The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Marcus Nkrumah came back with sandwiches and bought twelve.

He handed them to Zhao Chuanxin, who pointed at the old beggar. Marcus Nkrumah reluctantly passed them to the old beggar.

Zhao Chuanxin saw this and fell into deep thought again.

The old beggar took the lobster sandwich and ate it heartily. Perhaps because of years of starvation, his stomach had shrunk severely, so he didn't eat much.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the wine, the old beggar drank slowly, and Marcus Nkrumah drank it in large quantities.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak, his expression was sometimes tangled, sometimes relaxed, sometimes confused, and sometimes clear.

The old beggar played the suona, and Zhao Chuanxin thought it was unpleasant, so he said, "Teach me how to play it."

The old beggar didn't worry that he would take his job, so he started by teaching him the posture, mouth shape, and hand shape.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin got it right away.

Then he taught Zhao Chuanxin what the tube sound and various scales were, and then taught Zhao Chuanxin how to blow long notes, how to blow the sound flat, and blow the air steadily.

Zhao Chuanxin was able to make the sound and air stable.

Then the old beggar taught Zhao Chuanxin to switch between high notes and middle notes.

A white man frowned and said condescendingly: "If you continue to make noise, I will call the police and let the police drive you Chinese away."

There is no derogatory meaning in saying Englishman and Frenchman.

But Chinaman is discrimination.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids twitched wildly, murderous intent boiled, and there was a faint red light flickering and bouncing between his fingers.

At this time, he heard the old beggar say: "You have learned everything you should learn, why not play one of your songs and let this person listen to it."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled grimly.

A repetitive and simple song was played, the wind and clouds surged, and pedestrians stopped.

It was as if someone was casting a curse, and those with guilty consciences were cursed into the devil's way, while those with an open mind felt that the scene was grand and solemn.

This was because, in the song, the first few scales were sonorous and powerful, like chanting scriptures. The tone of the latter part was lowered until it could not be heard, which was different from the fresh and loud words of the chanting in the temple.

In each short section, the former was solemn and the latter was weird.

People with solemn hearts only heard solemnity, and people with sneaky hearts only heard evil.

The old beggar was shocked, and when the suona sound stopped, he couldn't help asking: "What song is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin put down the suona: "The Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound."

The old beggar smiled bitterly: "Look, solemn and evil, half devil and half Buddha."

The white man opened his mouth and stared at Zhao Chuanxin blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin said to him: "I give you two choices, either send you to see God, or get out."

For some reason, the white man shuddered.

He actually bowed his head with a guilty conscience and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed you..."

Then he turned around and left.

The old beggar nodded: "Although there are evil thoughts in this song, it is not pessimistic, and even has the meaning of bliss. I only hope that the mountains and rivers in your heart are peaceful and the tigers and leopards are hidden."

Zhao Chuanxin returned the suona to the old beggar, and took out a pile of big eyeball gold coins and put them in the old beggar's bowl.

The old beggar saw that the gold coins were very fresh, picked them up and looked at them over and over again: "Good money. You are arrogant and rude, with a high heart and a strong character, unlike the people of this world. The old beggar thanks you for your money. Before it is robbed by the street people in New York, I have to find a place to spend it quickly."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and left with Marcus Nkrumah.

At this time, New York was already covered by the sun and the moon, the sky and the earth were dyed with ink, and the dark clouds were about to fall from the sky, and the heavy rain was about to pour.

Because there was still a Marcus Nkrumah, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly found a carriage.

The driver was flirting with a young girl, and when he saw that one of them was Chinese and the other was black, he said, "I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Fuck, a man in his thirties or forties is still in love, you are so disgusting. Drive the carriage quickly, if we get caught in the rain, I will take your tonsils."

After that, he got on the carriage first.

The driver opened the door: "I said, I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his waist.

The driver thought: I want to see what medicine you have in your gourd.

So he looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin slightly turned sideways, with a Concorde brand pistol pinned to his waist.

The driver: Oh my god, it turns out that the gourd is filled with gunpowder, then it's okay.

He got on the carriage and drove.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Ethan Manor for another two days.

Freddy Pavitt was conscientious and did not need to be told. He sent a telegram to Hong Kong Island and Lubinfu to inform them that Zhao Chuanxin was in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue forged weapons and equipment, sorted out their ideas, and sent a telegram to Yao Shijie, the general manager of the Lubinfu Official Goods Bureau, to tell him something.

It rained in New York for a long time. The next morning, a carriage drove into the manor.

