The Mage in the Late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 453 A Good Teacher Makes a Good Disciple

Samuel Goldberg's eyes went straight, and after a while he smiled and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You are scolding me."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "It seems you are not drunk yet, and you still know the difference between good and bad words."

"Who are you?"

"I am your son's master. Once a master, he is always a father, so you can call me - father."

"Father?"

"Hey, what a big boy." Zhao Chuanxin patted his head.

The bartender laughed.

Samuel Goldberg slapped Zhao Chuanxin's hand away: "You are Ethan, you piece of shit, I recognize you."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "So, do you want to get drunk without getting drunk, or are you just pretending to be a coward with me?"

"I..." Samuel Goldberg was speechless.

The bartender held a match in his mouth and said, "He has been drinking here for a week. I heard that the company where this big banker worked went bankrupt, and he lost everything."

Samuel Goldberg was furious: "What do you know, you know nothing, I... wu wu..."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the back of the head: "Cry a lot, you are so busy!"

A slap stopped the crying.

This slap can be said to be a magic tool to stop crying.

Samuel Goldberg beat his chest and said, "I should have listened to you a long time ago. I was too self-righteous."

Zhao Chuanxin persuaded him three times.

There are no more than three things.

Samuel Goldberg finally stumbled.

I thought Zhao Chuanxian was a financial idiot, but it turned out that he was the clown.

The bartender, Zhao Chuanxin, ordered a sarsaparilla drink, which tasted a little like Sprite.

Then he said calmly: "You don't have to worry about losing money, being in debt, or having a slump in your career. Because you still have three unique skills that you haven't used yet."

What others tried to persuade him was all empty nonsense, such as "the future will be better" and "bad luck will always disappear".

Only Zhao Chuanxin said with certainty that he still had a unique skill. Samuel Goldberg's hazy eyes suddenly lit up with hope, as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw: "Ethan, tell me quickly. What other special skills can I use?"

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was the master. While others suffered losses due to the stock market crash, Zhao Chuanxin made huge profits.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of his drink and said, "Slap on the thigh, act as an afterthought, and work hard blindly. As long as you use these three unique skills, I guarantee you will stretch your hips even more than you do now."

Samuel Goldberg squirts out a mouthful of wine.

He coughed violently: "Ethan, you beast, you are not a human being..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear and said to the bartender: "Give me some ice. Where does your ice come from?"

The bartender said, "It's Ice King Charles who makes the ice."

The sarsaparilla drink with ice tasted better, and Zhao Chuanxin drank it in one gulp.

Then he stood up and stretched out his hand to drag Samuel Goldberg, who was cursing endlessly: "Let's go."

"Don't pull me, I won't leave, I will fight until dawn."

"Jue Ni Ma Jue." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that, he picked him up like a chicken with one hand.

The bartender said, "The bill hasn't been paid yet."

Zhao Chuanxin casually took out the banknotes and threw them on the bar: "The rest will be used as tips."

The bartender watched the two people go away, shook his head, spit out the rotten matches, picked up the bills and counted them: "Hey, don't run, there are still 10 cents left, and a tip..."

Zhao Chuanxin dragged Samuel Goldberg out and said to Rachel Kervis: "You ride the horse and I'll help him sober up."

"I won't."

"Get on your horse, and Mishan will leave on his own."

Samuel Goldberg cursed: "Damn, why are you dragging me?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out a towel and water, moistened it, and handed it to Rachel Kervis: "Cover your mouth and nose."

She did as she was told.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter, dropped a drop of smelly liquid from the faucet on a rag, and used the rag to block Samuel Goldberg's mouth and nose.

And said, “Remember, this is what wine tastes like.”

Rachel Kervis saw her husband's eyes widening as he hurriedly grabbed the rag.

But how strong Zhao Chuanxin was, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be of no avail.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin estimated that he had reached his limit and let go.

"Ugh...wow..."

Samuel Goldberg starts splattering with a mouth and nose like a shower head.

Zhao Chuanxin and Rachel Kervis hid far away.

As long as the wine has not yet melted into his veins, he emptied it.

Samuel Goldberg barely managed to choke to death.

He knelt on the ground in pain, coughing loudly and sniffing.

Then came the second round, and the third round, and it didn't end until the bitter water was vomited out.

Zhao Chuanxin was far away and said calmly: "I hope you can have a long memory. When you drink again, you can think of this taste."

Samuel Goldberg swears he'll never drink again...

It fucking stinks.

He staggered up and looked at Zhao Chuanxin and his wife in confusion.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Mi Shan a wink. The old horse knew the way, and Mi Shan walked back bumpily.

Samuel Goldberg, a bone-shattering man, followed behind him in despair.

Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with Rachel Kervis, and from time to time his wife's cheerful laughter could be heard, which made Samuel Goldberg feel like he was carrying a smile on his back.

Especially when he discovered that his wife came out wearing home clothes.

I feel even worse.

"Ahem..." Samuel Goldberg wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a shy face: "Ethan, when did you come back?"

