In order not to go around in circles, Zhao Chuanxin went from North Tarrytown to Xinghui Catering Company first.

Jean Bourne, the clerk who knew tailoring work that Zhao Chuanxin met in the store that day, was sitting in the corner of the reception room with a bruised nose and face like a doormat.

There are other franchisees who come here to discuss business in the reception room.

Abraham Cohen was chatting animatedly with several staff members and franchisees.

Now that the food truck business is booming, Abraham Cohen took it upon himself to raise the franchise fee.

Because Zhao Chuanxin said that the monopoly can only last for one year. After this year, we must open up the door.

Abraham Cohen and Big Smith decided to make a lot of money in one year and upgrade the company next year. By then, the market will become involuted, and whether they can survive or not will be left to fate.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the company, Abraham Cohen wanted to leave the franchisees to welcome Zhao Chuanxin, but he waved his hand to stop him.

Formalism is not necessary, making money is the most important thing.

He walked straight towards Jean Bourne.

When Jean Bourne saw Zhao Chuanxin, he stood up aggrievedly: "They beat me..."

"Damn, let me tell you to be mean." Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him face.

"..."

Jean Bourne picked up the oversized suitcase on the ground: "I decided to go with you."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't waste any time and walked outside first.

Jean Byrne looked at Abraham Cohen cautiously, and when he saw that the other party had no intention of stopping him, he followed him out.

"Give me the box." Zhao Chuanxin reached out to Jean Bourne.

He handed over the box.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin picked it up, the box disappeared.

Jean Bourne was surprised: "Where did you hide my luggage?"

Zhao Chuanxin answered the question differently: "Your name is Jean Bourne?"

"Yeah."

Jean Bourne.

jeanbern.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "When you go to China, you should give yourself a Chinese name so that you can eat well. Based on the pronunciation of your name, I will give you a name, just Jiang Bo."

After hearing this, Jean Bourne felt that it was indeed a bit similar, so that when others called him, he would not be rude by not responding.

He shrugged: "It's all up to you. But where did you put my box? It contains all my belongings. I will rely on these belongings to make a comeback."

"Haha, salted fish turning over? I think you're about to stick to the pan." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether you can turn over depends not on your property, but whether you choose a non-stick pan."

Jiang Bo scratched his head, not quite understanding.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the station to buy a ticket.

"Here are two tickets for the front row of the carriage." Zhao Chuanxin slapped the money on the table.

The conductor looked at them.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "What? You don't want to sell me a ticket for the first bus because I'm Chinese?"

The conductor's face changed drastically: "No, no, for sale."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Why don't you hurry up?"

Jiang Bo coughed and whispered: "You still call me a bitch?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Whether he is a bitch or not depends on his strength. If he dares not to sell my vote because I am Chinese, I will let him die here today instead of exposing his empty holster to scare people."

"Just blow it." Jiang Bo didn't believe it.

Until now, he doesn't even know Zhao Chuanxin's identity or his name.

This guy is also a weirdo. Without knowing the details, he dared to come to Zhao to pass on his salary and even went to Asia with him.

Perhaps his white identity gave him confidence, or he was desperate and decided to give it a try.

When the tram came, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the front seat on the tram was still empty, so he squeezed a white man next to him and got on the tram with long legs, muttering: "Why the hell are you squeezing? Hurry up."

Are you going to reincarnate?"

Jiang Bo: "..."

After Zhao Chuanxin got in the car, his buttocks stuck to the front seat.

The legs are spread wide, and one person occupies two positions.

When a white man saw this, he said: "Please make way so I can sit here."

Zhao Chuanxin sat with a golden sword: "Stay back a little, I have a big butt, so I have to sit like this."

"You..."

Zhao Chuanxin stared: "What are you? Believe it or not, I will go find Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to beat you to death? How dare you discriminate against Chinese people?"

When the white man heard this, he shrank his neck and went to the back row obediently.

Obviously I have heard about Zhao Chuanxin’s killing spree.

Jiang Bo stood next to Zhao Chuanxin and said speechlessly: "Thank you for giving me a seat. Now you can give it to me."

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate to offend others just to gain a position for him, which was quite touching.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his brows: "Are you thinking too much? I'm not here to occupy your fucking position. Get behind me."

Jiang Bo opened his mouth: "Fake, I have never seen such an arrogant person."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Well, you saw it today."

Many people think quality is very important abroad.

To be honest, if you are very strong, what about your quality? If you have low self-esteem and are a little troubled, your own people will start fighting among themselves.

Do all foreign countries care about quality?

Will there be discrimination if we talk about quality?

Not long after sitting, Zhao Chuanxin got off the bus with Jiang Bo.

219 Madison Avenue, Manhattan, Morgan House.

This is the most famous mansion in New York, located in a quiet place amidst the bustle, covering an area of ​​11 acres.

The house is in retro style, with red walls and black tiles, and three floors.

Jiang Bo looked at the imposing door and the majestic-looking bodyguards who were obviously equipped with weapons, and flinched: "Whose house is this? What are we doing here?"

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: "You bully the weak and fear the strong when it comes to feelings, right?"

When I meet someone who is obviously rich and powerful, I immediately become intimidated.

Jiang Bo frowned: "Am I afraid? Ha, what am I afraid of? What does this mean? I think back then..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance and walked straight towards the gate.

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing?"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to push Zhao Chuanxin's chest.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the bodyguard's arm, but he didn't see how hard he was. The bodyguard dwarfed and his arm made a "squeaking" sound.

It's not broken, it's just twisted.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Next time you dare to stretch out your claws, I will fucking break them off for you!

Go and tell old Morgan that I am here to pay him back on behalf of Nikola Tesla and ask him to come out to greet me."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the bodyguard away.

The bodyguard looked ugly and shook his sore joints, gritting his teeth and staring at Zhao Chuanxin, but he still hurried back to report.

Jiang Bo then caught up from behind and said, "Humph, it's a good thing he walked fast, otherwise I would have wanted him to look good."

"Oh, I firmly believe this."

"..."

Not long after, Morgan came menacingly with his bodyguards and several servants armed with shotguns.

Jiang Bo, who was behind Zhao Chuanxin, had a stiff expression on his face and couldn't help but take two steps back, ready to run away.

They are armed with live ammunition.

Old Morgan may be too old to see clearly Zhao Chuanxin.

He doesn't talk much, he just walks around with a cold face.
To be continued...