Zhao Chuanxin saw that she was a little flustered, but she didn't mess up, so he sneered and said, "You can call it, it's useless to cut your throat." ”

Rebecca Levy didn't scream.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin only had a pair of boxers.

The flesh armor is extremely tough, and the back is full of Kanaka totems.

The skin on Zhao Chuanxin's face is very smooth, more delicate and firm than most women, but his body is very rough, and it is full of fine dent scars when you look closely.

That's because Mahina's tattoo tool is a wooden stick that holds the bone needle of the shark's teeth in place, and the scar that she chiseled out with the bone needle and the wooden stick at once.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said, "You can call it, it's useless to cut your throat." No matter what you call me, you can't stop me from getting dressed, and don't try to possess my flesh. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a black turtleneck sweater and a dark red checkered tweed suit on the bed.

Finally, there is the newly modified Fortitude Armor, Zhao Chuanxin changed the original overalls into a windbreaker with a fishtail design, a war-style M51 fishtail windbreaker style, he didn't wear it, and there was a vague income space.

But on the side of the suit, he put on a holster, a Mosin Nagant wheel and a horse card picker.

Rebecca Levy saw another style of Zhao Chuanxin today.

He really knows how to get dressed, and he looks good in it.

In every gesture, it seems to be a beast that tosses and turns at any time and hurts people. Wild, but discreet. It's like a lion and a tiger, with strength, but not willing to get hurt.

Dressed neatly, Zhao Chuanxin didn't look in the mirror, but went to the window, lit a cigarette, and looked at the night outside the window in a daze.

Rebecca Levy was bent on breaking the silence: "What are you thinking? ”

"Homesick."

"Where's your home?"

“……”

This stopped Zhao Chuanxin.

It is not called home where there are ancestors.

It's not like a place with your own industry is called home.

Zhao Chuanxin has thought about this question, but there has been no definite answer.

Home is the anchor point of an individual's life, pulling a thread, no matter how far the thread is placed, it will not come off.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt, bounced it off, and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

Rebecca Levi disappointed.

She didn't get the answer she wanted.

This was not so important to her in the first place, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer, and it became important.

Zhao Chuanxin's table and chair moved away and walked out first.

When he arrived at the door of the banquet hall, Zhao Chuanxin saw the "Wall Street Journal" reporter waiting with a camera, which was the one he had shot the camera away before.

When the reporter saw Zhao Chuanxin dressed in a novel outfit, his eyes lit up: "Sir, may I ask ......?"

"Get out!"

"Can I ......?"

"Get out!"

“……”

The reporter watched Zhao Chuanxin push the door, enter the door, and close the door, and he didn't have any thoughts of getting angry.

It's like he's supposed to be doing this.

It's a strange feeling.

The more this is the case, the more anxious the reporter is to find out the identity of Zhao Chuanxin.

He had a gut feeling that this Asian man was very different from other submissive Asians, and that he must have a great background.

He didn't leave, he was still waiting in the banquet hall, and every time he opened the door, he had to seize the opportunity to take a picture or two of them.

After entering the door, Zhao Chuanxin said to Rebecca Levy: "Find a place to sit for a while, you should eat and drink, and you don't have to deal with this group of sanctimonious hypocrites." Anyway, it's a waste if you don't eat it, but today it's up to Lao Tzu to pay. ”

Rebecca Levi couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Chuanxin glared at her, and then looked at the audience, searching for an interesting figure...... No, funny soul.

But I didn't find anything particularly eye-catching, but the most beautiful one in the audience was Rebecca Levy.

Zhao Chuanxin was bored, found a corner, pulled the cup and plate aside, and began to eat and drink.

Jesse Livermore scurried over out of nowhere: "Boss." ”

"Hmm."

Jesse Livermore saw Zhao Chuanxin's wrist: "Cartier Pilot's Watch? ”

Zhao Chuanxin poured a sip of tea: "Yes." ”

Jesse Livermore said enviously: "I wanted to buy it before, but I didn't have it, but when this was revealed, the waiter's mouth trembled when he saw it." ”

The watch was purchased by Zhao Chuanxin at Jesse Penny's store in Kurdex for zero yuan.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak.

Jesse Livermore said again: "Boss, aren't you thinking about buying a car?" That's something new, I'm going to buy a Mercedes. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "Today's cars, if you want to overtake a horse, you have to stand up and step on the accelerator, and you have to kick the fuel tank with your feet and can't run the horse." ”

"......" Jesse Livermore said, "then I'll buy a streetcar." ”

"If you can, you can lay the tracks."

“……”

Typically, there are two money, and I don't know what to do.

