Chapter 422 How Do I Know if You Have Been Poisoned?

"In a certain sense, Chen Yigeng is indeed the king of New York. Who dares to offend him now in New York? Half of the police in New York have been dispatched, so there is still nothing they can do to him?"

"Haha, have you heard about the Great White Fleet? Our fleet is here, and with one shot, the King of New York will be wiped out!"

"Shit, have you ever seen any country fire artillery into its own city?"

"That's true. But I heard that the Great White Fleet is really strong, and the Japanese should have trouble sleeping and eating."

"The international situation is very turbulent. I think there will be a world-wide war within a few years."

"It is indeed possible. I read in an economic magazine that the economic situation is closely related to the war. Look at Wall Street. Yesterday it was encouraging the market, but today it has plummeted. Who can say for sure?"

Zhao Chuanxin was quite happy to hear them bragging.

Even ordinary people, even if they talk nonsense, can often accurately predict future events.

For example, these two men got three things right: Japan's worries, World War I, and the war's transfer of economic pressure...

He watched Rebecca Levy busy, and Rebecca Levy also raised her head. Their eyes collided, and Rebecca Levy quickly lowered her head.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished smoking his third cigarette, he suddenly saw Arthur Gompers coming with his two apprentices.

So he stood up and went to greet me: "What are you doing here?"

Arthur Gompers looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise: "I received a call from Sing Sing Prison. It was from the witness named Andrew Miller in the Rockefeller lawsuit. He said he was unsure and wanted to hear about it. your opinion."

Previously, he had discussed the lawsuit with Zhao Chuanxin, and mostly thought about bragging after dinner.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin was also involved in this matter.

The boss is the boss!

Zhao Chuanxin said impatiently: "I have a stupid opinion. My opinion is that all the dirty water that can be poured out should be poured out on Rockefeller."

"..." Arthur Gompers was speechless: "Then I will reply to him like this?"

"Forget it." Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, he had a lot of things on his mind and couldn't leave at all. He said, "Go and ask Abraham to go to Xingxin Prison and talk to him, so that we can get to know each other. It just so happens that Abraham's cousin is also in Xingxin Prison."

"Then what should I explain?"

"Let Abraham tell Andrew that the matter is over and he doesn't have to worry about Rockefeller attacking him."

The court hearing has been announced to the world, and Zhao Chuanxin believed that if Rockefeller had any brains, he would not risk the public disapproval to cause trouble to Andrew Miller.

Rebecca Levi is indeed becoming more and more proficient. While doing things, she can still find time to peek at Zhao Chuanxin's activities.

Speaking of his cousin, Arthur Gompers couldn't help but look up at Rebecca Levi.

This is the wife of Abraham Cohen's cousin.

Their triangle relationship is well known within the food truck gang.

Arthur Gompers admired the tall figure and magnanimous heart, and asked, "Is that all?"

"Yes, the main thing is to make him feel at ease."

"Okay, then I'll buy some sandwiches and we'll eat them on the way."

Bian Dian ran to line up.

What kind of obscene habit is it to queue up and rub your hands like flies?

Margaret Gompers said: "Master, my father wants me to go to school. What should I do if I don't want to go?"

"Well, let's go ahead. Don't be like your senior brother, who actually learns something that can't be beaten ten thousand times."

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

I learned it all from Master.

Margaret Gompers pouted and said, "But it's enough for me to learn from you."

Benjamin Goldberg finally couldn't help it: "Then it will be the same as me."

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him.

Benjamin Goldberg bared his teeth.

The dead pig's expression of not being afraid of boiling water is exactly the same as Zhao Chuanxin's.

If his father, Samuel Goldberg, met him, he would definitely wonder whether Zhao Chuanxin lived next door to Rachel Kervis when she was pregnant with Benjamin Goldberg.

"You still have to study, but master, talk to your teacher when the time comes, and I can pick you up occasionally."

Margaret Gompers said crisply: "Master, my family members say that my illness has been cured."

"That's right, so I can't always keep you with me. I'm good at treating mental illnesses, but I'm not good at curing someone who's not sick."

"..."

Benjamin Goldberg: What do you mean?

Arthur Gompers came back with the sandwich happily: "Children, it's time to eat."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that each of them had a crayfish sandwich and said in disbelief: "Where's mine?"

Although I may not be proud of this one, selling more copies will make money.

Lao Zhao went crazy thinking about money.

Arthur Gompers: "..."

After they left, Zhao Chuanxin took out his diary, but seeing the crowds of people on the street, he put it away again.

He couldn't stare intently at the diary in a place where he wasn't sure if there was any danger.

Finally, when lunch time was almost over, Rebecca Levi got out of the dining car: "Boss, the ingredients are sold out."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the beads of sweat on her forehead and how tired she was, so he said, "Let's get off work."

Rebecca Levi shook her head, her voice a little excited: "Let's go get the ingredients and continue in the afternoon. I think we can sell more in the evening."

She could foresee that as long as she worked hard and committed herself, she would soon be able to plug the hole in the franchise fee.

This is more than a male worker earns in the city.

At this time, the main force supporting the family was still male workers, with men taking care of the outside and women taking care of the house.

"That's okay."

The two of them drove back.

On the way, Rebecca Levi asked: "Boss, Abraham said that the regional manager will give a commission to the salesperson who recruits franchisees. If I can recruit franchisees, will I also get a commission?"

"Okay, your regional manager is Abraham, you can discuss it with him."

"Then can I write the words "recruiting franchisees" on the dining car?

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "You are quite smart."

Rebecca Levi felt embarrassed.

Zhao Chuanxin rarely praised her, and if he didn't train her, everything would be fine.

"I think it's okay, but you still have to discuss it with Abraham."

