The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin emptied a bullet supply plate, put down Maxim, picked up chopsticks and ate up the remaining beef and steamed buns in the baking pan.

Kang Youwei and He Zhanli were lying under the table, covering their ears and shivering.

Outside, seven Stockholm police officers were shot to death, while the rest ducked away, their heads buzzing with fear.

They looked at the corpse of the policeman lying in a pool of blood and were all horrified.

People who are killed by machine guns usually die in a miserable way.

No one dared to attack.

When Kang Youwei heard the gunshots stop, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Zhao, I'll go out and discuss with them. If I have something to say, I'll have something to say..."

"Nonsense, do you think I'm so easy to talk to?"

Kang Youwei: "..."

Kang Youwei is like other Chinese.

Whenever something like this happens, first put yourself in a vulnerable position.

Afterwards, if they could gain some advantage, they would quickly take the opportunity to settle the matter.

Everyone generally lacks the shameless energy of the foreign devils to push their limits.

But is Zhao Chuanxin the kind of person who wants to be criticized?

In his place, if I don’t speak my mind, I won’t be able to think about kindness!

He Zhanli was so frightened that he couldn't say anything else.

This Zhao Chuanxin is too reckless.

Shoot at the slightest disagreement?

Zhao Chuanxin flossed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, took out his cigarette and lit it.

He took out his mobile phone and called Li Guangzong.

"Xingdao, please issue an immigration order on my behalf to allow the people along the coast to move to Australia. We will give you the boat tickets, and I will formulate an immigration plan to help them settle here."

Li Guangzong hesitated and asked, "Sir, do you want it to be mandatory?"

"That's not necessary, just do it voluntarily."

People living in the interior of the Central Plains have a serious problem of being unable to leave their homeland.

However, the people along the coast are well-informed, and there are many migrant workers.

Li Guangzong's thinking model was perfect, and the lightning flashed in his mind, and he immediately thought of many questions: "Sir, many coastal people go out, and although they finally settle overseas, most of them go out with the mentality of working, always thinking of returning to their roots one day. I think the immigration order is not as good as Changed to a work order, the effect is the same, but there are a lot less worries! "

Zhao Chuanxin tapped his fingers on the table, making a "click" sound.

Seeing that he was silent for the time being, He Zhanli said, "Mr. Zhao, can we take a step first? We can't help here..."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to stop her from speaking.

He said to Li Guangzong: "Let's do this, change it to a work order. At the same time, help me recruit managers, who are nominally the directors of the ecological reserve. Send a few instructors from the adjudication team."

Li Guangzong asked again: "Then, how big is this ecological reserve?"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "In the early stage, it will be the entire Western Australia, and in the later stage, it will be the South Island of New Zealand. Two district chiefs are needed."

Australia is so big, but there are so few people.

Why should the British be the dominant one?

Wouldn't it be better to split it in two?

Li Guangzong thought: Wasn't it originally just a piece of land on the edge of the desert? How did it suddenly become the whole of Western Australia?

It turned out that after Zhao Chuanxian inspected the entire Western Australia, he found that there were not many livable places here.

The middle area is mostly barren land.

Li Guangzong pulled out the map from the drawer, glanced at it, swiped it with his fingers a few times, and frowned: "Do you want to send troops? We have ships now, and the navy on Ao Island has been trained."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "No, Australia doesn't have much armed forces. If Britain wants maritime support, it also depends on my permission."

Australia is a long way home, and the same is true for the UK.

Li Guangzong smiled bitterly.

This was said so arrogantly.

But Thaksin.

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone and asked He Zhanli: "Girl, what did you just say?"

He Zhanli looked pale and said: "Mr. Zhao, we can't help, otherwise..."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's sunglasses showed the distribution of police officers outside.

He put his cigarette on the table and said, "You can leave if you want, but don't say I didn't warn you. The police outside have become frightened and will shoot and kill indiscriminately."

The two of them felt like mourning their heirs, and it was extremely painful to stay here.

But to be on the safe side, they really didn't dare to go out.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't sit still. He opened the drawer, took out a stack of paper, and took a pen from the pen holder to draw the design.

Practice makes perfect, or talent, in short, Zhao Chuanxin has been painting tirelessly in the past few years, but now he no longer picks up his brushes.

