Zhao Chuanxin exited the door and looked at the father and daughter in the house hugging each other and crying.

Abraham Cohen scratched his head: "Mr. Chen, I'm a little confused. If Margaret was frightened because she witnessed the assassination of her factory employer a few years ago. Then, does the devil exist? If not.

, but it was clear that you had successfully exorcised the demon just now..."

He is just pretending to be a ghost and has never seen a real supernatural power.

But what he saw and heard today overturned his understanding.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin's acting skills are too good, and Uncle Jiu couldn't do it when he was alive, so he frightened these people.

The scepter of salvation rotated between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, turning out the afterimage.

He suddenly grabbed hold of it and pulled out the elf carving knife. His wrist shook violently, the blade changed, and sawdust flew up.

After a moment, a ferocious portrait of Zhong Kui appeared on the doorframe.

He said calmly: "I don't know if the devil exists. But I am serious about salvation! Do you want to try it?"

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers were all stunned.

"Ha, haha, let's not try..." Abraham Cohen laughed dryly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the portrait of Zhong Kui that was rapidly taking shape on the door frame, and was very satisfied with the progress of his knife skills.

Arthur Gompers untied the rope from his daughter's wrist and took her out.

After hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be polite and said: "Sir, in order to thank you for saving my daughter, I would like to stay with you for dinner."

In fact, this is a polite statement.

Westerners are not completely ignorant of politeness.

However,

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, prepare more, there are all big eaters here!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He just wanted to ask Zhao to pass on the salary, and at most he would bring Abraham Cohen, but he did not want to keep the Smith brothers, Isaiah and Marcus Nkrumah.

He was about to refute, but remembering what Zhao Chuanxin said before, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was always less polite than Westerners, sat at the head of the table with a golden sword, raised his hands and gestured: "Come on, don't be polite, sit down. Madam, please give us some tea first."

The woman said angrily: "I am not a servant, I am the mistress!"

"Oh, okay Mrs. Gompers, remember not to boil the tea, use boiling water."

"I'm not a servant..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

Arthur Gompers had no choice but to give her a wink.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, everyone here is on pins and needles, with pointed buttocks tilted left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Arthur Gompers: "You work at the Federation of Labor, so you should have a wide network of contacts, right?"

Arthur Gompers' haggard face showed a hint of pride: "I do recognize some people."

Not only does he know some people, from the political circles to the lower-level workers, but also various capitalist employers in between, his position is now more like a broker, not just serving the lower-level workers.

"That would be great, help me find someone."

"Who?"

"A New York police detective named Charles Baker helped me find out where he was hiding."

Arthur Gompers breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that I was just helping to find someone.

"What are you doing with this detective?" But he still asked more.

"It's okay. I want to teach him what silence is golden."

Arthur Gompers felt more relieved.

It’s not a big deal when you think about it.

The atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Abraham Cohen is a Jewish young man with a flexible mind. From the occult science of exorcism, to the mysteries of the universe and personal spirituality of the Kabbalah school, to the economics, he can boast a little bit about everything. This is not possible without fragmented knowledge.

Times are rare.

This guy has various ways of making a living, including performing exorcisms like a wizard, working as a coolie, selling fruit, and once even pretended to be a financial broker on Wall Street to defraud someone out of money.

The topic extended to Wall Street, and Arthur Gompers said angrily: "People on Wall Street are all liars! Especially Thomas W. Lawson, this person is particularly hateful. He advocates economic recovery and false prosperity in the stock market, and many of them are more than enough."

Workers’ funds are being cashed out, and a large number of workers are unemployed. This is going to cause trouble.”

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin had a vague feeling in his heart.

But I can’t tell what’s wrong.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the poor people in the United States, but he cares about his own pocketbook.

Abraham Cohen lamented: "Times have changed. People used to be pragmatic, but now people only know how to be opportunistic."

"Yes!" Arthur Gompers seemed to have found a confidant: "As my father said, there are two types of investments. Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller are honest investments, while Jay Gu

It was a dishonest investment by the likes of Ed and Edward Henry Harriman, and they were terrible people."

Zhao Chuanxin choked on a sip of tea and spurted it out.

Coughed a few times.

Arthur Gompers was displeased.

What does it mean?

Don’t agree with his father’s view?

He admires his father very much.

"Mr. Chen, don't you think so?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Haha."

Arthur Gompers is a very emotional person. He blushed and said, "I would like to hear Mr. Chen's opinion."

"Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller, do you know who they are? Do you know the methods they used to accumulate wealth?"

"This..." Arthur Gompers frowned: "They invest in industry, are down-to-earth, and increase jobs. Of course I know that!"

"Then did you know that Rockefeller had a security department that acted as his thugs, violently seizing land and establishing monopolies, and attacking his opponents? He knew how to teach people that silence is golden."

Abraham Cohen interjected: "I have heard a joke. When Rockefeller was doing charity, the poor did not accept his funding because they thought his money was dirty."

Arthur Gompers was speechless.

But he was still dissatisfied and argued: "When accumulating wealth, some things are inevitable."

"Shit! He can be forgiven for all the dirty things he did because of his feelings, but others are unforgivable for taking advantage of others, right? They're all in the same boat."

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The thoughts that Arthur Gompers has been instilled by his father for a long time are not so easily shaken.

The highest level of deceiving is to first convince yourself to believe it.

The words of Zhao Chuanxin and Abraham Cohen did not convince Arthur Gompers.

He said: "This is different."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

"..." But some of the reasons Arthur Gompers had just thought of had not yet been uttered, and they were stuck in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable. He suddenly reacted: "Silence is golden? You want to find Charles Baker and teach him that silence is golden? Don't you think so?

It’s about..."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the servant starting to serve the food, he interrupted him: "Just find someone, eat first, no gossip!"

Arthur Gompers said to himself: Good guy, you have the right to switch the topic, you can turn it off as you please, right?

Marcus Nkrumah developed a habit. After the meal was served to him, he subconsciously held the plate and wanted to leave.

In Ethan Manor, servants are not allowed to serve at the table.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped him and said, "You can eat on the table today."

"Oh."

Margaret Gompers was taken to take a bath by her mother and came back in clean clothes.

Although this little girl is skinny, she is fair and fair. If she had been fatter, she could still be called a porcelain doll.

It's just that the body is bruised and bruised, and the marks on the wrists look more like they have been abused. It's too horrible to look at.

When she arrived at the dining table, she was a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, but she unconsciously wanted to get close to him.

It is the instinct of living things to move closer to the strong.
To be continued...