Chapter 447 Whenever Zhao Chuanxin Is Here, Beat Him Everywhere

Sure enough, what was supposed to come came.

Zhao Chuanxin still has some assets that have not been dissipated.

He said solemnly: "You deal with them first. As for Shell Oil and Royal Dutch Petroleum, haha, I will call the Dutch royal family to discuss whether I can get involved. As for Rockefeller, leave him alone."

Thomas W. Lawson said in surprise: "Boss, do you still recognize the Dutch royal family?"

"Haha, I don't know many people, just one."

Just one - the Queen of the Netherlands.

Wilhelmina Helena Paulina Maria, Zhao Chuanxin's little Nana.

Americans are like the rising nouveau riche. Even if their wealth exceeds that of European aristocrats, they still yearn for the aristocratic heritage.

Thomas W. Lawson said with envy: "Boss, you are not a showy person, but your contacts are really broad."

"Stop talking nonsense and deal with that bullshit investigation committee quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin found that the pen was broken. He pulled the pen tip out of his desk and threw it into the trash can.

He raised his head and asked: "Continue, who smashed the catering company?"

Abraham Cohen gritted his teeth and said, "It's an organization called the Southern Front."

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "This name seems familiar."

Abraham Cohen explains: “This is an all-white organization.

They are against all people of color.

I estimate there are two reasons why they smashed our company.

The first one is because Xinghui Catering Company was exposed as your boss's company, and you made a lot of money. They don't like Asians.

The second reason is that yesterday, in accordance with Roosevelt's order, the Great White Fleet announced the launch of a circumnavigation of the world. This news may have excited them and felt that the rise of white power had stimulated them.

One of my men was beaten to death by them. "

Seeing Asians making a lot of money makes your eyes red, right?

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "How brave! Did the Great White Fleet give them courage?"

Abraham Cohen said: "Boss, this Southern Front is not easy to deal with. These people are vicious and vicious, and many of them are even veterans."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

He thought for a moment, picked up the phone again, and dialed the dial.

The call was connected, and the operator said: "This is the New York City Police Department's First Precinct. What can I do?"

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin, and I'll let your director, Francis Collins, do the talking."

Abraham Cohen was stunned.

I blanch!

That's awesome, okay?

The three words "Zhao Chuanxin" have once again caused huge waves in the United States after a long time.

The operator naturally knew this, and he was startled: "You, you, wait a moment..."

Not long after, the voice of Francis Collins, who had met Zhao Chuanxin before, sounded: "Mr. Zhao, it's a pleasure to talk to you again."

At the beginning, Zhao Chuanxian's pseudonym was Chen Yigeng, and he had an encounter with Francis Collins when he was protecting Andrew Miller in the First Precinct.

"Francis, as an old friend, I have a favor to ask of you."

"..." Who the hell is your old friend?

Francis Collins looked around guiltily to make sure no one heard what Zhao Chuanxin said, and then said: "Mr. Zhao, if you can help me with anything, I will definitely help you."

Chen Yigeng was very difficult to deal with. All the New York police were dispatched but they couldn't deal with him.

Francis Collins was even more frightened when he learned that Chen Yigeng was Zhao Chuanxin.

The Butcher of the Far East, also called the God of War.

Even the Marines with their cannons couldn't defeat him.

At this time, cannon can be called the king of land warfare weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I want you to help me investigate. There is an organization called the Southern Front. Where is their base camp."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I'll get back to you within an hour!"

At this time, the landline phone had serious sound leakage. Abraham Cohen pricked up his ears, but he could still hear something clearly.

Chief of the New York City Police Department's First Precinct, Francis Collins, was too kind...

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin immediately dialed another number.

Abraham Cohen clearly heard the other end of the phone say: "Hello, this is the Roosevelt Manor. Who are you looking for?"

Roosevelt?

Da Luo?

Abraham Cohen's eyes widened. He couldn't be who he thought he was, could he?

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm looking for Edith Roosevelt."

Edith Roosevelt?

Abraham Cohen turned his head and quickly remembered who this woman was.

I’m going to blanch Da Luo’s wife!

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The Roosevelt Estate is located on the north shore of Long Island, Oyster Bay, New York.

This is the private residence of the Da Luo family, and it is still open to the public until the twenty-first century.

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that Edith Roosevelt was actually there.

After a while, the familiar voice of Edith Roosevelt sounded: "I am Edith Roosevelt, who are you?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

"..." Edith Roosevelt said in a rather helpless tone: "I told you not to mess around, but do you think what you are doing is human affairs? I asked you if you have any agenda on Wall Street, and you told me I was making a small fuss. Is $50 million a small fuss? Now, the Dow Jones Index has fallen by 43%, industrial production has dropped by 7%, and more than 180 trust companies have closed down. This number is still rising rapidly. increase!"

Listening to her barrage of accusations, Zhao Chuanxin said pitifully: "Don't say that, Edie, I have social fears and I can't bear to hear accusations."

"Accusation?" Edith Roosevelt suddenly raised her voice: "Accusation is the lightest punishment for you, you know? Social fear? If you have social fear, we have to be shy and don't leave the door without even taking a step forward?"

