Chapter 401 The Afterglow Under Rigel, Specially Prepared for You

Victor Herbert was invited by North Tarrytown Mayor John Vaughan.

John Vaughn saw Zhao Chuanxin talking to him from a distance, and couldn't help but become nervous: "Chief, would you like to go and hear what's going on?"

Knowing Zhao Chuanxin's identity, he was afraid of causing trouble.

If Zhao Chuanxin accidentally beat composer Victor Colbert to death, North Tarrytown would be the headline in tomorrow's New York Times.

George Maher wondered: "Why don't you go in person?"

"Go if you are told." John Vaughan said angrily.

Can he say that he doesn't dare to go?

At least you have some kind of friendship, even though it was a friendship that was unilaterally abused during the laning.

George Maher walked over and overheard a few words.

"Ethan, if you don't go to Broadway, your talent will really be buried."

"Don't tell me this. I only care about national affairs and the suffering of the people."

"Um, you entered politics?"

"No, but I don't dare to worry about my country because of my humble position."

"..."

George Maher burst out laughing.

This old Broadway literary young man collapsed in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

He went back and told the mayor, who wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That's okay, okay..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "As a master of time management, I will never allow myself to miss my beauty sleep. Goodbye, gentlemen and ladies."

Benjamin Goldberg instinctively wanted to run away with Zhao Chuanxin, but Rachel Kervis grabbed him by the collar and said, "I'm going to leave with your master soon, so why don't you treat me honestly?" One night at home?”

Zhao Chuanxin was squeezing out when two little girls suddenly came over.

The two girls can be called the level of beauties.

But he was startled, and he could only hang a big armband up to destroy the flowers with his hands.

He showed a sense of distance in "please respect yourself" and asked: "Ladies, you are blocking my way, are you trying to rob me of wealth or sex?"

The two girls chuckled: "Jie Se."

"Haha, then I won't be sleepy anymore. We have to find a secluded place and have a den fight to determine the winner."

While it was going on, it turned out that Rachel Kravis and Samuel Goldberg were also going back.

Rachel Kervis shouted: "Ethan, why haven't you left yet?"

In the surprised eyes of the two girls, Zhao Chuanxin's face suddenly straightened up after hearing this, and he put his hands behind his back angrily: "Okay, girls, it's time to go home and go to bed. At such a young age, you are not allowed to stay up late. Besides, It’s not safe either.”

Then he turned around and said, "Oh, it's Rachel. These two girls have lost their direction in life. I'm giving them some guidance. Let's go together."

Rachel Kravis looked at the two beautiful girls suspiciously.

Benjamin Goldberg winked quietly at the Master.

Zhao Chuanxin secretly stretched out his finger and nodded at him, signaling him not to tell anyone.

A teacher is better than a disciple.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't mind if this family of three disrupted the "double kill" of offline fans.

He went to the shoe store to pick up the meal, got into the carriage and went back to the manor.

After he left, the two girls found a man: "It was about to happen, but a family came and messed up the matter."

This person has gray and curly hair and a pale face. He is clearly a man, but if you don't look closely, you might think he is an old lady.

None other than Irish Granny Dorrance.

Grandma Dorrance reached into her pocket, pulled out twenty yuan, and divided ten yuan between each person. She said with a smile: "The show didn't work out, so you can stay with me tonight."

But unexpectedly, someone coughed heavily behind him.

Grandma Dorrance frowned and said to the two girls: "Forget it, you rush back to New York overnight and don't stop."

After the two girls left, Charles Baker walked out of the darkness: "Unfortunately, he was not fooled. People will only relax their vigilance and will not wear any weapons when they are exposed."

Grandma Dorrance asked: "How do you know that Chen Yigeng's name is Ethan Zhao? He is so rich?"

Charles Baker smiled mysteriously: "Man, don't forget my connections. In New York, from dignitaries to homeless people, whether they are policemen, criminals, or private detectives, they are all my friends. At first, I thought I was also shocked when I found out that Chen Yigeng and Ethan Zhao were the same person. But the shocking thing was far more than that. It’s just other things that you don’t need to know.”