Jesse Livermore suddenly said: "Boss, do you have a feeling that there is an invisible force that is driving the development of this world, no matter how rich and rich the man, no matter how powerful the army, it can't stop it." ”

"You don't say it's a Freemason...... You know I'm talking nonsense in the newspapers, right? ”

"Forehead......" Jesse Livermore picked up his cigarette and scratched his head with his tail finger: "It's not Freemasonry, they don't have that ability, they don't have that vision." The more shrewd the mind, the more stubborn the character. If a group of elites gathers together, how can a certain goal be easily achieved? I'm talking about invisible forces. ”

Zhao Chuanxin continued to eat and drink, and didn't take it seriously: "Then what are you talking about?" ”

"I don't know, it could be the rules set by God, or the common will and strength of all mankind, or something else." Jesse Livermore said seriously: "Just like this time, boss, have you ever thought that if we keep shorting the market, Wall Street will really be doomed?" Wall Street is completely finished, or even ceased to exist, and global finance will be affected, and then the war will start......"

Wall Street isn't dead, but war is going to start.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment, he shook his head: "Haven't you thought that the economy should have its own laws?" ”

But who set this rule? Is it the collective consciousness of millions of people that determines its direction? Can an individual change? Can individuals turn the tide of the world? ”

Zhao Chuanxin finished nibbling on the last piece of lamb chops, threw away the bones, wiped his mouth and said, "I want to try." ”

"Then boss, how do you know you've changed the world?"

"Do you see my writing wheels? I know the past, the present, and the future, and I really know if I can change it. ”

After chatting for a while, Jesse Livermore left.

Rebecca Levy refused to be talked to by several people in a row, and sat alone in the corner.

She saw that Abraham Cohen finished chatting with others and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin, and she also got up and followed.

Abraham Cohen's face was full of red light: "Boss, I have decided, and I will also devote myself to the financial world in the future." ”

"Oh!" Zhao Chuanxin took a cigar in his mouth and coped with the matter.

"Boss, you have something to say."

"Then I'll let you mourn in advance."

“……”

Rebecca Levy wanted to laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin is always different from others.

Abraham Cohen was a little discouraged and beckoned to the waiter.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the waiter: "Prepare him a cup of malignant abscess with a rat's head, and he wants the taste of duck neck, which is authentic." ”

The waiter was confused: "Sir, this ......"

Abraham Cohen smiled wryly, "Bring me a glass of whiskey." ”

Thomas S. What W. Lawson said, he probably didn't take to heart.

Zhao Chuanxin understated, but he was in awe.

The three of them chatted with each other, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his wrist to look at his watch: "You guys play, I'll make a call, and I'll go back by the way." ”

Abraham Cohen didn't want to go, and he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to mingle in high society.

After Zhao Chuanxin went out, Rebecca Levi also ran out.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the reporter was still there, and looked at him with a smile, but he didn't dare to take pictures.

This person is irritable, and someone loses money when he hits the camera, so it's hard to say if he beats someone.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Chuanxin turned his head: "Why are you following me?" Tailgating? ”

"No, no, I'm going home too, and I'm on my way with you." Rebecca Levy bowed her head and stammered.

"Won't Abraham send you home?"

"He went to talk to those people, I don't want to ruin his good deeds, I can go back myself."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

Now and in the future.

Night in New York = Danger.

Even men are like this, let alone women who are like flowers.

"Women are such a nuisance." Zhao Chuanxin complained: "Go and make a phone call with me, and I'll send you back when I get back." ”

Rebecca Levi was inexplicably happy, but pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to delay your business." ”

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and left directly.

Rebecca Levi thought for a moment and followed with her skirt in hand.

The Waldorf Hotel has a dedicated mailroom where there are telephones, but there are queues.

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, and when he got in line, he called Kurdeks's workshop.

All his estates, except those who can install telephones, must install telephones and telegraphs.

"Freddy, let Benjamin listen to the phone."

"Master, you wait a while, I'll call him."

Wait, wait, wait, the people in line at the back looked at Rebecca Levi at first, and they thought it was pleasing to the eye, but finally they were impatient: "Hey, is it over?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin held the phone between his ears and shoulders, tilted his head and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Damn, hurry to reincarnate?" ”

"If you don't hang up the phone, I'll go over and grab it!" Not to be outdone, the people in the back are not to be outdone.

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "The people are in the tower, you can grab one and give it a try." ”

"You ......"

Finally, at this moment, Benjamin Goldberg's voice rang out: "Master, what's the matter?" ”

"Two things. The first thing is that your father will take off a layer of skin if he doesn't die, and it is estimated that you will be able to see the newspaper the day after tomorrow. ”

Benjamin Goldberg was not surprised, but rather happy: "Call him arrogant, and finally suffer." ”

"......" Zhao Chuanxin said again: "The second thing, your money has arrived, and you have earned more than 7,000 US dollars, which is estimated to fill your father's pit." ”

"Great, Master, I'll mention a thousand yuan to you when I go back, so that he can stop his life, this day, I can't finish with him." Benjamin Goldberg looked like Lao Tzu was also very helpless, and asked, "Master, how much did you earn?" ”

"Me? I didn't dare to go too far, I was very conservative and only earned a small 200 million, and I haven't finished the statistics, at least more than 150 million. ”

Rebecca Levi next to her "buzzed" in her head.

What?

150 million?

Are you sure it's USD?

(End of chapter)