Zhao Chuanxin kidnapped someone else’s son and was caught, but he didn’t feel embarrassed.

Rachel Kravis ran over and stared at Benjamin Goldberg with an evil look on her face.

However, no matter how you look at that expression, it is just for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: It’s time to invest.

Let me show you what it means to be a man!

Then,

He took out a string of pearl necklaces...

People in this era like to listen to rakes and brooms and flashy and praising words.

So,

Zhao Chuanxin's expression was sincere and his tone was full of emotion: "Madam, Zhao has been to many terrible places, as well as countless beautiful and rich corners. However, Madam's charm is as bright as the Amber Room in Tsarist Russia.

The drums of the Gypsies are so moving, and they are as beautiful as the faith in Jerusalem that makes people worship. I was lucky enough to get a string of precious pearls in the port of Kobe. It is white, pure, round, beautiful, and bright, just like Mrs.

Face. Today, Zhao must dedicate it to his wife, because only his wife can be worthy of it."

Saying that, Zhao Chuanxin refused to argue, opened the pearl necklace, and roughly pushed the little Ning An away, replacing him, standing behind Rachel Kervis.

There was a scene where Rachel Kervis was suddenly asked by Zhao Chuanxin. Her confession didn’t feel like confession, her admiration didn’t feel like admiration, and in short, she was stunned for a moment by saying things she didn’t understand.

Zhao Chuanxin solemnly wrapped the pearl necklace around Rachel Kervis's fair and slender neck and fastened it.

During this period, it is inevitable to be bumped into each other and have skin-to-skin contact.

Rachel Kervis's goosebumps stood up, and the places she touched felt as if they were electrified.

Zhao Chuanxin is very measured, he hits the mark, but he is just right without going too far.

His breath sprayed between Rachel Kervis's neck.

Hot, powerful, and full of masculinity.

Although this woman has some skills in dealing with men, this is the first time she has had such close contact with a man other than Samuel Goldberg.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

Although he is not a gentleman and does not follow etiquette, his surging and primitive male aura can still move people.

Zhao Chuanxin accepted it as soon as he saw it, walked around to Rachel Kervis, took two steps back, and nodded: "Orbs and beauties complement each other."

Rachel Crovis couldn't help but lowered her head and took a look. The pearl really exuded colorful colors in the sun, and its surface was full of brilliance.

They are similar in size and round in shape, so they must have been carefully selected.

It should be worth a lot of money.

This is the same batch of goods that Zhao Chuanxin purchased at his jewelry store in Kobe.

It seems, probably, maybe, that many women have been given away for one reason or another.

This batch of goods is really a good deal!

After delivering the necklace, Zhao Chuanxin came to Mi Shan again, and easily put Benjamin Goldberg on the horse as if he were being asked by a chicken, and then climbed up himself.

He laughed loudly and said to Rachel Kervis, who was still in a sluggish state: "Don't worry, madam, Benjamin will be fine, I guarantee that. You don't have to worry about his studies, I promise to watch him today."

Finish your homework."

Saying that, without giving Rachel Kervis any time to react, she patted the horse's neck, and Miyama gave a loud shout and ran away at an extremely fast speed, almost reaching a speed of 70 miles per hour.

Only then did Rachel Kervis react: "But..."

Her "but" could no longer reach Zhao Chuanxin's ears.

Because the excited Mishan is so fast, with the bonus of elastic boots, he can fly dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Ning An is convinced.

In front of women, he can't even speak clearly.

But look at Mr., that nonsense comes as soon as you open your mouth.

Li Shutong was ashamed.

How does this mouth grow? How do you manage this expression?

The speed of face-changing is probably far behind that of Sichuan Opera.

But Zhao Chuanxin abducted someone else's child, and he had to help reveal the truth: "Don't worry, Mrs. Goldberg, Zhao is a wise and funny person, and children all like to play with him..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care so much and let Mi Shan carry them both back to the manor.

Marcus Nkrumah, who was working, ran over happily and grinned: "Benjamin, you are here."

Benjamin Goldberg generously took out the candy and shared it with Marcus Nkrumah.

Zhao Chuanxin let the two of them talk and eat a few pieces of candy, and then said: "Let's go and shoot."

The manor is huge, and you can shoot anywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his pistol and demonstrated it to Benjamin Goldberg.

Bang, bang, bang...

Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "I understand, sir, you need to use the built-in ignition device and use the thimble to strike the primer."

Zhao Chuanxin finally perfected the last part.

He drew the composition of the parts separately, and then drew the overall composition, and showed it to Benjamin Goldberg: "Take a look, is there anything that needs improvement?"

The most amazing thing about Benjamin Goldberg is that when a picture appears in his mind, the picture is linked. It is not only visual, but also auditory, smell, taste, and even touch.

His rich imagination encompasses various scenes, including the richness of nature, the characteristics of artificial substances, and the various parameters of the human body.

He said: "Sir, let me touch your pistol."

Unlike others, Zhao Chuanxin was worried about the danger caused by a child playing with a gun and it went off, so he simply handed the gun to him.

Benjamin Goldberg is thin, carrying a pistol, his wrist strength is not enough, and the muzzle of the gun is drooping.

He touched the barrel of the gun and felt it was a little warm.

He said: "Sir, if this kind of gun is as long as you drew, will it be hot to the touch? Even the pistol will be hot. In my mind, whether it is metal or other objects, they will deform when they are overheated.

."

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked, this snot-nosed kid actually knows so much?

This is not something you can learn in elementary school today.

What he didn't know was that Benjamin Goldberg had even understood the essence of "The Theory of Functions" and had also read a "History of the World" in more than forty volumes.

He excitedly took out a handful of money and stuffed it into Benjamin Goldberg's arms: "This is all to reward you, you are so talented!"

Benjamin Goldberg never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would give him money, and he was stunned on the spot.

"Sir, I don't want money."

"You want what you want. If you have money, you can buy whatever you want." Zhao Chuanxin never underestimates children. "Now let's discuss, if the barrel is cut short and some heat sinks are added,

Can this problem be solved?"

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while: "Perhaps, there is a need to add heat dissipation materials to the gun and the bottom plate of the gun, but it is not this kind of metal sheet, but the kind with holes. The picture in my mind tells me

This will be better."

Zhao Chuanxin excitedly shortened the barrel of the gun, added a heat sink, and added rib-like protrusions and concave holes on the bolt and the bottom plate of the gun.

The two continued to discuss and improve, and in the end, the original design was completely different.

After many revisions, the design drawings gradually became more perfect.

At this time, the bored Marcus Nkrumah said: "Sir, can you give me a gun? I want to shoot too."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously. When he was in Lugang Town, the people from the insurance team shot and practiced shooting every day.

There is no reason to become civilized by coming to the United States.

He threw away two Madsen machine guns without bullets.

Since I ran out of bullets in Korea, I have no chance to get refills.

Marcus Nkrumah happily picked up the machine guns, one in each hand, and tucked them under his arms.

He doesn't know how to pull the bolt.

He imitated firing a gun with his mouth and made a "chuk, chug, chug" sound. It was a great time to play.

When Zhao Chuanxin was almost done discussing, he saw this guy holding a gun and saliva flying everywhere. It was almost ten minutes, and he was shocked.

"Have you been holding the gun like this?"

You know, Marcus Nkrumah had one in each hand. One handful of this thing weighs twenty kilograms, two handfuls weighs forty kilograms.

The key is to keep holding it...

Marcus Nkrumah nodded stupidly: "Yes, sir."
To be continued...