Grandma Dorrance said regretfully: "If you ask me, why don't you just step forward and give him a shot?"

"Believe me, you're already dead when you pull out your gun."

"So." Grandma Dorrance took the remaining banknotes in her hand and clapped her palms: "We have been squatting in North Tarrytown for many days, but this strategy failed. What should we do next?"

Charles Baker's eyes shone with a cunning light under the lights of the harvest festival: "I got the news that Abraham Cohen, the Jewish guy, rented a front and was going to open a company. He invited many people on the street to play. What kind of cocktail party are the tricks of the upper class? Let’s wait until that day to do it.”

Grandma Dorrance frowned: "I don't quite understand, since this Ethan Zhao is so powerful and rich, why do we have to rack our brains to deal with him?"

Charles Baker shook his head: "At the beginning, I offended him to death in Xinxin Prison. There is a kind of person, if you offend him, you must eliminate the trouble, otherwise you will never have peace. Furthermore, if I let him disappear, believe me, grandma , I will have ten times more connections than I have now. Even those in Washington will invite me as their guest!”

Grandma Dorrance was moved.

Where does this person come from?

…

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin found Miao Cuihua practicing balancing skills in the manor courtyard.

"Sister Hua, it's so late, go to bed quickly."

I thought I was diligent enough, but looking at Miao Cuihua, Zhao Chuanxin realized what it meant to practice diligently.

Miao Cuihua stopped her movements and wiped her sweat: "I discovered that practicing in the evening is better than practicing in the morning, and it is better to practice outdoors than indoors. Have you looked at Betelgeuse? Practice with your back to Betelgeuse, and the effect is better than in other directions. good."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin persuaded: "Sister Hua, are you crazy? You can practice this whenever you have time, and the effect will be the same."

"If you don't believe me, I'll give you a break." Miao Cuihua was about to continue practicing when she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, it would be better to start practicing at the end of the evening."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

He came to Miao Cuihua, winked and said, "Sister Hua, look at the star Betelgeuse."

Miao Cuihua stopped moving again and looked up at the sky.

"What's wrong?"

She turned her head in confusion and touched Zhao Chuanxin's face with her lips.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of her not paying attention and put his face close to him: "Ah, Sister Hua, how could you do this? You are actually being serious. I am a serious person."

Miao Cuihua laughed loudly: "Fuck you."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that she was sweating profusely. It was impossible not to be tired.

He dragged her to sit on the steps of the flower garden and pointed at the star Betelgeuse in the sky: "The West calls this Orion. I want you to see something magical. Look under Orion's belt. Are there a few small stars? Look to the side. , and then glance at the stars out of the corner of your eye, and you will find the stars twinkling there."

Miao Cuihua obeyed: "Huh?"

When she took a closer look, she found the same stars. Turning his gaze, the twinkling stars appeared again.

"Why?"

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Didn't you think I was a god before? In fact, I am Rigel. The three stars under my belt are the afterglow I shed. I have prepared that beautiful scenery just for you."

She was originally a fine wine, but she dressed herself up as boiling water, just for Zhao Chuanxin.

There is no other woman in the world who can treat Zhao like this.

After hearing this, Miao Cuihua's eyes flickered like the stars in the sky, and she looked at the starry sky in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Haha, I'm tired and want to go to bed."

He patted his butt and left, leaving behind a starry sky in the fallen flowerbed in autumn.

The next day, after Zhao Chuanxian had finished breakfast, Miao Cuihua said: "Your clothes have been dried and ironed, don't forget to bring them."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "Why the hell do you live like an office worker again?"

I brought everything and set up a modified dining car for Mishan.

Seeing Marcus Nkrumah cleaning the courtyard, he threw the boots he got from the shoemaker yesterday to the big black man: "These are for you."

"Hehe..." Marcus Nkrumah could only giggle and couldn't even say thank you. No one had ever been so kind to him, but he just scratched his head: "Master, don't you need me to follow you out to protect you?" ?”

"No need."

