Zhao Chuanxin suddenly became enlightened.

It's like flirting with a girl.

Originally, a man had the ability to attract girls with his own charm, but he got used to carrying huge sums of money. Over time, his charm was still there, but without the huge sums of money, he could not attract girls.

Rather than talking about the huge amount of money, it is better to say that it is subconscious fear and lack of confidence that prevent him from becoming Neptune.

But here comes the question: how to eliminate this fear

He asked his doubts.

Margaret Gompers thought for a while: "If you had been standing behind me, I would have played so hard. But if you left quietly, I could still be so high. When I found that you were not behind me, maybe I was afraid.

Boundaries will be broken."

Zhao Chuanxin thought hard about how to apply this principle to shooting

While he was thinking, he used the small ejection stick in front of him to poke out the bullet casings one by one and reload the bullets.

Except for the difficulty of reloading and reloading, the Mosin-Nagant wheel is almost perfect in Zhao Chuanxin's opinion.

Fortunately, he can make up for this deficiency with quantity.

After a while, his eyes lit up, and he took out the sunglasses from the photo he took in the "King of New York" report in the newspaper from the secret place and put them on.

Quickly draw the gun, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Taking off his glasses, he walked to the target and took a look. Good guy, not a single shot hit this time.

He was furious: "I don't believe it!"

He started shooting endlessly.

Once, twice, three times...

Even though he was as strong as him, his hands were numb from the shock in the end, and he even lost his level.

Finally, even Margaret Gompers couldn't stand it anymore and ran back to the house to play.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped around in the backyard, yelled and cursed, and was incompetent and furious, but to no avail.

The most frustrating thing is the ability that you clearly have but can't use.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up the rapid fire, took out the horse card, zoomed out the target, and shot accurately with one hand.

Before World War II, except for Zhao Chuanxin and the members of the insurance team in Lugang Town, probably all pistols used in the world were shot with one hand.

Hold the gun to aim with one hand, and place the other hand on your hip or in your pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin held the gun with one hand. Although his results were not that dismal, he was simply not used to using a gun like this.

Then switch to Weaver shooting and .r shooting.

His style is relatively wild. Because of his strong strength, he can use all kinds of weird postures on the battlefield.

He can hold a concealed gun with one hand at his waist, or he can hold the gun with his elbow and shoot horizontally.

Sometimes, he even holds the grip with his right hand, inserts one finger of his left index finger into the trigger and pulls it quickly to perform an unconventional rapid fire... The speed of his hand will make a woman cry.

In order to find a sense of familiarity, Zhao Chuanxin tried various methods.

Until the sunset filled the sky, the tired birds returned to the forest, Arthur Gompers returned home, heard gunfire in the backyard and hurriedly came to check.

"Boss"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and when he saw it was him, he was so angry that he didn't look at the target and pulled the trigger hard, bang bang bang...

Empty the remaining bullets, turn around and leave.

Neither of them noticed that these guns were shot ten times...

"Benjamin has left," Zhao Chuanxin asked feebly.

"Let's go, he said he wanted to go to North Tarrytown first."

"Well, okay." Zhao Chuanxin went back to the house first and changed out of his clothes that were soaked in gunpowder smoke, otherwise he would choke his nose.

Just as I was about to go to dinner, I heard the phone in the study room ringing.

At this time, there were very few telephones installed, which meant that there were few telephones.

These days, anyone who calls is basically asking for Zhao Chuanxin.

He ran into the study and answered the call.

To his surprise, the call came from Rachel Kervis.

"Ethan, I'm Rachel."

"It's me, my disciple, how do you know the phone number here?"

On the other end of the phone, Rachel Kravis, Xiafei's cheeks, this "disciple's mother" doesn't sound very serious.

"Benjamin told me when he returned home."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "My dear disciple, you called because you missed me."

"Ahem..." Rachel Kervis was choked, and she whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, Samuel and I came to town to call you, he was smoking outside."

"Oh..."

Zhao Chuanxin made a long note.

In fact, he analyzed from Rachel Kervis's voice that she was quite happy now.

Maybe this is because her son went home.

Rachel Kervis asked: "Who are the people following Benjamin? Why are there black people? Forget it about Marcus. Isn't it safe for you to let other black people follow you?"

"It doesn't matter, they know the rules. If anything happens, I won't just break their legs." Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. "You called me just to talk about this."

"No, I actually want to complain about you."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "Complaining about me. I have grown up, and this is the first time I heard someone happily complain about me. Did I hear it wrong?"

Rachel Kervis's eyes widened and she looked out guiltily. She was relieved when she found that Samuel Goldberg didn't pay attention to her.

His face turned even redder and he spat: "What nonsense are you talking about? I want to tell you, your family is almost in trouble, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chuanxin has no concept of home. If he does, it is definitely not the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, but the small villa in Lugang Town.

"In Ethan Manor, we can no longer even pay the servants' wages. Hua'er discussed with the servant, and the servant was reasonable and said that he could borrow money temporarily. Hua'er was so worried that I asked you to do it, but she refused and didn't want to delay it.

You have to figure out your own business. But she can't speak English well, what can she do?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth.

Raise your hand and give yourself a mouthful.

During this period, money was poured out like running water.

Xinghui Afterimage Company originally had a reserve fund of 10,000 yuan, which was blackmailed from Da Hu.

But building two food processing workshops, hiring workers, purchasing raw materials, purchasing paper, plus the upfront cost of modifying the carriage, 10,000 yuan has already exceeded the cost.

Zhao Chuanxin’s pocket is cleaner than his face now.

If he wanted to use money again, he would have to cash out his various collections.

He took a deep breath: "Don't let her figure it out. Samuel will come to work at a Wall Street bank tomorrow, right?"

Rachel Kervis: "Yes. Ethan, don't worry. If you don't have enough money, I have saved some money myself. I have more than two hundred US dollars. I can lend it to you first."

Zhao Chuanxin is strange.

She has a close relationship with Miao Cuihua, why not just lend it to Miao Cuihua, but go around and borrow it from herself?

Zhao Chuanxin joked: "Haha, just call me in a roundabout way."

Rachel Kravis was so embarrassed that she quickly covered it up: "Who cares about calling you? Okay, I'm going to hang up..."

Zhao Chuanxin was just joking, but it was obvious that she was so anxious that she was a little confused: Could it be that she was getting to the point?

He said: "Don't worry yet, tell Samuel that I will go to the bank to hand over the money to him tomorrow and let him take it back."

"Oh..."

"Okay, hang up."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone.

Rachel Kervis noticed that there was no movement, and put down the phone angrily, and spat: "B*tch, I wasted such an expensive phone bill, you actually hung up on me first..."

"Excuse me, cents." The telephone booth toll collector extended his hand.

……

Zhao Chuanxin went to the dining table and after sitting down, he said: "Arthur, lend me five hundred yuan. You can use it for up to three days. I'll give it to you, no, it's cents interest."

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin would default on his debt, he could see that Xinghui Catering Company would definitely make money.

What's more, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin's interpersonal relationships and business are far more than just a food truck gang.
To be continued...