Marcus Nkrumah went out with a few umbrellas. When the carriage door opened, he saw several Chinese.

He only recognized Situ Meitang among them, so he grinned at Situ Meitang.

Situ Meitang smiled at him friendly, took the umbrella and gave one to each of the two people next to him, and asked the rest to wait in the carriage.

After the three entered the villa, they saw Freddy Pavitt.

"Mr. Pavitt, we are here to visit Mr. Zhao."

Freddy Pavitt invited the three into the reception room and sent someone to find Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin naturally recognized Situ Meitang: "Brother Situ is here."

When he looked at the other person, he smiled.

Zhao Chuanxin knew Sun Gongwu and knew his appearance, but had never met him.

"Old Sun is here, please sit down."

Before Sun Gongwu could speak, someone flashed out from behind him.

"Chuanxin."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, stepped forward, grabbed Shuangxi's arm and pulled him to his side: "Why did you come to New York?"

Shuangxi was also excited and said: "I came to protect Mr. Sun."

Seeing that Shuangxi had an old Colt revolver on his waist, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What a broken thing, Freddy, go to the warehouse to get two Lugang M1907."

After a while, Freddy Pavitt turned around and handed two pistols to Shuangxi, as well as four magazines and two boxes of bullets.

In addition, there was a shoulder strap. Zhao Chuanxin said: "This thing is not suitable for the battlefield, but suitable for daily wear."

So he taught him how to use it.

Shuangxi played with the Lugang M1907 and liked it very much: "Good gun."

Sun Gongwu took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Zhao, Sun is here to beg for alms this time."

He had heard that Zhao Chuanxin didn't like to waste time.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter with Mr. or not, let's talk about brothers, I call you Lao Sun, you call me Lao Zhao."

The four of them sat down.

Situ Meitang had a friendship with Sun Gongwu, and even arranged an honorary chair for him in the hall.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin knew that it was definitely not a good thing when Sun Gongwu was brought to his door.

Before, Zhao Chuanxin chose not to meet Sun Gongwu even if he was close to him, mainly because this man would be in a high position in the future. Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was a rebellious person, and it was hard to guarantee that there would be rifts and conflicts in the future.

He asked: "What kind of relationship does Lao Sun want? Even the maids in this manor are starving to death, how can there be any donors?"

Sun Gongwu's face froze.

This Zhao Chuanxin was really difficult to deal with.

He said: "The Qing Dynasty is doomed, Lao Zhao, have you thought about the future?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Lao Sun, if you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."

Sun Gongwu's smile froze.

Okay, okay, you are stingy but you still want to be rich, right?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, I heard that you make weapons..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, who spread rumors?"

Sun Gongwu pointed at the two guns under Shuangxi's armpits: "Then this is..."

He winked at Shuangxi fiercely.

However, Shuangxi pretended not to see it and looked down at the tip of his shoes, which made Sun Gongwu very angry.

Zhao Chuanxin knew the purpose of bringing Shuangxi here.

"Old Sun, this gun is handmade by me, and it is unique in the world." Zhao Chuanxin changed the subject: "I don't have money for guns, but I can't let my brother suffer. These guns are for his self-defense."

As he said that, he walked out and took out about 200 rifles of various types from the secret space, all of which were old and piled in the hall.

Sun Gongwu could see that the guns were old, but the problem was that they didn't buy new guns.

After repeated rebellions, the number of quick-firing guns in the team might not be as many as here.

Shuangxi was touched. He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was deliberately giving him face.

Sun Gongwu was also excited: "Old Zhao is really generous."

This pile of scrap metal was not in Zhao Chuanxin's eyes. He didn't even want to give his mounted patrol police equipment, so he simply gave it to Sun Gongwu.

Zhao Chuanxin invited them to have lunch, and Sun Gongwu, Shuangxi and Situ Meitang left.

It was the last day of Zhao Chuanxin's stay in New York. He had done everything he needed to do. Then he said hello to Freddy Pavitt and used the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragment to teleport back to Hankou, which was the starting point of his teleportation to the White House Tavern.

Zhao Chuanxin then teleported to Eye No. 5, Tianshangfei, to find Nikola Tesla for a wireless mobile phone.

Those starry sky roots built a total of eight machines. Zhao Chuanxin carried one with him and left one for Tianshangfei.

Zhao Chuanxin teleported to Eye No. 8, Ba Gongfangzi, and left one for Liu Huaqiang.

Teleported to Eye No. 9, Ao Island, and left one for Li Ziyu.

