While waiting for the food, Benjamin Goldberg still didn’t understand: “Sir, why can you stay in the air just by holding that stick? Also, why did those three people fly when you just pointed it out?

Going out? In my mind, there are all kinds of magical pictures every day, but these pictures must have the laws that can exist in this world. My mind tells me that what you just performed is not feasible."

Is this kid crazy? He doesn’t believe what he sees with his own eyes, but only what he imagines?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "You have also fantasized about the giant spirit god, so what do you say?"

"This is different." Benjamin Goldberg, a visionary, is all about rigor. "If there is a giant god, he can exist in the universe. He has hard skin and his blood is hot. This

Can withstand the cold of space..."

Faced with Benjamin Goldberg's probing questions, Zhao Chuanxin was at a loss for words.

He quibbled: "You don't understand yet, so you think it doesn't exist. Then let me describe to you the technology that may appear in the future. Think about it. In the future, the sky will be full of airplanes, the ground will be full of cars, people will use cordless phones, and even

Seeing each other's faces on the phone feels like meeting each other. There are also computers, which are countless times faster than the human brain. They also store various pictures, such as the pictures in your mind. When people trade, they don't need to use money.

Just pay virtually over the phone..."

As Zhao Chuanxin described in depth, Benjamin Goldberg was shocked.

During the day, Zhao Chuanxin said that he would be accepted as his disciple, but he didn't take it seriously. He felt that Zhao Chuanxin's imagination could not be stronger than his.

But now he is convinced!

Seeing that this kid was restrained, Zhao Chuanxin smiled proudly: "How is it? Is it okay to be a teacher?"

"Master, you are so amazing! Master, can you teach me this?"

Zhao Chuanxin made a serious face: "As a teacher, I can teach you, but you need to practice basic skills, such as designing a gun first! When you grow up, you will naturally learn to float out of thin air, and you can make people fly out by pointing at them.

ability."

Benjamin Goldberg was excited and looking forward to it: "Okay, Master, I will design it carefully."

While Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with Benjamin Goldberg, the restaurant owner looked through the window and saw the menacing five people.

In addition to the four people who were beaten up by Zhao Chuanxin before, the leader was the police chief of North Tarrytown, George Maher.

The restaurant owner did not dare to show anything on his face, but his brows were raised, showing his inner happiness.

Look, Asian guy, your retribution is coming!

See how Sheriff Maher will deal with you!

George Maher suddenly pushed the door open with an astonishing momentum.

Half of his cheek was covered with a bleeding bandage, and his slightly fat body was swaying back and forth because he was walking so fast, which made him even more imposing.

After entering the restaurant, he strode towards Zhao Chuanxin.

The diners, the boss and the waiters in the restaurant all looked like they were watching a good show.

They have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

George Maher led four people to Zhao Chuanxin, took off his hat, turned around and slapped the man behind him on the face: "William Hope, you idiot, why don't you quickly apologize to Mr. Zhao?"

The whole place is petrified!

The restaurant owner unconsciously dropped the match he was holding in his mouth.

What's going on?

Where is the promised revenge? Where is the promised lesson?

William Hope bent down and took off his hat: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, please forgive me for being rude and rude."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids: "Do you know that you are rude and disrespectful? Remember, our North Tarrytown is a civilized town, an educated town. I, Ethan Zhao, am speaking here today. From now on, this town will

If everyone in the world doesn’t learn how to convince people with virtue like me, I will definitely make them look good!”

"..."

Do you call this convincing people with virtue?

George Maher was beaten severely during the day and was disfigured.

Naturally, he was unwilling to give in, but first he had to ask the mayor, John Vaughn, about the origins of the owner of Ethan Manor.

It's okay if you don't ask, but you'll be shocked if you ask.

John Vaughan told him a shocking secret.

And I have repeatedly told you not to publicize this matter.

At this time, because information is not so common, in various areas of the United States, especially in the countryside, the mayors and police chiefs are like local emperors.

When George Maher saw William Hope and several others coming to report the crime, he heard that they were a combination of Asian, black and white children, and the figure of Zhao Chuanxin immediately came to mind.

Without saying a word, teach William Hopper a lesson.

Then there was a scene in front of me.

George Maher sneered: "Mr. Zhao, I am so offended. Look at this..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and came to teach on the spot: "Benjamin, you saw it, my teacher is teaching you today, be civilized and don't fight, fighting is not good! Look at them, it's a living lesson."<

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Benjamin Goldberg asked confusedly: "Master, but you just said..."

"Shut up. Just listen to what I say, and don't talk back."

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Chuanxin then turned to George Maher: "Let's sit down, everyone, eat and drink. I'll take this round."

George Maher was naturally unwilling: "Mr. Zhao, you don't need to spend any money, we..."

Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed: "Huh? You don't want to give me face, right? I have such a bad temper..."

George Maher thought of some scenes of bloodshed, and was suddenly horrified: "No, let's eat, can't we eat..."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction: "Look, Benjamin, my teacher has told you a long time ago that our Sheriff Maher of North Tarrytown has always been well-educated and knows the way of friendship."

George Maher is embarrassed.

He wanted to sit at another table with William Hope.

But Zhao Chuanxin said: "Come, bring the table, let's share a table. Boss, are you deaf? Is this how you entertain customers? Why don't you come and share a table? Bring the menu by the way."

The restaurant owner didn't even dare to fart, so he complied with the instructions.

George Maher and William Hope were on pins and needles.

Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at William Hope: "What do you do?"

William Hope responded carefully: "Mr. Zhao, the four of us are from Kansas to help people herd cattle."

Huh?

Cowboy.

Speaking of cowboys, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered something.

Freddy Pavitt previously said that factories were not allowed to be opened in the North Tarrytown section of the Hudson River, so the factory would be moved to Cooldex on the east bank in the name of animal husbandry.

In order to remain anonymous, you need to find an agent.

Previously, because John Browning did not help design weapons, the factory could not be opened.

Now we have Benjamin Goldberg, haha...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his apprentice, then at William Hope, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"William, can I call you William?"

William Hope hurriedly said: "Okay, Mr. Zhao, I can do whatever you want."

"Xiaowei, are you good at herding? Do you have any real skills?"

George Maher spoke up and said: "Mr. Zhao, William Hope is my distant cousin. He once won an award in the Potomac Cowboy Competition in Kansas. It is a very amazing award."

No wonder he can make William Hope bow his head obediently.

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the soot: "Oh, that's it. Does that mean your grazing is too slow?"

William Hope was not modest at all: "Yes, sir."

"Okay, come and work for me, I want to get into animal husbandry."

"Ah?" George Maher was confused.

He knew that the town mayor, John Vaughn, had taken advantage of him and was trying to prevent Zhao Chuanxin from opening a weapons factory in North Tarrytown, and even wanted to obstruct all commercial activities. He would not hesitate to injure the enemy eight hundred and lose one thousand to himself.

Now, after listening to Zhao Chuanxin's wanderings here and there, he started to think about animal husbandry again.

His eyes were rolling around, thinking about how to report it to the mayor when he got back.

Zhao Chuanxin, however, stared at him coldly.

What George Maher can think of, Zhao Chuanxin can’t think of?

"Chief Maher, why do I think you have some evil intentions?"
To be continued...