John Rockefeller Jr. frowned: "What are you doing?"

My cousin whispered: "That's Zhao Chuanxin. Don't act rashly, otherwise you will die miserably. You never want to experience his methods."

John Rockefeller Jr. turned pale.

All Zhao Chuanxin's enemies feel like they have a ray of light on their backs, and they all feel that Zhao Chuanxin is here to look for them.

Zhao Chuanxin and Shi Shiran came to the middle table.

He placed the bloody ax on the dining table and snapped his fingers.

The lobby manager walked over timidly: "Sir, how can I serve you?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette.

The lobby manager hurriedly ordered it.

Zhao Chuanxin blew out smoke rings and said: "Do you have the final say here?"

The lobby manager immediately shook his head: "Sir, I'm just the manager. What I say doesn't count. It really doesn't count..."

He began to shirk the blame.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the corner: "That place is specially set up for non-white people, right?"

The lobby manager's lips trembled: "Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin and Yan Yuese said: "Withdraw it. From now on, we must not treat each race differently. Do you understand?"

All the diners are watching every move here.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Chuanxin's attitude was too good, and there were so many important people present, the lobby manager regained some confidence: "Sir, this is not allowed, otherwise no distinguished guests will come."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin fell out as soon as he said he wanted to, and suddenly picked up the ax beside him.

With a raised hand, the ax fell, and another lobby manager was taken away.

Many Wall Streeters recognize Zhao Chuanxin.

There are even traders recruited by Thomas W. Lawson.

They have never seen Zhao Chuanxin so violent and moody.

There were exclamations in the restaurant.

The lobby manager's blood happened to splash onto John Rockefick Jr.'s table.

John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s chair made a violent creaking sound, and he almost seemed to be knocked over.

The bodyguard next to him pressed the wheel on his waist, ready for action at any time.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the ax cleanly on the lobby manager and snapped his fingers at the next waiter.

I blanch...that waiter's crotch got wet!

His legs were as soft as noodles, and he almost dragged his legs: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

His teeth were chattering so hard that he could hardly speak.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "I'm a big man, but I wet my pants. Isn't it embarrassing?"

Waiter: "..."

He has completely forgotten his shame.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tell the person in charge here to demolish that place and not treat different races differently. Otherwise, I will chop him up next time. My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

The waiter's legs finally couldn't support him anymore and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "Now, climb to the back kitchen and ask a waiter to serve."

"Yes, yes..."

This waiter is really crawling.

After a while, the waiter did not come, but a girl wearing an apron came.

He is not very old, probably only 17 or 18 years old. He is very lithe, with extremely white skin and big, twinkling eyes.

She looked at the corpse on the ground and walked around it with a scared look, but she had more backbone than the man.

She said crisply: "Sir, you can order now."

Delmonico's Restaurant was once the first sitdown restaurant in the United States and the first restaurant with a menu.

This is one of the reasons for its fame.

After all, upper-class people usually like this kind of taste with a long history.

Zhao Chuanxin has been here before, so he knows what to eat.

He said: "Classic cookies, please remove the gold dust, they are fools who swallow the gold."

Jinsha is 24k gold, real gold, and is known as edible 24k gold.

“Eggs Benedict, grilled Alaska, French chicken béchamel, lobster Newburgh for five, your signature 18-hour-baked bacon, black truffle and fig mustard sandwich for three, steak for three

, No need for drinks, you have smoothies at home, right? Give me one."

The little girl remembered it, raised her head and asked: "Is there any more, sir?"

"Also, remember, he will pay for this meal."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to John Rockefeller Jr. next to him.

John Rockefeller Jr. is like a student who doesn't want to be called on by the teacher in class.

He opened his mouth in shock, unable to control the fear deep in his heart.

This was the first time that he and Zhao Chuanxin faced each other face to face.

It was all a secret game before.

But he didn't dare to say a word.

My cousin couldn't pretend to be dead now, so he sneered: "The leader."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly widened his eyes: "Ah, isn't this my cousin? It's been a long time since I last saw you. When did you get out of prison?"

With that said, he stood up and walked towards his cousin.

My cousin's body suddenly froze: "I, I..."

This is what it means to be a thief with a guilty conscience.

Speaking of which, whether the Rockefeller family fell has something to do with Zhao Chuanxin, but not much.

Without their oil company to invest in, Zhao Chuanxian invested in Shell Oil thanks to Wilhelmina's relationship.

Therefore, Andrew Miller, the witness, was exposed by his cousin, resulting in a lawsuit that is still indecisive, which has little impact on Zhao Chuanxin.

But after all, the Rockefeller family is also Zhao Chuanxin’s opponent.

My cousin was so bold that he surrendered to the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his cousin's shoulders from behind with both hands and said with a smile: "Cousin, have you ever heard of a saying - If you don't seek death, you won't die."

My cousin's soul was so haunted that he hurriedly said: "Master, listen to my explanation. It's all Abraham's fault. Who allowed him to take away what belongs to me..."

"Take your things away?" Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "You damn belong to our Chamber Pot Cult, and Abraham also works for me. Why do you think it's yours?"

My cousin's heartbeat was racing, and he hurriedly said: "Master, I am now the chief safety officer of Standard Oil, you can't hurt me!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at John Rockefeller Jr.: "Haha, so he is working for you now, right? Is your body strong? Is the old guy not dead yet?"

There was an uproar in the restaurant.

Many people recognize John Rockefeller Jr.

Isn’t he the old John Rockefeller?

Just ignore it at all, okay?

John Rockefeller Jr. was originally calmer than his cousin, but at this time, his face suddenly turned red.

He respects his father very much.

That's a legend.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Zhao, our dispute is just a business dispute, please do not involve personal attacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade of an ax was pressed against the main artery in John Rockefeller's neck.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I am not just your child, right? If you are gone, who will he let take over?"

John Rockefeller Jr. turned his neck with difficulty, his eyelids twitching involuntarily: "Mr. Zhao, we have something to discuss."

"Is it really easy to negotiate?"

"Really, absolutely true."

"Okay, let me buy shares in Standard Oil."
To be continued...