Zhao Chuanxin went to Benjamin Goldberg's house.

The apprentice and his disciple were leaning against the door and looking forward to it.

Because Samuel Goldberg had already left for New York.

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised, why did he think so? What does it have to do with his apprentice’s father? And why do you think Rachel Kravis is looking forward to her coming?

Then, he noticed an imperceptible hint of joy on Rachel Kervis's face.

Zhao Chuanxin believed that this must be his illusion.

"Ahem, Benjamin, say goodbye to your mother, we are going to the stars and the sea."

Small North Tarrytown is really not worth mentioning in front of Benjamin Goldberg's huge and fantasy mind.

He said goodbye happily and followed his master.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin left without looking back, Rachel Kevis opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

This time, Mishan pulled the carriage, and because there was no Marcus Nkrumah to hold him back, it took only three and a half hours to reach New York.

Zhao Chuanxin first went to Cotton Nightclub. Six Smith looked at Benjamin Goldberg and murmured: "Weird things happen every year, especially this year. Cotton Nightclub welcomes another minor."

Benjamin Goldberg was quite curious about the inside of the nightclub and stretched his neck to watch.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his head: "You are not yet at the age of lust. Stop talking nonsense, what kind of Smith are you?"

"six."

"Six Smith, where is the office Abraham Cohen is looking for?"

"Boss, it's at 169 Grand Street, not far from the Grand Public Library."

Zhao Chuanxin briefly recalled: "It's okay, not particularly shabby."

He hurried away with his apprentice.

169 Grand Street, inside the store.

Abraham Cohen, Big Smith and Li Xiling were chatting.

Isaiah next to him could only listen.

Abraham Cohen said: "You have to think of a loud and impressive name."

Big Smith said, "Why don't we just call it Smith's Food Truck Company."

Li Xiling sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Li Xiling learned the identity of Zhao Chuanxin from Situ Meitang, and was specifically responsible for cooperating with Zhao Chuanxin's dining truck gang.

Abraham Cohen said: "Forget it, don't think about it for now. When everything gets on track, it's time for us to divide the territory."

Big Smith hurriedly said: "Anyway, Brooklyn will definitely belong to me."

"You can't eat it. Do you know how many streets there are in Brooklyn?" Abraham Cohen said with confidence: "There are 1,939 streets in total!"

Even Li Xiling was shocked.

It is said that Jews are good at managing money and doing business, and it turns out to be true.

This grandson actually knows how many streets there are in Brooklyn.

Big Smith stammered: "Here, I'll try my best to expand the scale. I think I can still eat it."

"No, you can't!" Abraham Cohen was sure of victory: "The boss has already made a plan. We call it franchising. You can be a regional manager, but you can't directly operate all the food trucks because you are unable to do so."

Li Xiling listened in confusion.

For a rough guy like him, he doesn't understand the terms franchise and regional manager.

Big Smith seemed to understand: "Isn't that no different from dividing the territory of a neighborhood?"

Shaking his head, Abraham Cohen said: "Regional manager, this is not like a gang. What we want to do is a serious business. Only by attracting ordinary people to join us can we become bigger and stronger. Think about it, in the future, we will have our food truck in every neighborhood. Great plan?"

The two of them were excited by what he said.

Big Smith said excitedly: "Then I will be the regional manager of Brooklyn."

Li Xiling said: "I am the regional manager of Manhattan Chinatown and the Triangle."

Suddenly, Isaiah next to him interrupted: "Mr. Cohen, can I be a regional manager?"

Abraham Cohen was stunned.

The people talking are all big guys, but you, an errand boy, still want to be a regional manager?

He curled his lips disdainfully: "You should just be an errand boy. This profession is suitable for you."

Big Smith and Li Xiling both laughed sarcastically.

Anger flashed across Isaiah's face.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and walked in: "What are you laughing at?"

Abraham Cohen's face showed joy: "Boss, you are finally back. Come and name our company. It is best to list it tomorrow. I will invite colleagues from all walks of life to hold a cocktail party the day after tomorrow..."

Additional update on the 28th