Issuing a work order, with only an ambiguous future, may not be attractive enough.

He needs his countrymen to multiply and live here in large numbers in order to hold on to the land and become a vassal.

The first thing to live in is a house.

He needed to design a house that was different from Western-style architecture but easy to build in bulk.

A family of three, four, or five must be able to live comfortably, and it must be cheap.

A two-bedroom house with one living room, two chests of drawers, a round mirror, an extremely simple mortise-and-tenon joint dining table and writing table, wooden chairs...

After all, we are coastal residents, so the architectural style is best exposed to the clear moon breeze and the fragrance of music and tea.

Kang Youwei was in a bad mood and looked out the window frequently.

After He Zhanli learned that he could not go out, he simply calmed down and looked over to see what Zhao Chuanxin had painted.

She was surprised to find that a new Chinese style decoration of the living room and bedroom was quickly taking shape under Zhao Chuanxin's pen.

The tables, chairs, benches and cabinets are clearly the product of cutting corners, but when combined they form a simple and elegant beauty.

The design drawing was in front of her, but she still didn't understand how Zhao Chuanxin managed to combine Chinese style with modern style.

Not understanding, she asked.

Zhao Chuanxin explained: "The overall design adopts a circulating line pattern, and the route is not fixed, but it still uses wooden elements and large geometric blank spaces. You see this screen is spliced ​​with wooden strips, but the space is a regular collection. Without the allegorical carvings such as bats and flowers, the beauty of the Chinese style can still be displayed..."

He Zhanli nodded: "It's very Zen-like. But why doesn't this lamp have a shade?"

Zhao Chuanxin circled the ceiling of the shed with a pen: "The lampshade is embedded in the ceiling, so it doesn't take up space and doesn't look cluttered. Only chandeliers are used in the restaurant."

He also drew the exterior outline of the building.

Brick and concrete structure, but very thin.

The exterior is painted with white stone paint, the roof is dark, the structure is symmetrical, and the style is grand and dignified, but overall it still cuts corners.

After painting one building, Zhao Chuanxin stopped writing.

I took out another piece of paper and began to draw the streets and the cluster of buildings beside them.

He Zhanli found that each window was a large wooden frame window, which required large pieces of glass.

She wondered: "Mr. Zhao, glass is very expensive."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "In my place, the only cheap thing is glass."

Kang Youwei looked out.

Just look back, okay!

He Zhanli actually had a lively chat with Zhao Chuanxin.

Jealousy surged up, and he scolded He Zhanli angrily: "How long has it been, and we are still talking about this..."

He Zhanli pursed his lips and said nothing, but he moved farther away from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin designed the large windows to save bricks, and secondly, the migrant workers were already homesick and should not be depressed, so that they could have a pioneering spirit.

After finishing this painting, a group of Stockholm garrison gathered outside and surrounded the place.

"People inside listen..."

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his hands: "Hide well."

He changed the feed plate skillfully and quickly.

Tata Tata...

"Listen to your mother, listen..."

As a result, this time machine guns were also brought in from outside and fired into the house.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his Chaos Armor, accepted Maxim, and walked out holding the Xingyue M1909 light machine gun.

Tata Tata...

Both sides were firing.

But obviously Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of bullets, but the other party is not.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin broke through the bullet shield of the machine gunner outside and shot the machine gunner dead.

He swept through the streets, causing both police and soldiers to flee.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the light machine gun, held the God of War M1907 in one hand, and took out the Apple Thunder in his right hand.

He holds the thunder in a unique way, with his little finger, ring finger, and index finger on the right side, and the index finger on the left side, thus trapping the thunder.

The thumb violently pulls the ring and throws the grenade.

Boom, boom, boom...

Chug tug tug…

Whether they are behind cover or coming forward to fight back, they usually can't make it past two rounds.

Because Zhao Chuanxin walked out and the yamen was temporarily safe, He Zhanli braved the courage to look out through the broken window and saw Zhao Chuanxin, like the god of war, sweeping through the Stockholm military police on the streets.

He knelt down and jumped, and people rushed to the roof and ran.

He took out his war bow and struck accurately at every corner.

Boom, boom, boom...

The explosive arrow exploded, and there was a cry of crying for father and mother outside.

He Zhanli was stunned.

