In the middle of his sentence, he suddenly thought of something and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

He didn't remember seeing the person in front of him.

Situ Meitang clasped his fists and raised his hands, his tone became respectful: "I am Situ Meitang, I am the Prime Minister of Anliangtang!"

Now everyone is confused.

Why did the clouds suddenly turn sunny?

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this name was very familiar.

He patted his head and said "Oh": "So you are Situ Meitang?"

This gentleman is a very famous patriot and has left a profound mark in history.

Throughout his life, no matter what he did abroad, he is worth remembering for the country and Chinese compatriots around the world.

When it comes to Anliangtang, Zhao Chuanxin doesn’t know what to say. But when it comes to Zhigongtang, I think many people feel the same as Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang looked back and said to Li Xiling: "Take the people away."

True Chen Yigeng shouted unwillingly: "Boss, how could you..."

"Shut up!" Situ Meitang shouted: "You are not allowed to interrupt in this matter, go back quickly."

Li Xiling was also full of doubts, so he had no choice but to obey the order.

Situ Meitang turned to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Mr. Zhao, let's take a moment to speak."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that he had recognized him, so he said to Big Smith: "Take people and continue to find out the news."

Everyone in the dining car gang dispersed with questions on their faces.

Big Smith and Abraham Cohen think Zhao Chuanxin is even more mysterious.

Even Situ Meitang of On Leung Hall in Chinatown has to give him some thin noodles!

Zhao Chuanxin led Situ Meitang to the private room upstairs.

After closing the door, Situ Meitang glanced at Marcus Nkrumah who was staying in the private room.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It doesn't matter, this is my bodyguard."

Situ Meitang smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhao still needs bodyguards?"

"Brother Situ is joking. Although I am a rich and knowledgeable person, as the saying goes, I am a useless scholar, so I still need bodyguards."

"..." Situ Meitang sneered: "Mr. Zhao is indeed as humorous as Mr. Sun said, as humorous as Yu Wenxuan from San Francisco's Chinatown said."

"Eh? Do you still recognize that piece of shit Yu Wenxuan?"

"Yes, there is also an On Leung Tang branch in San Francisco's Chinatown. Mr. Yu Wenxuan and I have an old relationship. He said that Mr. Zhao is an amazing person. He can single-handedly block the US Army troops and convince them. It is really amazing!

Throughout history, Xiang Yu has been reborn, and Lu Bu is still alive. It is difficult to match him! It is said that I have been dancing with guns since childhood, but compared with Mr. Zhao, I can only judge with the light of a firefly and the bright moon. Especially Mr. Zhao has done a good job for us.

I admire what overseas Chinese have done!"

After all this flattery, even Zhao Chuanxin was a little overwhelmed.

He has always lacked due respect for historical celebrities.

He laughed and said, "Brother, you are exaggerating. Apart from being handsome, versatile, serving the country and the people, and kind-hearted, I really have no other merits. I'm really ashamed!"

"..." Situ Meitang was stunned. It was the first time he saw such a shameless person. He quickly changed the subject: "If you know that the person who changed his name to Chen Yi is Mr. Zhao, that kid should be happy."

Zhao Chuanxin's old face turned red: "It's my fault in this matter. Let's do this. You can tell Chen Yigeng later that I will satisfy him whatever he wants. It will be compensation for the right to his name."

Situ Meitang hurriedly said: "It's too late for him to be happy that I can help Mr. Zhao a little bit. I don't dare to ask for compensation. By the way, what's the matter with Mr. Zhao? Is there anyone who can help me?"<

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Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed: "Don't tell me, I really need your help with something..."

He told the story of Charles Baker from beginning to end.

Ask Situ Meitang to send someone to help inquire.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin warned: "Never tell my identity."

"Mr. Zhao, I understand the importance of this, so please rest assured." Situ Meitang solemnly promised.

After leaving Cotton Nightclub, Situ Meitang returned to Chinatown.

He immediately found Chen Yigeng.

