The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Edith Roosevelt was vaguely disappointed.

Eugene Hale could not be regarded as an enemy of her and Da Luo, but it was not uncommon for political differences to lead to the death of the other party.

From this incident, Edith Roosevelt could also see that Zhao Chuanxin was not as reckless as the public imagined.

She said: "Just wait, you will receive his call later."

Sure enough, not long after, the phone rang.

This is not a normal phone call.

Two people who have never met but have been known to each other for a long time can only faintly hear each other's breathing.

No one spoke for half a minute.

Even Thomas W. Lawson on the side was waiting impatiently and scratching his head.

"Zhao Chuanxin?" Da Luo spoke first.

In the United States, whether you are Chinese or other ethnic groups, when you are called by your first name, your first name comes first and your surname comes last.

Only Zhao Chuanxin, everyone calls him by name in the correct order.

Because these three words no longer just represent a name, they are a symbol. Some people yearn for the wealth represented by this symbol, while others are full of fear of it.

This feeling is like confronting a lion hiding in the grass on the prairie. The feeling of suffocation is always there. I dare not move forward, let alone show my back.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "I thought we were playing a game of whoever speaks first loses. I could spend a whole day with you."

Thomas W. Lawson was dumbfounded.

The person opposite is the current big boss of this country.

Da Luo didn't get angry. He laughed: "But I can't. I do all the business and don't have that much time. I have to get up 15 minutes early every day, so that I will have 91.25 more hours every year. I can use this time to do something useful. Meaningful things. Think about it, what about you? What do you like to do?"

He was insinuating that Zhao Chuanxin was not doing his job properly and actually did things like burning, killing and looting. The two of them were not on the same level.

After all, he is a big boss in the United States, and he has a way of talking. Swear without using curse words.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Me? I like to sleep, so I have to find time to sleep for an extra fifteen minutes every day. I am comfortable, energetic, not easy to age, I have money to spend, and others are afraid of me."

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

What's not to say about laziness? What are you working for? Is it really to enjoy life? Isn’t it just about enjoying life when your recliner is padded? This is timeless.

It's useless to say anything else, it will be over soon if we see who gets old.

Thomas W. Lawson chuckled.

"..." Da Luo is also a man with a very charming personality. Although his hardware conditions are not as good as those of Zhao Chuanxin, he is not angry. Instead, he is playful: "What do you want from me? I hope it won't delay your sleep because of me." "

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "The main thing is to let you pay back the money, 7.5 million."

"I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this. You have to find Eugene Hale."

This congressman was moved out again.

"Let's do this." Zhao Chuanxin held up the landline phone so that he could lean on the back of the chair: "I will give you two days to think about it. After this period, your losses will be greater than the 7.5 million."

Two days should be enough for the Great White Fleet to reach New York.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

There were still a few days left, and Zhao Chuanxin felt it was time to do something serious, such as: go back to the manor and lie down for two days?

The thought of lying down made him want to go back to his country.

He stood up and picked up his clothes: "Bring the trash can, oh, and this piece of paper on the table, throw them away."

Thomas W. Lawson saw no problem and obeyed.

Be a qualified little brother.

However, when he saw the painting on the table, he was stunned. He did not nest it or fold it in half, but carefully rolled it up and took it away.

…

Everyone felt that Fritz Heinze had changed.

Because he has been a little obsessed lately and doesn't want to do anything to turn things around, he is stuck in a pile of old and new newspapers every day.

New paper, about the recent storm on Wall Street.

The old newspaper is about Zhao Chuanxin's past deeds.

If Li Ziyu from Hong Kong Island has the keen sense and talent of a detective, then Fritz Heinze at this time is completely over the top.

For many things, he couldn't help but rely on Zhao Chuanxin.

For example, he discovered that when Zhao Chuanxin came to the United States to kill everyone because of discrimination, many banks were robbed from west to east.

He stubbornly believed that if the time and route matched up, it must be Zhao Chuanxin.

Then Jesse Livermore made a fortune by shorting the market during the San Francisco earthquake.

Now, he knew that Jesse Livermore was working for Zhao Chuanxin.

So Zhao Chuanxian's initial start-up capital may have been withdrawn from the bank.

Although he is like a mystic who likes to apply things mechanically, don't tell me, he guessed it right this time.

Although technology has brought the world closer, it is not that close yet.

Therefore, some clues that may appear obvious to later generations were ignored by no one.

Many newspapers are local reports. As long as you don't deliberately check, you may not be able to find any clues.

There was no computer, so it was impossible to just search and find a bunch of information.

When making phone calls, once the distance is too far, there is a concern that the signal will be distorted.

Sending telegrams is very expensive and ordinary people cannot afford it, so they can only talk about important things.

Only people like Fritz Heinze, who had no shortage of money and connections, could collect so much information.

He looked at the newspapers of the past two days and found that Moore Shirley, the largest brokerage in the United States, had pledged a large number of shares in the Tennessee Coal, Steel and Railroad Company through stocks.

But the stock prices of Tennessee Coal, Steel, and Railroads plummeted, putting Moore-Slee's company at risk of forced liquidation and bankruptcy.