"You're crazy, come back quickly and don't show your face." Kang Youwei shouted hurriedly.

He Zhanli sighed.

People are more likely to die than others.

You want to say that no matter how powerful Zhao Chuanxin is, he is just a martial artist?

That's just deceiving others and yourself.

He can paint and understand architecture, and I heard he has published a book that has been discussed by scholars and experts from all over the world. This is so awesome!

Before he could have a cup of tea, Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the roof and turned around.

Even if the Stockholm military and police were not completely wiped out, there would be very few survivors.

They are like busy squirrels, scared away and then coming back. When they come back, they are repulsed and run away again. They come back with friends and friends, and then they are repulsed again...

Zhao Chuanxin took off his Chaos Armor and walked back to the municipal government office to sit down.

If it weren't for the smashed windows, cabinets, and walls, it would have been like nothing happened.

The sun shifts to the west and the light gradually dwindles.

Finally, someone outside held a white flag and approached the Yamen.

Zhao Chuanxin said to He Zhanli: "Let them come in."

Kang Youwei opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

He was unwilling to take risks, and he was not willing to let He Zhanli take risks.

But in the final analysis, he will not come out pretending to be a hero.

What if the other party shoots regardless?

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him with disdain, put his legs on the table and waited quietly.

After a while, He Zhanli came in with a blond Swede.

This person asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Why did you attack us?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a contract: "This is the transfer contract for Dune Baden Island. I asked to rewrite the contract, but your people said it was not possible."

The man was confused: "Is it because of this?"

Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the table: "Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, change it or not change it?"

The man approached the table carefully, picked up the contract, and frowned when he saw the corrections on it: "Please wait a moment."

He went back to report to his superiors, who were also confused: "Is that why?"

"Yes, as far as I know."

"That's unreasonable!"

They were furious.

In the firefight just now, their military and police casualties were as high as 47.

Is the reason just an irrelevant clause in an island transfer contract?

"who is he?"

"His name is on the contract. His name is Zhao Chuanxin? This is a Chinese name."

"Zhao Chuanxin? It sounds familiar. Find someone to find out."

Soon, someone inquired that Zhao Chuanxin was the author of a book.

The book is called - "The Road to Destruction".

"Is he a writer? Impossible, let's ask again."

Later, someone came to report: "Zhao Chuanxin is the Chinese who massacred the city in Mexico, and the Chinese who dealt with 20,000 to 30,000 police officers in New York..."

Stockholm is the capital of Sweden.

Soon, the news reached the ears of King Gustav V.

Gustav V was tall and thin, and he also served as the Commander-in-Chief of the Swedish Armed Forces.

But that's only formal power.

He was very angry: "How dare you shoot dozens of military police in our capital? Immediately order troops to surround and kill this person!"

However, this order needs to go through the hands of Parliament.

Soon, a troop of several hundred people marched into the municipal government office.

Someone told the leading officer: "The person inside is Zhao Chuanxin."

The officer impatiently pulled out his command knife: "No matter who it is, he is dead, attack."

"..."

Boom boom boom...

Tata Tata...

In less than ten minutes, this army of several hundred men abandoned their armor and retreated in disgrace.

The officer's head was buzzing, and he grabbed the man: "Who did you just say was inside?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!"

"who is he?"

"He is the Chinese who massacred cities in Mexico. Americans and British call him the Butcher of the Far East."

"Blank!"

In the municipal government office.

He Zhanli asked nervously: "Mr. Zhao, will they bomb this place with artillery fire?"

Zhao Chuanxin said casually: "I hope they won't."

"Ah?" Kang Youwei and He Zhanli's expressions paused.

What is this word?

So you're not sure?

Kang Youwei said anxiously: "Mr. Zhao, it's a disaster, it's a disaster. If you do this, you will start a fight. It will be no good for anyone if things get serious..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and puffed out the smoke: "I don't care."

"You..." Kang Youwei said angrily: "Do you have an indestructible body? Aren't you afraid of artillery?"

"Don't be afraid."

Kang Youwei paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to rush out several times to explain, but he was worried about being shot by Swedish soldiers.

"Harm!" Kang Youwei sighed frequently: "Although you are powerful, if you continue like this, you will one day offend the public."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Originally I had this scruple. But have you heard? There is internal strife in the Balkan Alliance."

