Back in North Tarytown.

Jiang Bo was a little disappointed when he saw that he had left New York City and was heading towards the poor countryside.

It seems that Zhao Chuanxin is not lying, and the $30,000 may really be made up by smashing the pot and selling iron.

At least, in terms of financial resources, Zhao Chuanxin should not be a person of the level of old Morgan.

However, waiting for the carriage to just pass through North Talitown and continue to move towards the desolate area, Jiang Bo finally couldn't help it: "Are we going to go to the wilderness to sleep?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin half-closed his eyes to recuperate, and didn't care about this broken mouth at all.

Finally, the carriage arrived at Ethan Manor.

The total size of Ethan Manor is much grander than that of Morgan House, and the décor inside looks stylish and refreshing.

Jiang Bo's mouth opened wide in astonishment: "Whose home is this?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes: "Mine." ”

As he spoke, he took out the money and threw it to the coachman: "Tip for you." ”

The coachman hurriedly said, "No, sir, Mr. Morgan will pay my salary." ”

Zhao Chuanxin left without looking back.

The coachman looked at it and immediately cried and laughed: Good fellow, ten cents, what about sending Hanako?

Zhao saw Nikola Tesla sitting by the garden, chatting with Benjamin Goldberg.

The two danced hand in hand, and the spittle flew everywhere.

The old monk sat next to him as if he was listening to a master who debated the scriptures.

Jiang Bo was shocked: "Hey, that dog is very human." ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't reply: "I think you are also quite human." ”

“……”

The argument between the two seems to be whether the ether exists.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Nicholas, first of all, we're not sure if the aether exists, right? Then if you use this as a theory to build that kind of flying machine, you are doomed to failure. ”

Nikola Tesla disagreed: "Without recognizing the existence of the aether and the indispensable role it plays in the phenomenal world, all attempts to explain the workings of the universe are useless." See, I'm working on the details of it in my head, and it won't be long before I get it out as long as the funds are sufficient. ”

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted them: "Nikolai, I have solved the problem of Woden Creverta, and your debt is gone." Are you going to stay in New York, or are you going to China with me? ”

Nikola Tesla huffed and said, "I'm going to stay in New York now, I'm going to prove the existence of the Aether, I'm going to build an anti-gravity vehicle, and let your apprentice know he's wrong." ”

Benjamin Goldberg pouted disdainfully.

Zhao Chuanxin was willing to pay money, but he was reluctant to give up his Thor's hammer.

I want to come back, but if Nikola Tesla really invents the "mobile phone", it will mean more to the next era.

He said, "I'm going to leave tomorrow, and you really don't want to go with me?" ”

Nikolai Sterling hesitated: "I need a lot of experimental equipment, which is not available in backward Asia. ”

"It can be shipped by ship."

"But what about electricity? What about laboratories? You've got to have these things ready for me so I can get started, right? ”

Zhao Chuanxin thinks about it.

This person's head, idle for three or two years, it will be a great waste.

But he had to say ugly things in front of him: "Nikolai, I will assign you bodyguards, not only to protect you, but also to protect your experimental results, don't leak them, let alone register patents, I don't need to earn royalties, understand?" ”

Nikolai Sterling helplessly: "Got it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the manor again: "If you are tired and want to rest, you can come here and always set aside a room for you." ”

Benjamin Goldberg shrugged: "Nikolai, it's your loss if you don't follow my master. With my Master in charge, our ideas can quickly become reality. People are born with a career, and time is precious for people like you and me. ”

Nikolai Stella swore that "don't worry about this, I will live to be one hundred and fifty years old." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Scientists are good, they can brag casually." ”

He knew that this man had lived to be 86 years old.

It's an advanced age, but it's still early to be 150 years old.

However, he Zhao passed on his salary, and it should not be a problem to live to be 150 years old.

Nikola Tesla said: "I will live to be 150 years old, look, when I am 80 years old, I will still have a lot of energy." ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Well, I believe this." ”

Historically, Nikola Tesla is still full of energy at the age of 80.

Zhao Chuanxin's reaction to his ambition did not satisfy Nikola Tesla.

He pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said: "On the contrary, it is you, who eat unscrupulously and indulge in excessive desires, and people's life span will always decline, be careful that you become weak and powerless when you are old......

Zhao Chuanxin looked up to the sky and sighed: "The saddest thing in life is that people live and the money is gone. You're glad you met me, so you won't be destitute. ”

Jiang Bo's eyes lit up: "This is a great good!"

I also have to raise a son to prevent old age. ”

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "Raising children is not to prevent old age, and only when you have money can you prevent old age!" ”

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin remembered Kang Youwei, who had worked hard to cheat and deceive many years of old capital, and most of it was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

Leave him some foundation, wait for this business wizard to make a comeback, and cut him a wave of leeks while he can still make money, thinking about it, I think it's beautiful.

Night.

Miao Cuihua saw Zhao Chuanxin bring a sand table back to the bedroom.