Abraham Cohen was stunned.

The relationship between Da Luo's wife and Zhao Chuanxin sounds very close.

How the hell do you say that?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled playfully: "Edie, every night I miss you, I stay up all night. For the sake of insomnia, please do me a favor."

"Bah! Don't talk nonsense, I advise you to be more serious."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tell me how to get through Wilhelmina's phone number. We were in such a hurry that we didn't have time to contact each other..."

Edith Roosevelt gritted her teeth: "Every night I have a sleepless night thinking about me. When I can't sleep, I think about Wilhelmina, right?"

After saying that, she felt something was wrong.

But it is difficult to collect water.

It's too much like flirting.

Abraham Cohen's head buzzed: Stone hammer kick?

There was a faint green light on Da Luo's head that was unsettling.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Don't say that, Edie, we also have a lot of good memories, such as those unforgettable times in the restaurant, the carriage and when you took a shower."

Abraham Cohen suddenly felt very excited. After all, he was young and nosebleeds were easy to come out.

Restaurants, carriages and baths... can places be so diverse?

Edith Roosevelt remembered being watched by Zhao Chuanxin while taking a shower. She blushed and spat: "Stop talking, leave the phone to me. It's already very late in Amsterdam and I've already gone to bed. If I promise to call you back, you can stay by the phone tomorrow."

"Harm, let me tell you, I really can't live without you..."

Before Zhao Chuanxin could finish his words, the call was hung up.

He let it go without any hesitation.

As soon as I put it down, the phone rang again.

"I am Francis Collins, Mr. Zhao. The headquarters of the Southern Front is in the German Village of Williamsburg, the Blue Goose Tavern..."

"Thank you, Francis. Our friendship will last forever. Goodbye."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up immediately: "Go shake people, I want to start a group!"

The number of passengers on the tram crossing the Williamsburg Bridge suddenly increased.

In the narrow carriage, passengers cast puzzled looks because they saw blacks, whites and Asians riding together in harmony.

This was an extremely rare scene in the crowded environment of 1907.

They did not scold each other or push each other because of discrimination, but judging from their temperaments, these people did not look like good people. They had tough expressions and bulging bags under their clothes. Occasionally, the carriage shook, but when they stabilized their bodies, they The murder weapon will be revealed.

Therefore, passengers did not dare to breathe.

When they arrived at the Williamsburg Pier, these people got off the bus and joined another group of equally fierce men on the ferry.

Someone vaguely saw an Asian man wearing a military green coat standing on the pier of Williamsburg.

Blacks, whites, and yellows, everyone present looked enthusiastically at the man smoking while leaning on the railing, his hair messy in the cool sea breeze.

Regardless of good or bad, Zhao Chuanxin at this time is a symbol in the United States, especially New York.

There are those who hate him deeply, but there are also those who fear him.

See Abraham Cohen, the Smith Brothers and Li Xiling all here.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt into the sea and turned around.

The huge crowd immediately fell silent.

From their faces, Zhao Chuanxin could see a hint of fear.

The Southern Front is different from ordinary gangs and the like.

Gangs are just looking for money.

The Southern Front, this group of people gathered together with a twisted belief, and even ordinary gangs did not dare to provoke them.

Seeing the crowd quiet down, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Protect our property, protect our friends, do the right thing, and sleep peacefully.

Let our iron fists strike the enemy's face; let our swords and guns drink the enemy's blood.

Xinghui Catering Company is the foundation of your establishment and the starting point for your career to take off.

Now, there are people who don’t respect that and think they are OK again.

What kind of southern front are there? Today I, Zhao Chuanxin, will put on his armor and charge forward.

Do you dare to fight? "

"dare!"

Everyone agreed with a roar.

Seeing that his words had successfully dispelled the fear in their hearts, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Blood flowed like a river!"

"Rivers of blood!"

At the Blue Goose Tavern in Brooklyn's German Village, a group of strong white men were changing glasses.

There was a fat man with gaping teeth, holding up a beer glass, and loudly shouted: "Except for us, everyone else is inferior! Damn Zhao Chuanxin, this yellow bug, thinks he is so awesome, he dares to exploit him. Our white people's money, this time the guys did a good job, smashed his company, let him know who has the final say in this country. For this, drink this cup full!"

"Drink victory!"

After a drink, the group was in high spirits, feeling the joy after the "victory of skin color".

Some people are still clear-headed: "Heinrich, Zhao Chuanxian is not an ordinary person. If we do this, will we stir up a hornet's nest?"

Heinrich was a big, fat man with a gaping tooth. He laughed wildly and said: "I am invincible. What kind of Italian Mafia, what kind of Black Brotherhood, what kind of Jewish gang, what kind of Irish Dorrance, what kind of Chinese Anliang Tang, they If you see me, you have to hide far away!

Who the hell isn't afraid of us Southern Front in New York?

Even if the police encounter us, we have to take a detour!

Whenever Zhao Chuanxin is here, I will beat him until he has teeth all over the floor! Scared? "

At this time, the door of the tavern opened with a creak.

An obviously Asian face with a smile poked its head in.

In the whole room, all the white-faced men turned their heads, and the air became terrifyingly quiet for an instant.