"Oh? Let me think about it." Zhao Chuanxin made a "√" sign on his chin: "It must have been a few hours. Ever since I went to see Rachel, I have had a really happy day today. It's really wonderful."

Samuel Goldberg looked at him in disbelief, his anger rising: "You, you, what have you done?"

"It's really a lot of things, and the process is very complicated, so I won't go into it. Anyway, there is a lot of water, wet and slippery. There is a very elastic thing, round, I grabbed it, and it feels good. Haha , thinking of this, I can’t help but be dissatisfied with my own skills, I can dribble the ball like flying, really..."

He didn't lie at all. He went into the Hudson River to fish for a ball. Of course it was wet and slippery, and he caught the ball back. There was nothing wrong with what he described.

But Samuel Goldberg's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Rachel Kervis burst out laughing.

Seeing his wife's smiling face, Samuel Goldberg felt the colors above his head changing back and forth.

My son is running around outside all day long, and he is almost a grown-up son.

My wife is also now...

Samuel Goldberg was filled with anger and fear, and raised his fist: "I'll fight you!"

Zhao Chuanxin had his hands behind his back. When the light fist came, he just turned slightly sideways and easily dodged it. Instead, Samuel Goldberg almost fell down.

"If you think about it, you still don't know that your son has made a lot of money and has already plugged up the hole where you were losing money."

Samuel Goldberg was stunned for a moment, forgetting to continue messing around.

Even Rachel Kervis was surprised.

She asked, "Ethan, what does this mean?"

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "You shouldn't have lost 10,000 yuan, right? As long as there is no such amount, Benjamin has already made it back. Maybe he wanted his father to suffer a little and let him have a long memory, so he didn't tell you. "

The two were shocked: Benjamin actually made thousands of dollars?

How did Benjamin Goldberg do it?

Could it be said that a good teacher makes a good disciple?

Yes, the newspaper said that Zhao Chuanxin earned 50 million US dollars.

A full fifty million!

Samuel Goldberg's eyes lit up: "Where's the money?"

"The money is naturally with Benjamin."

In fact, it's on him.

"This bastard thing, no, I have to call him." Samuel Goldberg said with surprise on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin threw cold water: "If you want to use this money to go back to the stock market to make money, then I advise you not to be delusional. Benjamin will not give you this money."

"I..." Samuel Goldberg was at a loss for words when his heart was revealed. "You turned against him?"

At this time, the United States was not able to distinguish clearly as in later generations: the father belongs to the father and the son belongs to the son.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "If I were you, I would lie down at home for a few months and wait until my mood has completely calmed down before I go out to do things."

Again, that’s all.

This time, Samuel Goldberg wasn't as headstrong as before.

But I don’t know if Zhao Chuanxin listened to what he said.

After strolling to their house, Rachel Kervis dismounted and Zhao Chuanxin said, "I'm going home. You can handle your own household affairs."

After saying that, he rode away in a hurry.

Ethan Manor is really a good place, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with fountains, pavilions, and classical sculptures all available.

On one side, you can see the wide and unpolluted Hudson River, and on the other side, there are undulating mountains. In autumn, the leaves on the mountains are of various colors and layer upon layer.

The mountain belongs to him too.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that if this development continues, sooner or later the country may not be able to accommodate his own, so he can raise small animals here, out of sight and out of mind, and wait until the era that truly belongs to him will come back.

Entering the manor, he saw Miao Cuihua working with her servants.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised when he saw Miao Cuihua's condition.

"Sister Hua, why do you seem to be different?"

Miao Cuihua looked at him with a smile: "What's the difference?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it carefully and jumped off the horse: "Radiant!"

Gan Fan ran out and took Mishan away.

Miao Cuihua gently stroked her smooth and tender face: "Really?"

In fact, not only her skin, but even a trace of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes disappeared. Her figure was more well-proportioned than before, and all the fat on her waist had disappeared.

"How did you do it?" Zhao Chuanxin wondered.

"I have taught you everything, so that you can practice the balancing technique at the exact time and in the exact direction."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin is a little doubtful about life. Is this really the case? I also practice and practice more comprehensively, but why there is no change. "By the way, did you spend all your private money on the manor? I took it upon myself to invest your money. This is the income."

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin took out a wad of banknotes and handed it to her with a smile.

Contrary to what Zhao Chuanxin thought, Miao Cuihua didn't give in at all. She took the money generously and put it directly into her pocket.

Mahina put down the tools she was using to trim the shrubs and said, "There is still the last part of the totem that needs to be completed."

Zhao Chuanxin's face fell: "I don't think it's necessary."

The bruises on his body are numb, and I don’t know if the scars will disappear until the year of the monkey.

The key is that it hurts.

Mahina said solemnly: "No, it is very necessary."

Miao Cuihua stepped forward and patted Zhao Chuanxin on the arm: "When it's done, I'll dance for you. Now, I have to go back and prepare dinner."

After saying that, she turned around and left. As she left, her breast rubbed against Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but shudder, and an indescribable numbing feeling hit his scalp.

tingling...

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