Rebecca Levi suddenly said: "Boss, can I change to a regional manager?"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

She was very sensitive and said quickly when she saw this: "I just said it casually, you don't need to take it to heart."

Zhao Chuanxin saw her reaction and asked, "Why do you want to change the regional manager?"

Rebecca Levi lowered his head: "I'm worried about other people gossiping."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Abraham really cares about you."

Rebecca Levi's face turned pale: "Boss, I..."

"Aren't you most afraid of Abraham's sudden concern?"

When Rebecca Levi saw Zhao Chuanxin smiling, she suddenly became sulky, turned her head and stopped talking.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips.

This day has been so fulfilling.

Zhao Chuanxin had never been so busy except when he was in school and studying arts. Even if he was on the battlefield, he could handle it with ease.

After closing the stall at night, I just felt physically and mentally exhausted.

It is conceivable that Rebecca Levi must be more tired.

But she was very energetic, perhaps because she saw hope.

In fact, everyone has paid for life to some extent. When faced with the consequences, some choose to take the initiative, while others passively bear it. Most people who bear it go over the trough, while those who bear it get stuck in the quagmire.

Rebecca Levy belongs to the former.

Zhao Chuanxin does not belong to either. He is both heartless and courageous. He will always be a weakling who cannot be killed. When the sky falls and others run away, he may be taking a nap, and there may be death on both sides, but death completely different mentality.

For this kind of person, someone will take care of him. But those who are anxious will most likely find in the end that they are not as good as that kind of person.

Zhao Chuanxin sent her home.

"Can you arrange the horse and carriage?"

"Okay, I'll clear a place in the backyard, and I'll ask someone to build a stable." Rebecca Levi lowered her head and said. "That's all we can do today."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin took out the water bottle again: "You..."

Rebecca Levi mustered up the courage, raised her head and said, "You come in and sit down, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care: "That's fine, as long as you're not afraid of others gossiping."

Rebecca Levi lowered her head and led the way without speaking, and Zhao Chuanxin could not see her face clearly.

After entering the house, Zhao Chuanxin looked at it.

There is no formal living room, but the small space is very tidy. The floor is full of scratches, but not even a hair can be seen.

There was a very old carpet on the floor. It was not dirty, but the color had faded badly after being washed, and the pattern was no longer complete.

There is an ordinary white porcelain vase on the coffee table, with some dried oregano flowers inserted in it.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised because he couldn't see any trace of a man's life here, as if Abraham Cohen's cousin had never appeared in this family.

Zhao Chuanxin sat at the dining table and rubbed his hand on the table. There was no oil stain at all.

Is this woman afraid of mysophobia?

A good guy, strong, stubborn, timid, shy, sensitive, mysophobic, diligent, and frugal are all elements he hates.

How can a woman be so annoying? Really.

Zhao Chuanxin was determined to cause trouble for her, so he took out his cigarette case, lit one of the empty matches, and threw the burned matches on the ground.

The sharp whistling sound of a kettle boiling came from the kitchen.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned back so that he could roughly see the kitchen.

I saw Rebecca Levi taking out a paper packet the size of an egg from her bag.

Zhao Chuanxin was startled: Damn, aren't you going to drug me?

Then he saw Rebecca Levi pinching a piece of tea leaves from the small paper bag. The tea leaves were rolled and slender, like Lu'an melon slices.

She brewed the tea in the teapot and carefully put the rest into the cupboard.

So what's there to be careful about when it comes to tea?

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips again.

Rebecca Levi came over with a teapot and prepared teacups and coasters for Zhao Chuanxin.

She did look at the matchsticks Zhao Chuanxin threw on the ground and the cigarette ashes that fell from the bullet, but she didn't even frown.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Zhao Chuanxin asked her when he saw that there was only one cup.

"I'm not thirsty." Rebecca Levi shook her head.

"If you don't drink, how will I know if you have drugged me? What if you poison me to death?"

"You..." Rebecca Levi was bitter, turned around, took another tea cup, and poured it for herself.

Then he sat there, blowing hot air from the teacup.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth in joy.

He just loves to drink hot tea, no matter morning or evening. Even if I drink it in the middle of the night, I won't be unable to sleep. It is said that drinking hot tea can cause terminal diseases such as oral cancer and throat cancer, but Zhao Chuanxin sometimes feels that his life may be too long.

It’s also good to reduce the amount appropriately.

He took a sip and said, "Did you just buy it today?"

"Well, I went to Carnell Street and bought it at the Chinese store." Rebecca Levi said dullly.

Carnell Street is not close to Grand Street.

Reminiscing that she went to Xinghui Catering Company very early, she must have gotten up early to buy it.

Lu'an melon slices were not cheap, so she was probably only willing to buy a few.

Could it be...

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked: "Cousin, does he want to drink tea?"

Rebecca Levi was stunned: "I don't know..."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

have no idea?

The couple doesn't know whether the other half drinks tea?

Rebecca Levi asked slightly nervously: "Does this tea taste good?"

Americans have learned their tea-drinking habits from the British. They generally only drink black tea, and the tea is boiled.

In 1904, at the World's Fair in St. Louis, Missouri, a tea merchant offered free iced tea to visitors. Since then, Americans have preferred to drink iced tea rather than hot tea.

Rebecca Levy wasn't sure Zhao would like it.

Zhao Chuanxin made a serious face: "It tastes terrible. You didn't just pick leaves on the roadside and make tea for me, did you?"

Rebecca Levi was anxious and said aggrievedly: "Abraham said you like to drink tea. I got up early to buy this tea. It costs 50 cents an ounce..."

She suddenly paused and stopped talking.

Zhao Chuanxin looked embarrassed.