Zhao Chuanxin exited the door and looked at the father and daughter in the house hugging and crying.

Abraham Cohen scratched his head: "Mr. Chen, I'm a little confused. If Margaret was frightened because she witnessed the assassination of her factory employer a few years ago, she was frightened. So, does the devil really exist? If it doesn't exist, but you've just made it look like you've successfully exorcized......"

He was a pretending god and had never seen a real supernatural power.

But what he saw and heard today subverted his cognition.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin's acting skills are too high, and Uncle Nine can't shoot when he is alive, so he frightens these people.

The scepter of redemption swirled between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, turning an afterimage.

He suddenly grasped it, and drew the elven carving knife, his wrist trembled, the blade changed, and the sawdust flew over.

In a moment, a hideous portrait of Zhong Kui appeared on the door frame.

He said lightly: "Whether the devil exists or not, I don't know." But I'm serious! Would you like to try it? ”

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers looked at it with a chill.

"Ha, haha, don't try......" Abraham Cohen laughed dryly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the rapidly forming portrait of Zhong Kui on the door frame, and was very satisfied with the progress of his knife work.

Arthur Gompas untied the rope from his daughter's wrist and led her out.

After a moment's hesitation, he pretended to be polite and said, "Sir, in order to thank you for saving my daughter, I want to keep you for dinner." ”

Actually, this is a polite remark.

Westerners are not completely unpolite.

however

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, prepare more, here are all big stomachs!" ”

Arthur Gompas: "......"

He just wanted to ask Zhao Chuanxin, at most to bring Abraham Cohen, but he didn't want to keep the Smith brothers, Isaiah and Marcus Nkrumah.

Just wanted to refute, but remembering Zhao Chuanxin's words before, he swallowed back the words he was about to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin has always been more polite than Westerners, and he sat in the main seat with a golden knife, raising his hands and gesturing: "Come, you're welcome, sit down." Lady, please serve us some tea first. ”

The woman was angry and said, "I'm not a servant, I'm a mistress!" ”

"Oh, good Mrs. Compass, remember not to boil the tea, but to boil it."

"I'm not a servant......"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

Arthur Gompas had no choice but to give her a look.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, they are all sitting on pins and needles, with their buttocks tilted left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Arthur Compass: "You work at the Labor Federation, you should have a wide network, right?" ”

Arthur Gompas's haggard face showed a hint of smugness: "I know some people." ”

Not only did he know some people, from the top of the political circles, down to the bottom workers, and among all kinds of capitalist employers, his position is now more like a broker than just for the bottom workers.

"That's fine, ask someone for me."

"Who?"

"A New York police detective named Charles Baker helped me find out where he was hiding."

Arthur Gompas breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just helping to find someone.

"What are you looking for this detective for?" But he asked more.

"It's nothing, I want to teach him what silence is golden."

Arthur Gompas was more relieved.

It's not a big deal.

The atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Abraham Cohen was a young man with a nimble mind, who could boast about anything from the occult of exorcism, to the mysteries of the universe and personal spirituality of the Kabbalah school, to the way of economy, which was rare in an era without fragmented knowledge.

The way he made a living was a variety of things, like a wizard to exorcism, to work as a coolie, to sell fruit, and once to impersonate a Wall Street financial broker to cheat a sum of money.

The topic was extended to Wall Street, and Arthur Gompas was indignant: "People on Wall Street are liars!" In particular, Thomas S. W. Lawson, this man is especially hateful. He preached economic recovery, false prosperity in the stock market, a lot of surplus workers were cashed out, and workers were massively unemployed, and something was going to happen. ”

Zhao Chuanxin listened to it and had a faint bad feeling in his heart.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

He doesn't care about the lives of the poor people in the United States, but he cares about his own pockets.

Abraham Cohen lamented: "Times have changed, people used to be pragmatic, but now people only know how to be opportunistic. ”

"Yes!" Arthur Gompas seemed to have found a soulmate: "As my father said, there are two kinds of investments, Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller are honest investments, while Jay Gould and Edward Henry Harriman are dishonest investments, and these people are terrible." ”

Zhao Chuanxin choked on a sip of tea and squirted out.

Coughed a few times.

Arthur Gompas was displeased.

What does it mean?

Don't agree with his father?

He was a great admirer of his father.

"Mr. Chen, don't you think so?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Hehe." ”

Arthur Gompas was a very emotional person, he blushed and had a thick neck: "I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion." ”

"Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller, do you know who they are? Do you know what methods they used to accumulate wealth? ”

"This ......" Arthur Gompas frowned: "They invest in industry, are down-to-earth, and increase jobs, I naturally know!" ”

"Did you know that Rockefeller had a security service that acted as a thug for him, violently seizing land and monopolies, and attacking opponents? He knows how to teach people what silence is golden. ”

Abraham Cohen interjected: "I've heard a joke that when Rockefeller was doing charity, the poor didn't accept his funding, thinking his money was dirty. ”

Arthur Gompas was a little speechless.

