Chapter 487: Face Me Again, Smash Your Head
In order not to go around in circles, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Xinghui Catering Company first from North Talitown.
Jean Byrne, the clerk who knew how to do tailoring that Zhao Chuanxin met in the store that day, was sitting in the corner of the reception room at this time, with a blue nose and swollen face sitting like a gas bag.
There are other franchisees who come here to discuss business in the reception room.
Abraham Cohen chatted enthusiastically with several staff members and franchisees.
Now that the food truck business is booming, Abraham Cohen took it upon himself to increase the franchise fee.
Because Zhao Chuanxin said that the monopoly is at most one year, after this year, you have to let go.
Abraham Cohen and Big Smith decided to make a lot of money in one year, and the company will be upgraded next year, when the market will become involuted, and whether they can survive or not will be left to fate.
When Zhao Chuanxin came to the company, Abraham Cohen wanted to leave the franchisee to welcome Zhao Chuanxin, but he waved his hand to stop him.
Formalism is not necessary, but it is still the most important thing to make money.
He walked straight for Jean Byrne.
Jean Byrne saw Zhao Chuanxin and stood up aggrievedly: "They beat me ......"
"Yes, let your mouth be cheap." Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him face.
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Jean Byrne picked up the oversized suitcase on the ground: "I decided to go with you." β
Zhao Chuanxin didn't talk nonsense, and walked outside first.
Jean Byrne looked at Abraham Cohen cautiously, and saw that the other party had no intention of stopping him, so he followed him out.
"Give me the box." Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to Jean Byrne.
He handed the box over.
As soon as Zhao Chuanxin picked it up, the box disappeared.
Jean Byrne was taken aback: "Where did you hide my luggage?" β
Zhao Chuanxin replied to the question: "Your name is Jean Byrne?" β
"yes."
Jean Byrne.
Jean Bernγ
Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "When you go to China, you have to give a Chinese name, so that it is easy to eat." According to the pronunciation of your name, I'll give you a name, just Jiang Bo. β
When Jean Byrne heard this, he felt that it was indeed a bit like it, so that when others called him, he would not be rude because he did not react.
He shrugged: "It's all up to you." But where did you put my box? It contained all my belongings. I'm going to rely on these belongings to turn over. β
"Hehe, salted fish turned over? I think you're going to stick to the pan. Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you can turn over or not depends not on your belongings, but on whether you choose a non-stick pan." β
Jiang Bo scratched his head, not understanding too much.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked again.
Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.
Zhao Chuanxin took him to the station to buy a ticket.
"Two tickets for the front row of the first carriage." Zhao Chuanxin slapped the money on the table.
The conductor looked at them.
Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were ridged: "What?" If you see that I am Chinese, you will not sell my first bus ticket? β
The conductor's face changed drastically: "No, no, it's for sale." β
Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "Then don't you fucking hurry up?" β
Jiang Bo coughed and whispered, "You still call me cheap?" β
Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you are cheap or not, it depends on your strength." If he dares not to sell my ticket because I am Chinese, I will let him die here today, instead of showing his empty holster to scare people. β
"Just blow it." Jiang Bo didn't believe it.
Until now, he didn't even know Zhao Chuanxin's identity and didn't know Zhao Chuanxin's name.
This product is also a wonder, without knowing the details, he dared to come to Zhao Chuanxin and go to Asia with him.
Maybe it was his white identity that gave him confidence, or maybe he was desperate and decided to fight.
When the tram came, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the front seats on the tram were still empty, so he squeezed a white man next to him, got on the train with long legs, and muttered: "What the hell is squeezing, rushing to reincarnate?" β
Jiang Bo: "......"
After Zhao Chuanxin got on the bus, his butt stuck to the front seat.
The legs are spread wide, and one person occupies two positions.
A white man saw this: "Please let me sit here." β
Zhao Chuanxin sat with a golden knife: "A little back, my butt is big, I have to sit like this." β
"You ......"
Zhao Chuanxin glared: "What are you?" Believe it or not, I'm going to find Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to beat you to death? Dare to discriminate against the Chinese? β
When the white man heard this, his neck shrunk and he obediently went to the back row.
Obviously, I have heard about Zhao Chuanxin's killing.
Jiang Bo stood next to Zhao Chuanxin and said speechlessly: "Thank you for giving me a seat, now you can give me the side." β
He felt that Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate to offend people, just to occupy a position for him, and he was quite moved.
Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "You think too much, right?" I'm not taking your place, get out of here. β
Jiang Bo opened his mouth: "Fake, I have never seen such an arrogant person. β
Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Oh, you saw it today." β
Many people feel that quality is important abroad.
To be reasonable, if you have excellent strength, quality is a fart? If you have low self-esteem and are a little troubled, your own people will be infighting first.
Foreign countries all talk about quality?
Will there be discrimination when it comes to quality?
didn't sit for long, Zhao Chuanxin took Jiang Bo out of the car.
219 Madison Avenue, Manhattan, Morgan House.
This is New York's most famous mansion, set on 11 acres in the middle of nowhere.
The house is retro style, with red walls and black tiles, and three floors.
Jiang Bo looked at the magnificent gate and the bodyguard with a majestic expression that was obviously equipped with weapons, and cringed a little: "Whose house is this?" What are we going to do? β
Zhao Chuanxin pouted: "If you have feelings, you are afraid of being soft and hard, right?" β
When you meet someone who is obviously rich and powerful, you will immediately coax it.
