After eating, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the corners of his mouth and nodded very gentlemanly to Fritz Heinze.

He got up, drew his elven carving knife, drew the wire, and pointed a little away at his cousin.

My cousin's expression froze in astonishment.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went out.

Through the glass of the door, seeing him get into the carriage and go away, everyone dared to speak, and there was a lot of discussion.

John Rockefeller Jr. turned around and saw that his cousin was still stunned, his mouth slightly open, and he didn't move.

He frowned and pushed his cousin: "Everyone has already left, you still ......"

As a result, my cousin fell on his head.

The crowd was slightly commotional, but "Zhuyu is in front", the strange way of his cousin's death, could no longer cause a sensation.

Little John Rockefeller was stunned, Zhao Chuanxin just nodded from a distance, and the elf carving knife was thinner than a hair, and he didn't see what was happening at all.

The blade, thinner than a hair, pierced into the brain and stirred at will, and even the blood may not flow out.

John Rockefeller Jr. was chilled.

Fritz Heinze shook his head slightly, he remembered Zhao Chuanxin's sentence - if you don't die, you won't die.

To be a man, no matter how much money you make, you still have to know how to be in awe and revere those unknown things.

He threw away the food money and tips, including the money from Zhao Chuanxin's table, and Shi Shiran left.

Fritz Heinze was also a smart man, otherwise he would not have made the copper industry bigger and stronger.

It's just that after becoming the "Copper King", he floated.

Now, he's back on the ground.

After returning home, Fritz Heinze contacted many friends and asked for a meeting tomorrow.

At the same time, he contacted the printing house and printed a batch of leaflets.

……

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go home and went to the intersection of 5th Avenue and 55th Street.

There are too many gifts for him to buy, and it is inevitable that he will not think through them and need to keep making up for them.

The first thing he thought of was a group of snot babies, and he bought them gifts with Miao Cuihua.

Then I remembered that my ancestor family, Liu Guigui and Shuangxi's gifts had not yet been settled.

By this time night had fallen.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a Fifth Avenue boutique.

He looked a little familiar, and immediately remembered that this store should be the predecessor of the later Saks Fifth Avenue boutique.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the door was still open, so he walked in.

This time, no one stopped him.

But it's not enthusiastic.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the fashion area, looked at the colorful clothes, and couldn't help scratching his head.

If Sister Hua is here, she will definitely be able to see at a glance what size is suitable for whom.

Sister Hua has this talent.

He scratched his ears and cheeks and beckoned to the clerk not far away.

The clerk looked at him and twisted his head.

Zhao Chuanxin is the kind of person who has to work hard uphill and be happy downhill.

Usually, other people have big eyelids, and he doesn't care much about it.

But these days, it's supposed to clean up the atmosphere in New York.

He pointed to the clerk: "Don't say I won't give you a chance, I'll count three silently, you don't come to serve, don't say that Lao Tzu will cut off your two legs with a head wrapped around your head!" ”

The clerk rolled his eyes, lifted the hem of his clothes, and revealed the holster: "Sir, New York is not peaceful, I suggest you speak carefully, if I go crazy, I am not human." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Then who do you score against." ”

Clerk: "......"

Not to be outdone, the clerk said: "Sir, although you are tall, I am one more than the ancient Greek sculptor Lisyppus with nine heads, 10 heads, and 14 yards of feet, and I am not afraid of you when I fight." ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at this staff: "10 heads? 14 yard feet? Okay, next season you defend James. ”

"Sir, if you want to shop, you can shop, if you don't shop, we're about to close."

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

The clerk tensed and lifted the hem of his shirt again.

However, he found that he couldn't stop Zhao Chuanxin at all, so he threatened dryly: "Don't come here, otherwise I'll pull out a gun." ”

"You dig it. Ten paces away, the gun is fast. Within ten steps, my gun is faster than yours. ”

It's not that you're at a loss, are you?

The clerk of the "......" only showed the holster, but he refused to pull out the gun.

When Zhao Chuanxin got closer, he was still the same.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy, and he lifted his clothes in the past, and it turned out to be an empty holster.

The clerk blushed and had a thick neck: "I, my gun fell in the changing room, you don't know what to do." ”

"What the fuck are you putting green onions in your fucking pig's nose and pretending to be with me?" Zhao Chuanxin couldn't cry or laugh, grabbed the back of his neck, and walked away: "Hurry up and here, don't force me to do it." ”

This tall and thin guy, where does he dare to fight back.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged him to the fashion district: "I said, you pick it for me." ”

The clerk looked very angry and wanted to fight with people, snorting as if he was spewing fire. He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "Then you can say it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin was completely angry by this cane, but wanted to laugh.

It's funny.

"Five feet, more than nine inches, 165 pounds, pick me the right set."

The clerk rolled his eyes and asked, "How is he in shape?" ”

"Strong, but not fat, with broad shoulders and narrow waist."

The clerk was sharp-eyed, and the mother took one casually.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, the fabric was in line with the rough and dark colors of this era, but the style was very different from the current Edwardian suits and the popular country suits in the United States, as if influenced by military uniforms, with wide shoulders and narrow waists, which meant a bit of a draped suit. The pants are cut loosely and raise the waistline, which will really make people feel like they are wearing them.

Each era has its own unique aesthetic, but the mainstream of aesthetics does not mean that there are no other genres.

The main thing is recognition.

Zhao Chuanxin had to give the clerk a thumbs up: "Awesome." ”

There was nothing more suitable for his ancestor than this dress.