But he was still not convinced, and quibbled: "When accumulating wealth, some things are unavoidable. ”

"! The pickled things he did can be forgiven, and the opportunistic shortcuts of others are unforgivable, right? It's just a raccoon dog. ”

Arthur Gompas's long-term indoctrination of his father is not something that can be easily shaken.

The highest level of deception is to convince yourself to believe it first.

The words of Zhao Chuanxin and Abraham Cohen did not convince Arthur Gompas.

"It's different," he said. ”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk about this." ”

"......" But some of the reasons that Arthur Gompas had just thought of had not yet been spoken, and he was extremely uncomfortable in his throat. He suddenly reacted: "Silence is golden? You're going to find Charles Baker and teach him that silence is golden? Are you going to ......?"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the maid was starting to serve the food, so he interrupted him: "You just need to find someone, eat first, and don't talk about it!" ”

Arthur Compass said in his heart: Good guy, the topic switch is in your hand, you say it's off, right?

Marcus Nkrumah made it a habit to leave the table when he was served a meal.

In Ethan Manor, servants are not allowed to serve at the table.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted to him: "You can eat on the table today." ”

"Oh."

Marguerite Gompas was taken by her mother to take a shower and returned in a clean dress.

Although this little girl is skinny, she is white and clean, and if she is fatter, she can also be called a porcelain doll.

It's just that the body is bruised and purple, and the strangulation marks on the wrists are more like they have been abused, which is miserable.

When she arrived at the dinner table, she was a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, but she unconsciously wanted to get close to him.

It is the instinct of living beings to move closer to the strong.

"Sir, can you stay with me for a while?" She timidly opened her mouth to Zhao Chuanxin, judging the hideous appearance of the two of them when she was "possessed" before. "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."

She's completely like a normal person now.

For this alone, Arthur Gompas and his wife are extremely grateful to Zhao Chuanxin.

It didn't take more than an hour for Zhao Chuanxin to remove the root of her illness, which is simply a miracle!

"That's not going to work, I still have something to do." Zhao Chuanxin flatly refused to be a nanny, and then he said to Abraham Cohen: "You will gather your Jewish gang tomorrow, no problem, right?" ”

Abraham Cohen hesitated: "Sir, although my cousin is very imposing on the streets, I am only a marginalized small character, and I am afraid that I will not be able to call a few people." ”

Just wanted to speak, at this time, Margaret Gompas whispered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear: "Sir, he is lying." ”

Hey?

Zhao Chuanxin listened, and his eyes widened: "Abraham, you are lying to me!" ”

Captain Zhao's King Kong glared angrily, not everyone can withstand it.

Abraham Cohen felt a sense of oppression from Tarzan and stammered, "I ...... I can summon ten...... No, more than twenty people. ”

Zhao Chuanxin became interested and winked at Margaret Gompas.

How did she tell a lie?

Marguerite Gompas took the initiative to solve his doubts: "I can see through other people's expressions through their hearts!" ”

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of the time when Marguerite Gompas told the hellish scene in Dante's "Divine Comedy", and the people outside the door seemed to be hypnotized.

This little girl is a bit of a doorway!

He whispered, "Why don't you expand it, who did you learn it from?" ”

Marguerite Gompas's silver spoon circles on the plate: "My father used to find me a psychotherapist, and I learned from him. ”

According to Zhao Chuanxin's knowledge, there are already people who know hypnosis at this time, but no one studies micro-expressions.

He speculated that Marguerite Gompas's abilities were mostly due to the trauma of her childhood, and that the therapist had only opened one of her windows.

So, he whispered, "In a moment, help me see if they are lying." ”

Margaret Gompas nodded.

Zhao asked Abraham Cohen, "Are you reliable in manpower?" ”

Abraham Cohen was very slick: "They should give my cousin face." ”

Marguerite Gompas shook her head slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "You dare to lie to me?" Let's be honest! ”

Abraham Cohen was a little confused: "Well, since my cousin was imprisoned in Cynsin Prison, these people have become a mess. They had no jobs, they were oppressed by the Irish and Italians, and they couldn't even eat. Now the most important thing for them is to work ......"

I'm Cao ...... It's a humanoid lie detector!

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take out a candy ball from the secret realm and hand it to Margaret Compass under the table.

One big and one small, tacitly.

Then Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and groaned, and looked at Arthur Gompas.

Arthur Gompas hurriedly shook his head: "Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't help, I really don't have so much work now, and I'm also powerless!" Unless my father speaks, my father won't make a promise easily. ”

The economic crisis of 1907 would have erupted in less than a month.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin thinks that he is telling the truth.

So, what to do?

(End of chapter)