In Hong Kong Island, Xuantian Sect Li Guangzong left one.

In Lugang Town, one was left for Zhao Zhongyi.

In Lubin Prefecture, one was left.

The last one, when the Internet project starts, will be left in the "database", the Morrison Library in Beijing.

When leaving Lugang Town, Zhao Chuanxin hugged Sister Hua's still slender waist and kissed her.

Rachel Kvis almost drooled.

When Zhao Chuanxin left, she asked Miao Cuihua: "You have been together for a long time, old couple, do you still kiss often?"

Foreigners are foreigners, shameless.

Miao Cuihua touched her belly and said calmly: "Fortunately, we are now brothers, I am the eldest brother, he is the second brother. Sometimes when the atmosphere is right, we also kiss."

Rachel Kvis: "..."

I also want to secretly call him brother!

...

Zhao Chuanxin returned to Lubin Prefecture, always feeling that something was missing.

Thinking carefully: Oh my god, where is my camel?

There is no need to ask others. Zhao Chuanxin asked the street vendor selling cooked ham: "Where is my camel?"

The vendor shook his head: "Sir, I haven't seen the camel for several days."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed, the damn ghost must have possessed another animal again.

He spent two dimes to buy a bag of cooked ham and carried it back to the government office, throwing it to Cui Fenghua: "Take it back and give it to your wife."

Cui Fenghua was not surprised and thanked him with a smile.

It was because the prefect, whenever he went to the small vendors for something, he would inevitably buy something to repay the favor.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped into the threshold of the office, then stepped back and threw two big eyeball gold coins in front of Cui Fenghua: "Go buy me ten large white tin bags and ten cans of egg yolks."

Large white tin bags, British cigarettes, a box of small dollars for two dimes and a half.

In this era, taking out a big white tin bag was a bigger sign than "bringing a Chinese flower" in later generations.

But when it comes to top-notch products, it’s Kelic, which is also imported from the UK and sold in cans for ninety cents a can.

There are also people who open cans and sell them separately, and ten bottles cost 2 cents.

Back in the office, Zhao Chuanxin puffed up his smoke, turned on his wireless mobile phone, and made calls to six other stations at the same time.

Yes, they can be played at the same time.

The first one to get through was Guo Tieer, who was still flying in the sky.

"Hey, I'm Guo Baoshan, damn... um, who are you?"

"Guo Tie, remember, get on the phone and say - Guo Baoshan joins the group chat."

"Ah? Okay, shopkeeper, I understand."

Then it was Li Guangzong: "Hello, hello, I'm Li Guangzong."

Guotie interrupted him: "Remember, you have to say - Li Guangzong joins the group chat."

"Oh, is that true?" Li Guangzong was confused: "Li Guangzong joined the group chat."

Then came Liu Baobao: "Hello, hello, I'm Liu Baobao..."

Li Guangzong: "Bai Bao, remember, tell me - Liu Bao Bao joins the group chat."

later.

"Li Ziyu joins the group chat."

"Liu Huaqiang joins the group chat."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Is the sound of your microphone clear?"

Li Ziyu said: "Master, when more than three people talk together, there will be noise, but it will not affect it."

"Oh, that's it, everything's okay, right?"

"No."

Zhao Chuanxin then left the group chat.

When he finished his business and got through again, he was surprised to find that they were still chatting.

The pot sticker said: "You don't know, we are in the desert..."

Li Ziyu interrupted him: "Guo Tie, don't speak. Let Nikola Tesla speak."

Nikola Tesla went online: "Idiots don't know etiquette and always grab the microphone..."

Liu Baoguo said: "Bah, Guo Tiao is a piece of shit. He speaks freely. I will definitely cut him when we meet him!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He silently put down the phone.

At this time, the power of faith in his old sacred altar was 143.015 million points.

Redeem the teleportation mileage for 143,000 kilometers.

Zhao Chuanxin, a wealthy man, sent him to a mountainside fir forest 20 kilometers west of Bo'an Village on Sakhalin Island.

After delaying for so long, we have to come here to cause trouble.

Sakhalin Island in summer is a unique sight.

But I saw piles of blue moss, white clouds and jade, hanging vines and kudzu, and the ground was full of strange flowers.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a three-generation dragon and came to Bo'an Village.

When I came here last year, Bo'an Village was just a small fishing village.

Returning this year, it already looks like a commercial port, but it can only dock small boats because the water is less than 5 meters deep.

Products such as fish, leather and wood are exported.