"What?" Kang Youwei, like many domestic politicians, only pays attention to the power transition in the Central Plains and knows little about the outside world. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Idiot, you are like this, you still want to participate in national affairs? What a short-sighted person!" Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "This shows that the second Balkan War is about to begin. At this time, Germany is poking stupid dogs into the wall and using the Balkan Alliance divide the spoils The imbalance creates conflicts and incites rebellion between Bulgaria and the Balkan Alliance countries. As a result, Europe has formed two camps, the Allies and the Entente. At this time, Zhao can act arbitrarily. "

If it weren't for the upcoming war, Zhao Chuanxin might not have been so willful.

Sweden is a neutral country, did not participate in the war, and does not involve the interests of other countries.

So no one will mind their own business.

But Zhao Chuanxin's commotion here can have the effect of killing chickens and frightening monkeys.

When the British devils learned that Zhao Chuanxin was struggling in the Swedish capital across the sea, could he not panic?

Kang Youwei generally understood.

He Zhanli looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a sparkle in his eyes.

This man... is really amazing.

She praised: "Mr. Zhao's many efforts will eventually make our country stand out..."

"What's that?" Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: "Working hard is not to stand out from the flock, but to work hard is to jump out of the flock."

"Ah this..."

At this time, Sweden once again sent people holding white flags.

This is a Stockholm municipal official.

As he walked, he shouted: "Mr. Zhao, please don't shoot, I'm here to negotiate."

Zhao Chuanxin waved to him to come in: "What are we talking about?"

"Signing of Dune Baden Transfer Agreement."

"Okay, now I request a permanent transfer. This island will belong to me from now on. Listen, it is a permanent ownership right."

"This..." The official hesitated.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I'll give you time to go out and report. If you don't agree within half an hour, don't blame me for going to your parliament and the palace."

The official was sweating coldly, turned around and ran away.

Kang Youwei beat his chest and said: "It's over. If you threaten Sweden like this, aren't they going to launch an artillery attack?"

This is what Kang Youwei is most afraid of now.

Under fire, there is no luck.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him at all.

Twenty anxious minutes passed, and the city official turned around again: "Sign, the council agrees to sign the transfer contract. Please give us enough time, Mr. Zhao, to redraft the contract."

Kang Youwei was dumbfounded.

Could it be that those people died in vain?

He didn't know that if he didn't compromise, more people would die.

Zhao Chuanxin said unceremoniously: "Go away."

When night fell, the other party turned around with the sealed contract.

Zhao Chuanxin read the terms, signed the contract with a satisfied smile, and put away his share.

"You guys really don't make people worry at all." Zhao Chuanxin patted the official's shoulder: "It's been like this for a long time, why bother to go to war?"

The official smiled more than he cried.

When a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot explain his reasoning clearly.

Zhao Chuanxin told Kang Youwei: "For your remaining property, please send a telegram to Li Guangzong, the deputy head of Xuantian Sect in Hong Kong. Don't play tricks on me, I will really wipe out your family so that you can have no heirs."

Kang Youwei looked into Zhao Chuanxin's eyes.

With eyes that were clearly black and white, Kang Youwei saw blood all over the sky.

He believed that if he dared to say "no" at this time, Zhao Chuanxin would immediately kill him.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Zhao Chuanxin went out with Da Chichi behind his back, no one dared to stop him.

He jumped onto the roof and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few leaps.

The municipal official looked at Kang Youwei and his wife.

Kang Youwei felt nervous.

He is 50% responsible for what happened today.

If he had explained Zhao Chuanxin's identity earlier, perhaps the casualties of these hundreds of people could have been avoided.

He hurriedly said: "If you detain me and prevent my property from being successfully transferred to Mr. Zhao, he will still come to trouble you..."

The city officials gritted their teeth, but finally did not stop Kang Youwei from leaving.

A troop of several hundred people could only block Zhao Chuanxin for a moment.

This is shocking.

Only countries that have faced Zhao Chuanxin know how terrifying he is.

The loss is huge!

Zhao Chuanxin left Stockholm and teleported directly to Eye 19 - the Essen Steel Plant in Germany.

Wearing a cloak of shadow, he went around the steel mill and transferred newly-made Krupp cannons and shells of various types to the underground fortress arsenal in Qut Shalan.