J.P. Morgan took action again.

Thanks to the bank bosses, the money in their pockets has been almost drained.

J.P. Morgan turned his attention to the steel tycoon, Andrew Carnegie.

This is also a business giant.

After difficult negotiations, Andrew Carnegie finally reached an agreement with the seller and decided to acquire it.

At this time, the acquisition is naturally an advantage.

But they faced a problem.

Ronaldo, the general boss of the United States, is most opposed to market monopoly.

You, Andrew Carnegie, are already a steel tycoon, and now you want to acquire the Tennessee Company. Are you trying to gain a monopoly or what?

After many rounds of negotiations, I went to Washington to meet Ronaldo. After bursting into tears, Ronaldo reluctantly agreed.

If we disagree, the consequences of the economic contraction may be difficult to end.

Fritz Heinze, who was reading the newspaper, suddenly realized: It turns out that the anti-monopoly defender Zhao Chuanxin mentioned was Da Luo!

At this point, all of Zhao Chuanxin's predictions have come true except for the last sentence.

Not a single key point was missed.

Fritz Heinze's hands trembled.

this is too scary.

How intelligent it is, almost like a demon!

You call this nonsense, but when these things happened, Fritz Heinze discovered that they were all connected.

Theoretically speaking, it can indeed be inferred.

But this is even scarier.

Now, only Zhao Chuanxin's last words have not come true: the United States may be in danger of war.

Are we going to use weapons?

At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly came to report: "Master, there is a Chinese outside, named Kang Youwei, who wants to see you for something."

If his name were given directly, Fritz Heinze might not take it seriously.

But the word "Chinese" gave him a thrill: "Is that man very young, very handsome, 6 feet 1 to 2 inches tall? Is he different from ordinary Chinese, very strong and looks like Feeling powerful?"

The first thing he thought of was that Zhao Chuanxin came to visit him, because Zhao Chuanxin always used a pseudonym.

The housekeeper shook his head: "No, he is a short, fat old man. He is very old. He has a weird hairstyle from the Qing Dynasty, with braids. He is not handsome at all, and he is a bit wretched."

Fritz Heinze breathed a sigh of relief: "Let him in."

…

Zhao Chuanxin returned to North Talitown.

Mishan didn't like New York City. There was no lush vegetation and there was always thick smoke billowing over the city.

There are also those cars that don’t go very fast and have choking gas coming from their butts.

Back in North Tarrytown it was happiest.

One person and one horse, strolling happily in the town.

Soon, he arrived at the Goldberg mansion.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Chuanxin drove his horse to the door: "Rachel, are you at home?"

Half a minute later, the door was opened, and Rachel Kervis appeared with a haggard face.

She smiled reluctantly: "You're back."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

Rachel Crovis has never been a very stunning woman, but she has a graceful figure and a very American-style Xiaojiabiyu feel.

He is also very scheming and always knows how to use men to achieve certain goals without being taken advantage of.

It was the first time he had seen her so haggard.

Zhao Chuanxin got off his horse and asked, "What's going on?"

Rachel Kravis gave a very depressed smile: "It's nothing, just a little thing."

"Hey." Zhao Chuanxin said pitifully, "Everything is good about this financial crisis, but it's a bit of a waste for my apprentice."

Rachel Kervis: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked around: "Where is Samuel?"

"He, he..." Rachel Kravis didn't know what to say. "He went to the pub."

"From the town?"

"Um."

"Let's go, I'll take you to him."

"Ah?" Rachel Kravis was a little flustered: "No, no, let him drink..."

"Have a few drinks and let's go. I'll help you convince him and cheer him up."

Rachel Kervis thought: Sure enough, he is still the same, always so domineering.

She pursed her lips and said, "No, can you come with me for a walk?"

"Oh, my legs and feet are not very good, so you get on the horse and I will take you for a ride and then go find him."

"Then I'll go change my clothes."

She was wearing a long velvet nightgown with jeweled mesh trim. At this time, home clothes advocated luxury and complexity, especially in middle-class homes.

But Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her and said, "Whatever you want, it's fine as it is. Get on the horse."

Rachel Crovis had never been out like this.

While she was still hesitating, Zhao Chuanxin pulled her forward, put his hand on her butt and with a little force, she got on the horse in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin sat in the back and said, "Mi Shan, run along the Hudson River."

Mishan neighed, raised his hooves and ran forward.

Rachel Kervis exclaimed, and the hem of her robe lifted up: "Ah, don't be so fast, I'm gone."

Indeed, the wind blew the hem of her robe up, somewhat obstructing her view.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and pressed the robe on her lower abdomen.

Whether it was because she was frightened by the speed or for some other reason, Rachel Kervis exclaimed again.

But it's really enjoyable.

Rachel Kervis has also ridden horses, but there has never been a horse as tall as Mishan, but it can still run like the wind and be as fast as thunder.

Not only is it fast, but it is also very powerful, and its back is as stable as a mountain.

In a moment, Rachel Kervis adapted, her hair was flying, and she felt very satisfied.

The depression of many days was dispelled by the passing beauty.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice rang in her ears: "Scream if you want, don't hold back."

"ah……"