What goes in are rice, flour, grains, oils, salt, spices and wine.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the signboard carefully and found that the name of Boan Village had been changed to Fuxiang County.

Zhao Chuanxin strolled to the dock. The Japanese who were loading the ship looked suspicious when they saw him: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Who the hell are you? I've never seen you before."

"Baga, you are looking for a beating."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a backhand.

Snap.

The man was fanned into the sea.

People around were in an uproar.

This place was originally a small fishing village. Although it was changed to a county, it was still under construction. People were related to each other. One person was beaten, and the remaining people hurried over to help.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed one person's fist with his left hand, pulled it inward, and held his right arm across his elbow.

Bang.

One person fell into the water.

Kick sideways, then fall into the water.

High leg, overboard.

For a moment, the Japanese who came around were beaten to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands in his pockets: "This place will be occupied by the Peacekeeping Bureau from now on."

Everyone was shocked and angry: "What peacekeeping bureau? This is the land of the Japanese Empire..."

"How many Japanese little devils are there in the backwaters?" Zhao Chuanxin puffed out smoke from his nostrils: "From now on, when the Peacekeeping Bureau is here, everyone will have to pay taxes to the Peacekeeping Bureau."

"You, who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"

"My name is Zhao Chuanxin. I can sue wherever I like."

Zhao Chuanxin is well known in Japan.

Everyone gritted their teeth when they heard his name.

But in the shadow of the famous tree, as soon as the words "Zhao Chuanxin" were heard, these people all stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the stone tablet, put his hand on the three words "Fuxiang County", returned three points of vitality, and boomed.

The stele was torn apart.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his mud trowel gloves and did not shy away from people, so he immediately erected a new stone monument - the Peacekeeping Bureau.

When Kuroda Toshiro, the mayor of Fuxiang County, came in a hurry after hearing the news, Zhao Chuanxin was counting money at the dock.

He was sitting on a recliner, and taxes were paid to him whenever goods were imported or exported.

Kuroda Toshiro's face was uncertainly green and red, and he bravely stepped forward: "Mr. Zhao, how can you prove that you are Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said happily: "Find some people and I will kill them for you and you will understand."

"Ah this..." Kuroda Toshiro said angrily: "Mr. Zhao, this is the land of our Empire of Japan."

"Fart, originally this was our land in China, but now it's the land of the Peacekeeping Bureau. How does it have anything to do with Japan?"

"You..." Kuroda Toshiro became angry: "I don't believe you dare to kill someone!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his horse card and shot the military policeman behind Kuroda Toshiro.

Bang.

The gendarmes fell into disrepair.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi shuddered fiercely, looked back at the bloody hole on the military police's head, and stammered: "You, you dare to kill people..."

"Look at what you said, how fresh it is, I feel uncomfortable if I don't kill people for three days."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi stood there, cursing his stupidity.

After a long stalemate, seeing that Zhao Chuanxin didn't move his butt, he said: "Damn it, what are you doing, why don't you pay the tax?"

Seeing that Kuroda Toshiyoshi was too scared to speak, these Japanese merchants had to swallow their anger and continue to pay money to load and unload goods.

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Kuroda Toshiyoshi and said: "Take your dogs and get out of here. Take away all the police and military police from the police station here within one day. If you don't leave after the deadline, I will kill them all."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi gritted his teeth: "Zhao Chuanxin, you will pay the price."

"Waiting for you at any time, bring more people, otherwise there will not be enough to kill."

Until night fell, Kuroda Toshiyoshi didn't bring anyone.

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the darkness and released the digging puppet to work on the dock. He dug out the foundation, and then used sand and mud trowel gloves to build a small four-story stone tower.

He installed three copper eyes on the top of the tower to overlook the dock and the sea.

On the first floor, there was a solid wood counter with a box on the counter, like a merit box in a temple, where money could be stuffed into the entrance.

A copper eye was installed high on the wall behind the counter, and a separate puppet arm was installed under the stone wall. The puppet arm had worm silk as power, a central control rune and a low-level blue crystal as energy.

The puppet arm held a horse brand pistol. There was a hidden groove on the wall, which also contained the mechanism information, and Xingyue could open it remotely.

After opening it, there was a row of horse brand pistol magazines inside.

Zhao Chuanxin worked until the second half of the night, and went out again, carving words on both sides of the door.

On the right - Ksitigarbha on the island.

On the right - Living Bodhisattva of the Far East.

Horizontal banner - Peerless Good Man.

Hang up a solid wooden plaque - Peacekeeping Bureau.