When a family of three walked out of the manor gate.

Rachel Kervis asked: "Benjamin, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry?"

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "I ate at Mr. Zhao's place and I was full. Mr. Zhao was very friendly and told me to eat more so that I can be healthy."

He patted his belly.

Rachel Kvis smiled and touched his little head.

Samuel Goldberg couldn't help but glare at him.

Rachel Kervis said: "My dear, otherwise, let Benjamin go to the manor to play. He is still a child, and reputation is not that important to him. What's more, he has no friends in school."

"I will never allow this to happen. When I was his age, I already had clear goals for the future. Age is no excuse for misbehavior."

Rachel Kervis complained: "It has risen to the level of misbehavior, right? He just made some friends. I think Ethan Zhao appreciates our children from the bottom of his heart. I have never heard that

So many kind words."

"Humph!" Samuel Goldberg disagreed: "I think he has ulterior motives!"

"Tch, could he still covet your wealth?"

"You..." Samuel Goldberg was so angry. He was already angry that Asians had more wealth than him. At this time, he was even more jealous because his wife was secretly praising others: "Wealth is not just

Money, reputation, and social connections. My connections are incomparable to his."

Rachel Kervis smiled and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Okay, okay, I'm just joking. I know that with your ability, our wealth will surpass his sooner or later."

Her ability to mobilize men's emotions seems to be innate.

With a few words, all the resentment will be gone.

Samuel Goldberg regained his confidence and said: "I will never set foot on his estate in the future, because this man is too vulgar and his virtue is not worthy of his wealth. Tomorrow, I will visit

Sheriff Maher, ask him to warn Ethan Zhao."

……

A night of silence.

The next day, Miao Cuihua got up early.

She went to the kitchen and directed the cook to make Chinese breakfast in broken English.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished his radio gymnastics and came down to eat, Miao Cuihua complained to him: "These foreign women are really clumsy. They can't chop vegetables. They only know how to use a pan, and they don't know how to mix cold dishes or make steamed buns."

Twisted and twisted."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the fresh morning light, hanging on Miao Cuihua's face through the brightly wiped windows. It was pure, translucent and delicate, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He suddenly discovered that Sister Hua was really beautiful, like a flower that bloomed in its prime.

Miao Cuihua did not notice his gaze and continued: "The kitchen is not very convenient. Let me tell you, Western civilization is actually backward."

Listening to her nagging, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt very warm.

Even in a foreign country, it feels like home.

"Haha, Sister Hua, you can transform it however you want. As long as you are happy, everything will be fine."

Miao Cuihua pinched her waist with both hands: "Then I'm welcome."

She is preparing to carry out drastic reforms in the manor.

Freddie Pavitt usually gets up early and has breakfast first.

As a butler, he naturally cannot share the table with his master.

After breakfast, Zhao Chuanxin said to Freddy Pavitt: "I want you to contact MIT today and ask about Brother Mei's admission. I will give you an address and you can send a telegram to ask the Chicago Academy of Sciences.

Thomas Chamberlain, let that old boy give you face and admit me, Brother Li, into school."

Liu Yuanshan performed the highest etiquette in the world - cupping his fists and saying: "Thank you so much, brother charcoal burner, I really don't know how to thank you."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Think about it, why don't you commit yourself to me?"

"..." Liu Yuanshan blushed: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Haha, where did the Sichuan girl's hotness go?" Zhao Chuanxin joked, and then stopped his smile: "Brother Mei, remember, the most important thing here is to study. I will let Freddy do it every month

I will give you living expenses, not much, but enough to allow you to study with peace of mind. I want you to do your best to learn the skills of Americans. This will not only prepare us for industry in the future, but maybe I will also use this knowledge in the future.

Domestic communication."

Liu Yuanshan suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "Do you rely on me alone?"

"No, there will be a steady stream of overseas students coming to study in the future. The science and technology of the American devils have advanced by leaps and bounds in recent years, especially in industry, and they have the potential to surpass Europe."

"I will try my best!"

At this time, Chinese people are down-to-earth and pragmatic, and they have the opportunity to acquire knowledge. It is really a head-turning study, and they will never waste their good years.

However, Zhao Chuanxin wants to change the country's bad habit of only focusing on liberal arts.

After making money, he plans to support a group of students specializing in science to further their studies.

If you think about it, there are so many places to spend money.

Li Shutong was forcibly dragged to the United States by Zhao Chuanxin.

He asked: "Where will we go then?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said, "I'll take you for a walk in New York City later."

Mahina said: "Sir, let's finish the tattoo first while the daylight is bright."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faltered.

I'm going to get an injection again.

Thinking of Mahina hitting turtle needles with a stick, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Why don't you say it again? There's no rush."

"No." Mahina said stubbornly: "It has to be done in one go. If it takes a long time and the color is uneven, it is disrespectful to the gods."

Zhao Chuanxin grimaced, moved the chair to the edge of the manor's garden, and asked Mahina to continue "knocking on the back", which inevitably caused another burst of howling.

When George Marshall arrived at the manor, he heard screams.

He was so frightened that he opened the button of the holster and was ready to draw the revolver at any time.

When he saw that the scream came from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, he was relieved at first, and then a little angry.

The Asian manor owner mentioned by Mr. Samuel Goldberg is indeed an unpleasant guy. Why is he yelling when he has nothing to do?

He thought there was a murder.

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When Marcus Nkrumah saw him, he quickly turned around and ran towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, Sheriff Maher from the town is here."

Without his notification, Zhao Chuanxin also saw George Maher and his men with his hands on his waist and his chest and belly raised.

"Okay, you did a good job. You need to be more vigilant in the future. It's best to come back and report when someone is a hundred or ten meters away from our manor."

Marcus Nkrumah couldn't understand the implication of Zhao Chuanxin's words at all, so he heard Zhao Chuanxin praising him, scratched his head and smiled honestly: "I know, sir."

"..."

I had a good attitude toward Samuel Goldberg yesterday because I wanted to help his children.

But when Sheriff George Maher came, Zhao didn't even stand up, he just leaned on the back of his chair and said hello: "Hello, Sheriff Maher."

When George Maher met Zhao Chuanxin for the first time, he was unhappy when he found that Zhao Chuanxin was so generous, so he frowned: "What are you doing?"

Hearing his tough tone, Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

He has always been a soft-spoken person.

Hearing this, his eyelids rolled up: "If you weren't blind, you should be able to see."

George Maher's expression changed: "Young man, even if you are rich, you should maintain due respect for the local police chief."

Mayor John Vaughn knew Zhao Chuanxin's identity, but apparently did not tell George Maher.

Zhao Chuanxin rested his chin on the backrest and said cheerfully: "If you dare to show off in front of me again, I may entertain you with all my heart and let you experience the professional anorectal surgery methods of African second brother."

George Maher didn't understand.

He pinched his waist, took off his big-brimmed hat, and wiped away the sweat on his cheeks: "I heard from people in the town that Benjamin came to Ethan Manor again. I told Freddy Pavitt before that it is not allowed.

That nigger touches Benjamin."

Marcus Nkrumah next to him was not angry at all.

Firstly, it is a matter of IQ, and secondly, he has heard it a lot since he was a child, and he has become immune to such discriminatory names.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand to stop Mahina from making her next move.

He stood up shirtless.

George Maher suddenly felt that he was covered by a shadow.
To be continued...