He added, "5 feet is less than 7 inches, 132 pounds. ”

The clerk continued to roll his eyes and asked, "Age, body condition." ”

"Thin, not strong, but with strong bones, more than 30 points." Zhao Chuanxin thought about it for a while, and added: "I like to pretend to be forced." ”

The clerk touched it casually: "This set suits him, he wants a three-piece outfit, the style of the 60s of the last century, the modern style, and the must-have artifact for nostalgic outfits." ”

This is a set of casual clothes with heavy fabrics, and Zhao Chuanxin's eyes are bright again.

Talent.

Isn't the other ancestor just like this?

Next, Zhao Chuanxin said in more detail, telling all the appearance characteristics and personality preferences of each person.

This product can pick out the corresponding clothes one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but say, "How much money do you make a month now?" ”

The clerk hesitated this time: "The weekly salary is $3.5." ”

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How do you know the size?" Do you seem to know the style of each era? ”

"Sir, I'm not obligated to tell you this."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the back of his neck: "Say." ”

The clerk's face was full of anger, but he poured beans into a bamboo tube in his mouth: "My father is a tailor, I am an apprentice, our money has been cheated, my father is angry, I have no capital to open a store, so I have to come to work." ”

Zhao Chuanxin let go: "Damn, you have to force me to do it if you don't go and fight the backward dog thing." I ask you, how is your tailoring technique? ”

The clerk raised his head with his chest up, his nostrils facing the sky: "Ambition is not old, listen up, my technology is second in New York, and no one dares to say first." ”

Look, I'm going to spoil you.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's better to go to the East with me and open a tailor shop for you, with a basic monthly salary of 30 US dollars and a few shares." ”

"Just you?" The clerk's mouth is crooked.

"You're underwhelmed!" Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head. "Give you six days to think about it, pack your things if you want to go, go to 165 Grand Street, find Abraham Cohen, he will arrange it, and he will not wait for it."

After speaking, Zhao Chuanxin took a large bag and a small package to the counter to settle the account.

Leave the clerk thoughtful.

After settling the account, Zhao Chuanxin took out another sum of money: "Send it to Ethan Manor in North Tower, and the rest will be used as a tip." ”

At the 5th Avenue 55th Street Interchange, St. Regis Hotel.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the door, and the doorman looked at him curiously: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?" ”

"To the upper floors, the top suites."

"I'm sorry, sir, but the Premier Suite is not open to the public."

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "Is it not open to non-whites, or is it not open to the outside world, and only reservations are accepted?" ”

The doorman said, "Please wait a minute, I'll ask the manager." ”

Zhao Chuanxin went in with him.

The lobby manager came and said, "Sir, the top suite, it's only open to white people." ”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and raised his hand to be an axe.

"Ah......h

Zhao Chuanxin came to the front desk: "I want a top suite, high-rise." ”

The front desk shuddered and took out a key: "Sir, on the 9th floor." ”

Zhao Chuanxin took the key and didn't look at the disabled lobby manager.

As he walked, he muttered: "New York, a world of flowers, you can enjoy everything, but it's a bit expensive to be a lobby manager." ”

Front desk: "......"

Manhattan Police Department 1st Precinct.

There was a knock on the director's office.

"Enter." Francis Collins' majestic voice rang out.

A police detective hurriedly came: "Director, there was a vicious wounding incident at the St. Regis Hotel, the suspect is Asian, I suspect ......"

Francis Collins pinched his eyebrows and said helplessly: "If you haven't left after hurting someone, then there is no doubt that Zhao Chuanxin did it." ”

"What are we going to do?"

"Record, report, and don't care."

After the detective left, Francis Collins picked up the microphone and dialed the city council: "Mr. McClellan, it's me, Francis, Zhao Chuanxin hurt someone again at the St. Regis Hotel, he just left the Del Monico restaurant and killed John Rockefeller Jr.'s bodyguard......"

New York City Mayor George Bruce McClellan put his hand on his forehead: "I know, I'll call the White House right away, it's time for someone to step in." ”

So, Zhao Chuanxin, who was in the hotel, had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, when the landline phone rang.

Telephones are only installed in the Premier Suites.

Zhao Chuanxin picked it up and heard a familiar voice, it was Da Luo.

Da Luo said: "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you doing?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin heard that Da Luo's tone was a little rushed.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned: "I did a lot of things last night, which caused me to be very sleepy today and want to sleep." ”

"What?" Da Luo paused: "You make such a fuss, do you think I will send an army to besiege you?" The United States does not lack the courage to break the net, the War of Independence, the Civil War, the Spanish-American War, we have experienced the test of blood and fire. I think that although the army is used against you alone, no one in the international community will laugh at the United States. ”

Zhao Chuanxin guessed that Da Luo was scaring him, or was he serious?

Zhao Chuanxin does not think that he is smarter than Da Luo, and it is often difficult to distinguish between true and false words of politicians.

The deeper the understanding of the war, the less energetic Zhao Chuanxin was that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

Even though he has endless methods, there are too many factors that can kill him on the battlefield.

If the army is exhausted, under the siege at any cost, the chance of Zhao Chuanxin dying should be more than ninety percent.

The Fortitude armor that was the core raw material of the Creation of War could not stop the shells, and even under the heavy machine gun fire, he might not survive without cover.

Seeing that he was silent, Da Luo had to take an inch: "I don't want a next time." ”

Zhao Chuanxin immediately answered: "I dare next time." ”

"You ......"

Thank you all for the monthly pass, it will explode in a few days, and allow me to save up ammunition.

(End of chapter)