Chen Yigeng had a long face and was boxing to vent his anger.

His training method is unique. He greases the ground so that ordinary people will slip when walking on it, but when he punches, his lower body is impregnable.

And he has a bad habit of always carrying a large bottle of oil on his person.

"Boss!" Chen Yigeng put away his fist and said hello.

Situ Meitang nodded: "Don't be angry. I will give you an explanation after a while, and I promise you won't have any grudges then!"

Chen Yigeng and Situ Meitang said before that apart from Situ Meitang, there is only one person he admires most - the God of War Zhao Chuanxin.

Situ Meitang couldn't help but find it funny when he saw that he had eyes but could not recognize Mount Tai. Maybe this was called Mr. Ye's love for dragons!

Chen Yigeng, who was kept in the dark, secretly gritted his teeth: Since the boss doesn't intend to find a way for himself, it's hard to say that he has to think of a way.

……

After Zhao Chuanxin saw off Situ Meitang, he laughed loudly and said to Isaiah: "See, our team has increased to several hundred people!"

Isaiah said nothing, but he was convinced.

He saw that the big guys in Chinatown were respectful to Zhao Chuanxin, and saw that Zhao Chuanxin could easily raise ten thousand US dollars after sending a telegram.

It seems that nothing can stump Zhao Chuanxin.

At night, when Isaiah was leaving, he was stopped by Abraham Cohen and Big Smith.

Abraham Cohen asked him: "How is it?"

The autumn breeze in September night in New York was as cool as water. In the thick darkness, Isaiah huddled up in a shabby and thin linen shirt, curled up his neck and said: "He just sent a telegram, and the money was remitted over there. The money is going to be there."

The commercial bank clearing verification will arrive in your account within a week."

What Abraham Cohen wanted to see was whether Zhao Chuanxin lied about raising money and what his capabilities were.

But Big Smith's life is not so tight, and he would like to know how much money Zhao Chuanxin has raised.

He asked: "How much?"

To say this, Isaiah is no longer sleepy.

He proudly stretched out his index finger and waved it with pride.

Big Smith frowned: "A thousand?"

Isaiah shook his head.

Big Smith was impatient: "Stop fucking showing off!"

Isaiah didn't dare to offend Big Smith and said quickly: "It's ten thousand. He just posted a few words and got ten thousand dollars!"

Big Smith clenched his fist, that's ten thousand dollars!

Cotton Nightclub is not their brothers' property, they are just partners at most, mainly helping to look after the venue.

Ten thousand US dollars is definitely a big deal for them!

Big Smith smokes a pack of Camel cigarettes for only 15 cents, eats a piece of pasta for 35 cents, a high-end restaurant sirloin steak only costs $1.50, and the monthly rent for Abraham Cohen's apartment is $7.50...

Originally, Big Smith didn't care about the food truck business, but now after hearing the amount of 10,000 yuan, he suddenly felt that this business has great potential.

The key is that he thinks Zhao Chuanxin has the ability to get more money!

Wouldn't it be possible to boldly expand and think about it, as long as Zhao Chuanxin is willing, this business can be enlarged several times?

Not to mention the poor Abraham Cohen, whose breathing became heavy: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes."

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin found that these people were working hard to do things for him.

Big Smith is an unsmiling black man with a bald head and a messy beard.

At first glance, Zhao Chuanxin thought he had bumped into a real Ryze.

He could feel that this guy was excited, but he kept a straight face.

However, for several days, everyone was as busy as ants on a hot pot, but there was still no news about Charles Baker.

Abraham Cohen even led people to stand guard at the entrances of several police stations in New York and learned that Charles Baker had not gone to work for some days.

Just when Zhao Chuanxin was about to give up and prepare to take the impatient John Browning back to Kurdex:

Arthur Gompers brought his daughter Margaret Gompers to the Cotton Nightclub.

Arthur Gompers felt very uncomfortable looking at the black people coming in and out.
To be continued...