Jiang Bo's neck stiffened: "I'm afraid? Ha, what am I afraid of, what is this, I want to ...... back then"
However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance and walked straight towards the door.
The bodyguard stretched out his hand to stop: "What for?" β
Stretching out his hand, he also wanted to push Zhao Chuanxin's chest.
Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the bodyguard's arm, but he didn't see how hard he worked, the bodyguard was short, and his arm made a "gaba" sound.
It's not broken, it's just twisted.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next time you dare to stretch out your claws, I will break it for you!"
Go, tell old Morgan that I'm coming to pay him back on behalf of Nikola Tesla, and let him come out to meet me. β
As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the bodyguard away.
The bodyguard shook his aching joints with an ugly face, and stared at Zhao Chuanxin through gritted teeth, but he still hurriedly ran back to report.
Jiang Bo caught up from behind and said, "Hmph, fortunately he walked fast, otherwise I wanted him to look good." β
"Oh, I'm convinced of that."
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A short time later, Morgan came with bodyguards and a few servants with shotguns.
Jiang Bo, who was behind Zhao Chuanxin, his face stiffened, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, ready to run away.
People are loaded with guns.
Old Morgan may be old, and he is far away from seeing Zhao Chuanxin.
He didn't talk much, just walked with a cold face.
But when he got closer, he wanted to say a few hard words, but after seeing that the person who came was Zhao Chuanxin, his old face was like an iceberg of civilization: "Mr. Zhao? β
Jiang Bo was dumbfounded and blurted out: "This is not . . . Morgan? β
Morgan Sr. is a regular in the newspapers.
Morgan ignored him at all, just stared at Zhao Chuanxin.
Facing a group of gun-wielding people, Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid, walked into the courtyard with his head held high, and casually faced the courtyard. Morgan nodded.
Morgan was not annoyed, and stretched out his hand: "Welcome to the house as a guest, let me do my landlord's friendship today." β
The bodyguard was unbelievable.
The young Asian man in front of him was so rude, but the old Morgan treated him politely.
It's incredible.
However, it was Jiang Bo who was even more shocked.
I blanched, and he actually recognized it. Morgan?
This is America's top rich man, the old guy who stomped his feet and shook Wall Street.
Zhao Chuanxin saw that the muzzle of a servant's shotgun, although it was oblique, was somewhat aimed at him, so he pointed at the man: "If you dare to put the muzzle of the gun at me again, I will smash your head." β
Morgan's face sank: "Why don't you put away the gun soon?" Give me all back. β
Why don't you want to live?
Don't give Zhao Chuanxin a chance to wash the Morgan mansion in blood.
Jiang Bo was stunned.
How it feels. Morgan is afraid of this man?
The servant hurriedly ran back with his gun on his back.
It seems that the elder Morgan is quite prestigious.
Zhao Chuanxin said to him at this time: "Today is mainly to pay back Nikola Tesla." β
Morgan had heard from the bodyguard before, but after finding out that it was Zhao Chuanxin, he wondered and asked, "Mr. Zhao has a relationship with him?" β
"Oh, he's actually my half-brother."
......Morgan opened his mouth and didn't speak.
The total area of the Morgan Mansion is naturally not as large as Zhao Chuanxin's Ethan Manor, after all, Ethan Manor also covers a mountain.
However, the Morgan Mansion has a larger floor area than the villa at Ethan Manor, almost 2,600 square meters.
The villas in Ethan Manor are very modern, and they are the kind of style that Zhao Chuanxin likes.
And the Morgan Mansion, similar to some old mansions in China, is antique, with many inconspicuous details, such as an owl carved on a small arched window.
If you don't look closely, you won't find it.
The windows are glazed, the walls are patched, and the columns show the appearance of repeated painting.
Entering the villa, the carpets, curtains, wallpaper, carved mirror frames, wooden reliefs, all the details are exquisite.
Even the corners under the stairs are hollow in the sky, with two staggered sofas.
Zhao Chuanxin seems to have seen this kind of placement somewhere, if the two lovers are sitting, the front will be staggered, and then they can kiss each other on the side of their faces.
Morgan introduced them all the way and took them to the study.
The study is large and has a lot of chairs in it.
Seem. Morgan often meets many guests here at the same time.
Zhao Chuanxin sat down unceremoniously and said to the housekeeper: "Go get a cigar and bring me a cup of jasmine tea, if not, black tea." β
Morgan hurriedly added: "To be the best." β
The butler bowed and left.
Jiang Bo entered the mansion for the first time, and Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, and it was strange to see everything.
The luxury of this place made him gasp.
This product is very cowardly, but seeing that Zhao Chuanxin is mainly anti-customer, he also sat down with a good attitude, and deliberately raised Erlang's legs.
Zhao Chuanxin casually slapped $30,000 on the table: "I smashed the pot and sold iron, and I scraped together enough $30,000 to help my brother who didn't make it back to you, I'm really miserable." β
Jiang Bo saw 15 stacks of colorful banknotes, and his eyes were about to pop out.
In his life, he had never seen so much money.
......Morgan said, "Mr. Zhao, I would like to ask you first, are you interested in Wordenclifftta or Nikola Tesla?" β
(End of chapter)