The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin finally saw the plump body of this era.

Women in cool clothes swaying around on the beach, beautiful villas one after another.

This is now a resort for the upper class in the United States, and wealthy people buy mansions here.

He found that when he came here, there was no obvious discrimination.

Zhao Chuanxin was not short of money and directly booked a room at the Royal Princeton Hotel.

When receiving him at the front desk, he was not discriminated against because he was Chinese.

This made Zhao Chuanxin a little disappointed, and he was originally thinking of making a big fuss.

Went upstairs, took a hot bath, asked the service staff to bring food, and ate and drank.

Take out all the clothes and ask the waiter to clean them.

The long-term fatigue was finally dispelled after twelve hours of deep sleep.

This place is really nice.

Zhao Chuanxin is planning to buy real estate here and live there until the 21st century, which is quite beautiful to think about.

In the future, the average house price here will reach 40 million US dollars, which is scary to say.

After taking enough rest, Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the hotel and took a walk on the beach.

A young man was having a heated discussion with his friends, so he bumped into Zhao Chuanxin without looking at the road.

This person should be less than thirty years old, but his hair is meticulously combed, and he is wearing a shirt. He looks like a financial or salesman of this era.

After bumping into Zhao Chuanxin, he just glanced at him and then wanted to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and pulled his shirt collar: Did you fucking bump into me?

The young man looked at the Chinese in front of him in astonishment: Are you crazy, buddy? Let go of your hand.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head slightly, so that his eyes squinted at him, with a playful smile on his lips.

The person next to the young man frowned when he saw this: Sir, please let go. I am Thomas W. Lawson. If you are also a person in the financial world, you may have heard of my name.

Zhao Chuanxin was also wearing a shirt, but his shirt fit well and the chest opening was completely unbuttoned, revealing the white T-shirt underneath and his well-developed chest muscles, which looked very casual.

People here are either rich or noble, so he felt that Zhao Chuanxin would have heard of his name.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's hands are already itchy, but if the other party uses his identity such as race to suppress him, he might just take action. But the other party just reported his name. Isn't this his style?

Everyone signs up first.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxing let go of his hand instead.

Oh? Never heard of it.

Jesse Livermore said: Hey, you haven't heard his name, how could you be scared by him? I think you are scared.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: Of course I don't care what happened to him, but you haven't apologized yet? If you don't apologize, you probably won't be able to leave this beach today.

Haha, I heard a joke. Man, my name is Jesse Livermore. Maybe you haven't heard my name now, but you will sooner or later.

When he signed up, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

This name is vaguely impressive.

He had been interested in things like stocks and finance for some time in the past. When he was studying with others, he seemed to have heard of this person.

He asked tentatively: Are you in finance?

So what? There are a lot of people working in finance in Palm Beach.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it: Since you are in finance, let me ask you, if I have a batch of debts, bearer stocks and some messy coupons in my hand, is there any way you can cash them in for me?

Jesse Livermore said: Why should I help you cash out? I can, but I won't help you.

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had a gun in his hand and put it on the opponent's waist: If you help me, I will pay you. If you don't help, I will kill you because you don't refuse. Apologize to me.

Their expressions froze.

Thomas W. Lawson said quickly: Man, put away your gun. There are many people on the beach. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?

Don't be afraid.

Forehead……

In fact, not all classes in the United States have serious racial discrimination.

Mainly people at the bottom feel that the learning ability, technical application level, practical ability, etc. of the Chinese are not only not inferior to Americans, but even higher than that of white people.

This seriously damaged Americans' sense of superiority.

Therefore, Americans at the middle and lower levels began to exclude the Chinese. To put it bluntly, the core is incompetence and rage. Since they cannot suppress you in terms of IQ and practice, they have no choice but to physically torture them.

But some Americans in higher social circles in the East do not have any sense of crisis. They are eager to use all serious, pragmatic and hard-working Chinese people to create benefits for themselves.

Because American locals are lazy and have many things to do!

It was obvious that the two people in front of them did not belong to the lower class society, and they did not look at people through colored glasses.

But due to the general environment, I don't feel the need to apologize.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's unsparing look, both of them felt a little numb.

What do you want?

I already told you, help me turn my things into cash!

Jesse Livermore said bravely: Yes, but I have to go back to New York.

But I said in my heart that when I see the police, I will definitely call the police.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the gun around on his finger and put it away.

Lehehe put his arm around his shoulders and said, Okay, when are you leaving?

Jesse Livermore clenched his fist and hit his forehead: Any time is fine, but I have to go back and pack my luggage.

Thomas W. Lawson seemed to understand what he meant and also helped: Yes, yes, we are going back to New York and need to tidy up.

Zhao Chuanxin was still smiling: Okay, where do you two live?

Jesse Livermore rolled his eyes: I live in Edward R. Bradley's house.

This is a rich American man with whom he only has a little friendship. He went to play in the other party's club before. But at this time, the tiger skin is used as a banner to scare the other party.

Oh, then hurry up and clean up. I'll wait for you back at the Royal Princeton Hotel.

Zhao Chuanxin had no idea who this guy was talking about.

Jesse Livermore was a bit dumbfounded. He also stayed at the Royal Princeton Hotel.

So does the guy next to me.

The two men exchanged intense glances.

They are all human beings with very high IQs.

Thomas W. Lawson is a writer who specializes in writing financial books and is quite famous in the industry.

Jesse Livermore was not very famous at this time, but later he was regarded as the craziest financial genius of this era.

They are not ordinary people, their heads turn very quickly.

First of all, the two did not bluff each other. Secondly, if the other party really lives in the Royal Princeton Hotel, then the other party is not an ordinary person.

After all, those who can afford to stay in high-end hotels in Palm Beach have some financial resources.

The choices they made now were to fool the man away and call the police, or to follow him back to the Princeton Hotel to see if what he said was true. If he really lived there, then there would be no calculations.

An ordinary person would definitely choose to call the police first.

But in this era, people who play finance are generally crazy people. They actually choose the latter and complete communication and decisions with their eyes.

Okay, actually I also booked a room at the Royal Princeton Hotel. Let's go back together.

Jesse Livermore looked at Zhao Chuanxin with bright eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin made a gesture of invitation.

The three of them strolled back along the beach.

On the way, Jesse Livermore began to ask, What's your name, please?

I'm afraid of scaring you if I tell the truth, but I'm not sincere if I tell lies. After all, you have to handle things for me, and we are friends.

Jesse Livermore smiled and shook his head: Then you can always tell me, are you an American, or are you?

Not an American. Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of a question: Is there any way you can get American identity? It doesn't matter how much you spend.