Then transfer back to The Hague Noordeenburg.

…

domestic.

Bank delegations from Britain, France, Germany, Japan and Russia sent representatives to Hankou, Aodao, Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture respectively.

In Lubin Mansion, Russian representative Boris said to Yao Jia: "We, the five-nation banking group, require your salt and customs fees to be deposited in our bank, and we also need to provide a mortgage certificate."

Yao Jia sat up straight and picked her ears: "What did you say? Did I hear you correctly?"

Boris said without a smile, seriously and solemnly: "Mr. Yao, that's it. Your country signed a 25 million pound "Rehabilitation Loan Contract" with our five-nation bank group..."

Yuan Weiting was financially strapped at this time.

Due to the ban on smoking, the Qing government could not afford military expenditures. In addition, the right of way was withdrawn. All these factors combined together caused a single spark to start a prairie fire in an instant.

The Qing Dynasty fell.

Learning from the past, if Yuan Weiting wants to consolidate the fruits of victory he stole, he must stabilize the morale of the military on all sides.

Therefore, he borrowed money from the powerful banking syndicates one after another and relied entirely on foreign financial capital to survive.

The five-nation banking group demanded intervention in domestic salt taxes and duties.

No, Lubin Prefecture, Lugang Town, Aodao and Hankou all have customs duties and salt taxes within their jurisdiction.

Since it is an integral part of China, it must naturally be included.

When Boris finished explaining, Yao Jia pointed at him and said: "Get out of here before I get angry. Whoever signed the contract with you is the one you go to."

When Boris saw the Gray Ax Army armed with live ammunition appearing at the door, he was frightened and left in despair.

In Hankou, Liu Huaqiang was a little overwhelmed after hearing the British representative's request.

"I need to report to my superiors," he said.

The other party also said that he was weak and could be bullied: "There is no need to report it, because the contract was signed by your president."

Liu Huaqiang frowned: "I said, I have to report to my superior. Don't you know who my superior is?"

The British representative then left angrily.

On Ao Island, French representative Ferdinand finished telling Li Ziyu.

Li Ziyu didn't blink: "I'm sorry that Li can't do anything."

In Lugang Town, Japanese representative Aida Takuma finished speaking to Liu Baogui.

Liu Guogui, who had been smiling just now, suddenly leaned across the table, raised his hand and said something to Aida Takuma.

Snap!

Aida Takuma was stunned.

Liu Guogui pointed at Aida Takuma: "I'm the one who gave you the courage to come to Lugang Town and say this?"

Aida Takuma remembered that his senior, Qian Takuma, had told him to be careful.

He was polite enough, but he still got slapped in the mouth.

Lugang Town's attitude towards the Japanese has always been consistent.

Liu Guogui became angrier as he thought about it.

Although there has been a change of dynasty, the Japanese are still allowed to sit on their necks and shit.

In a rage, he climbed onto the table and pounced on Aida Takuma opposite.

He held Aida Takuma down and opened his bow left and right, and before anyone else stepped forward to pull him, he beat Aida Takuma until his face was covered with flowers.

It took three people to pull Liu Guogui away.

Liu Guogui's hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled, and his chest was heaving: "What a shame, you Japanese beggars don't even dare to come to Lugang Town to work on dishes. It's really embarrassing for you..."

One day later, Yuan Weiting received news from all sides, and he was so angry that he smashed the tea cup into pieces: "Zhao Chuanxin, you are really unreasonable, you are going too far to bully others!"

He blocked speech, and Zhao Chuanxian advocated freedom of speech.

He mourned Longyu, and Zhao Chuanxin insulted Longyu.

He signed the "Aftermath Contract", but Zhao Chuanxin's jurisdiction refused to cooperate.

He also told the banking group of the great powers: "Whoever signed it will go to him."

He even beat up the bank representative!

Is this what the hell a governor should say?

Is this something humans do?

It seems that he is specifically fighting against Yuan Weiting!

After a series of events, he almost pointed at his head and cursed: "Who the hell are you?"

The current Yuan Weiting is no longer the same Yuan Weiting as before.

Now, he is the No.1 in this land!

Zhao Chuanxin still doesn't give him face!

How can he not be angry?