "The British housekeeper has to conduct even the meal like a religious ceremony, which is too cumbersome."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tomorrow you go to the kitchen Zhang Luo to teach them how to cook, so they can eat fresh Western food. The food is too rough, and they will have to eat our food in the future."

While talking, Freddie Pavitt brought in Benjamin Goldberg.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the naughty boy.

The kid was so thin, almost skin and bones.

She is quite fair, with brown hair, but she looks a little distracted.

This naughty kid's physique is a little worse than the thick-skinned snotty kid from Lugang Town. Where can he go?

Zhao Chuanxin waved to him: "Come here."

The moment Benjamin Goldberg saw Zhao Chuanxin, the image of a giant spirit god who was decisive in killing and no one dared to provoke in the void appeared in his mind.

He is arrogant and unruly.

He suddenly trembled and said dryly: "Sir, I..."

Strangely enough, he was not afraid of meeting other people.

Only when I saw Zhao Chuanxin, I felt a little scared in my heart.

He timidly came to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddy Pavitt: "Bring a chair over here and let me see what's wrong with this baby."

Benjamin Pavitt sat down obediently.

"Sir, I'm not hungry."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I've never seen a snot-nosed kid who's not greedy."

Freddie Pavitt explained from the side: "The Goldberg family is a big family in the town, and their family is not short of money."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't think so: "Look at this kid, how can he still make enough money when he's so thin? Come on, let's take a hawthorn pill to appetize."

With that said, he handed the hawthorn pill to Benjamin Goldberg.

Benjamin Goldberg had never seen the methods of Chinese elders, let alone someone like Zhao Chuanxin. He looked back at Freddie Pavitt at a loss.

After all, Freddy Pavitt was his acquaintance.

Before Freddie Pavitt could say anything, Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "What's the matter? I won't give you face, right? You can eat if I ask you to."

Freddy Pavitt smiled wryly.

Benjamin Goldberg felt as if he saw King Kong's angry eyes. The feeling of being stared at by the gods was very scary, so he quickly stuffed the hawthorn pills into his mouth.

This chew is, not to mention, sour and sweet, so delicious.

After eating, I really wanted to eat another one.

Looking at the food on the table, I have an appetite.

So, I picked up the spoon and drank it carefully.

"That's right. Let's eat first and then talk after we finish eating."

Zhao Chuanxin started eating happily, and the wind was rolling.

The lamb chops came one after another, and the bones were thrown all over the table. One piece of bread after another, wolfed down.

Almost everyone gets infected by him and eats more.

When eating at Benjamin Goldberg's house, etiquette always comes first. The food is formal and there is a prayer before the meal. Where have you seen this?

During this meal, he ate more than ever before, filling his stomach with food.

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed when he found out that the snot-nosed kid could use chopsticks in a decent manner without even having time to finish a meal.

Zhao Chuanxin ate the most, but he also ate the fastest.

After eating, he pushed his dinner plate and asked Benjamin Goldberg: "What are you doing in the manor at night?"

"Sir, I came to play with Marcus Nkrumah."

"Why don't you come during the day?"

"My father looked at me and wouldn't let me come. I ran away secretly."

Freddie Pavitt was surprised to find that Benjamin Goldberg became much more normal in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Why do you like to be friends with Marcus Nkrumah?"

"Because he was willing to listen to me talk about what was in my head."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin became more interested: "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

After speaking, he also took out a drawing board, paper and pen.

Benjamin Goldberg is in fantasy again.

As he narrated, Zhao Chuanxin transformed into a humanoid printer, holding the end of the pen, his wrist shaking rapidly, and the pencil rubbed rapidly on the paper, making a rustling sound.

By the time Benjamin Goldberg finished speaking, he had finished drawing.

Turn the board over: “Is this what you have in mind?”

Everyone looked curiously and saw a god floating in the void, wearing armor, with wide-eyed grins and a majestic grin, vividly displayed on the paper, as if he would step through the void and emerge from the paper at any time.

Li Shutong was shocked.

My Cao...he can also draw Western paintings, but he can't draw as fast as Zhao Chuanxin.

Moreover, this is not drawing with reference objects, but entirely relying on other people's dictation.

He has never seen any Western painter with this ability.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin's main focus was practicing sketching.

In the past few years, with the intensive practice and the improvement of physical fitness in all aspects, the speed of sketching has become abnormal.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes widened.

For the first time in his life, someone could materialize his imagination.

He nodded excitedly: "Yes, sir, that's it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You little kid, you are quite talented! I see that there are some strange-shaped bushes pruned in the manor. You must have directed Marcus to do it, right?"

For a long time, people have said that Benjamin Goldberg's imagination is a disease, a strange disease that is difficult to cure.

Only Zhao Chuanxin said this was his talent.

This gave Benjamin Goldberg a sense of recognition.

"Yes, sir," he admitted cheerfully, "I just wanted to express what was in my head."

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: If I had this kind of imagination, I would have been able to do better back then. I would have done original work every day, and I might have made a fortune long ago.

Those businesses that I did back then, as long as there was something new and original, I would definitely not be hungry. If you can use your imagination to create a brand new story + product, it will become a hit.

He asked: "Do you have any other skills?"

Benjamin Goldberg received great encouragement from hearing Zhao Chuanxin describe his imagination as a "skill."

He hurriedly said: "Sir, I can disassemble and reassemble my mother's hand-operated sewing machine in my mind. I felt that the hand-operated sewing machine was inconvenient, so I made a sewing machine in my mind that can be pedaled by my feet. . However, they don’t believe what I say. I don’t have your ability and can’t draw it.”

Most of the household sewing machines at this time were hand-cranked, which was relatively backward.

Often others are required to cooperate, one is shaking and the other is sewing, which requires tacit understanding, which also leads to low efficiency.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, wasn't this a talent for design?

Benjamin Goldberg can only think, but cannot turn his ideas into reality.

So if he learns to paint, will he sacrifice his imagination?

Thinking of the design, Zhao Chuanxin thought: "Benjamin, if I were to give you a gun, could you improve it through your imagination?"

Freddy Pavitt next to him was stunned...

I, Cao, can still do this?

He hurriedly persuaded: "Master, Benjamin is just a strange child. Don't delay your important events."

He thought this was extremely unreliable.

Professional things must be done by professional people.

"It won't be delayed." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

Freddie Pavitt said: "Even his parents felt that he needed to be cured..."

Don’t your parents know this child better than you do?

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What the hell do you know, what the hell do his parents know? There are always horses that can cover a thousand li, but they are only humiliated in the hands of slaves and die in stalls. I'm talking about you and his parents." Such people."

Freddie Pavitt stopped talking.

Since the master insists, just wait and see his joke.

How can a child understand firearm design?

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Benjamin Goldberg: "How about it? Can you imagine a gun?"

When Benjamin Goldberg mentioned his ideas to others, only the stupid Marcus Nkrumah was willing to listen.

Zhao Chuanxin was the second person who didn't think he was sick, and he was also an adult, the owner of Ethan Manor.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes were bright and he nodded sharply: "Sir, I think this is no problem."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, the maid came to report again: "Master, there are people outside who claim to be Benjamin's parents and are looking for him to come home."