She wore an empty nightgown, pulled her hair up and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Have you heard of the pen fairy? ”

"Nope." Miao Cuihua shook her head.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the paper pig, took it apart, and then folded a quill according to the method taught to him by Henry Sturgis Morgan.

The pages of the Demon Code are interesting, and they must be "deductive" in order for it to function as it should.

Zhao Chuanxin held the barrel of the folding quill, and the tip of the pen touched the sand table.

He said, "Xingyue, now you can write, right?" ”

The tip of the pen swings horizontally, as if shaking the head.

Miao Cuihua put her chin on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and looked at it, her face full of surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I remember that you used to be able to write." Can you draw then? ”

Maybe the weirdos cut off the expressive function of the stars and moons.

Xingyue manipulated the folding goose quill, walked the dragon and snake on the sand table, and quickly drew a stickman.

Then quickly erase and draw a second stickman.

The two stickmen's heads went up and down, as if nodding, and the answer was yes.

But looking at the stickman, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't cry or laugh.

"Does the Demon Codex have anything to do with you?"

The stickman nodded.

"What's the matter?"

First there is a stickman, next to which there is a boxy shape.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Xingyue erased both.

Then he turned into a stickman.

"Sister Hua, do you understand?"

Miao Cuihua shook her head in confusion and pronounced a long voice through her nose: "Hmm......"

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Xingyue, do you know how long my life can be now?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin found that the length of a person's life span is not a fixed number.

For example, how many years he has gained life, but it is very likely that his life will be reduced by injury or illness or, as Nikola Tesla said, because of poor diet and overindulgence.

A stickman appeared on the sand table, fifty dots were lit behind, and then another stickman appeared.

At this time, the stickman became a little more curved than the previous body, and the three hairs on the top of his head became two.

Then it was about fifty points, and the stickman at this time seemed to have shrunk, and he was directly shorter, his back was slumped, and the hair on the top of his head became a strand.

There are three more points in the back, and the stickman falls.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Hiss...... Fifty years from now, I'll be old? In 100 years, I only have three years to live? ”

Somehow, he was a little relieved, but also filled with a huge loss.

Miao Cuihua turned her head to look at his side face, and said softly: "If something is out of control, I will stop practicing the anti-facial balance technique at that time." Don't be afraid, I'll grow old with you. ”

Growing old together is more romantic than any vow.

"I ......" Zhao Chuanxin's voice became a little hoarse: "Xingyue's words may not be taken seriously, after all, it is crippled now." ”

As soon as the words fell, the quill pen flattened the sand table and re-painted.

A shorter stickman is holding a gun, and the part of the stickman's mouth seems to have splashed some liquid.

The second stickman falls. The third got up, the fourth fell, and the fifth got up.

Zhao Chuanxin's uncle was puzzled: "What do you mean?" Do you mean that I should not be afraid, and get up again if I fall? Do I need you to pour me chicken soup? ”

Xingyue will not be painted.

Zhao Chuanxin dismantled the quill pen and folded it back into a paper pig.

He shook the sand table, turned his head and said: "It's a waste of Lao Tzu's time to talk nonsense with it, the long night is long, I have no intention of sleeping, and the spring night is worth a thousand gold......"

Miao Cuihua smiled charmingly.

Don't be an early king.

Freddie Pavit couldn't go to bed early.

He was calling and telegraphing one after another.

Kang Youwei's shipping company has been owned by Zhao Chuanxin.

Freddy Pavit contacts shipping, Freddy Arms Manufacturing, Arthur Gompas to find stevedores.

After working for half the night, the next morning, he could still get up early to serve Zhao Chuanxin's daily life.

Zhao Chuanxin washed and exercised, and when he was eating breakfast, he beckoned to Freddie Pavit: "Come, let's have a meal together this morning." ”

Freddie Pavett hesitated for a moment, but sat down at the end of the table.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "After I leave the United States, everything here will be handed over to you. As long as you don't delay your normal work, you shouldn't delay getting married and having children, and I'm not a monastery here. ”

In terms of material, Zhao Chuanxin did not treat him badly.

In the manor, he had no worries about food and clothing, and his salary was saved.

Not to mention getting married and having children, even if you go out and start a small business now.

Freddie Pavit was quite satisfied with his current life, and he said gratefully, "Sir, I know, I will take care of my family." ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Maybe the transportation is not convenient now, and when the air transport is developed in the future, you can take a plane to China to have a look." ”

Freddie Pavit was inexplicably a little sad, and her eyes were a little red.

He knew that this time Zhao Chuanxin returned to China, he might leave for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin is moody, but he treats his own people with no violence, even if he does something wrong, he will be scolded at most.

But you must not betray him, or you will die a terrible death.

After breakfast.

Freddy Pavit hurried to arrange for the cargo to be loaded onto the ship.

Truckloads of goods, some from Ethan Manor, some from Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company, were delivered to New York Harbor.

This also includes Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kweis's luggage.

They were in the manor at this time, together with Zhao Chuanxin, waiting for lunch before leaving......

(End of chapter)