The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Like a union, members must pay membership dues.

The dues are handed in layer by layer, and the profit can be divided as much as possible by sitting in the hall.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips, how could he care about such a small amount of money.

"Let me sit in the pavilion. Don't call it sitting in the pavilion. It sounds ugly. People who don't know better think that they can't get up from the kang and are lying on the bed.

There is no need to set up any prefix. From now on, we will be called Qingyun Gate.

I am the founder of the sect, Qingyunzi! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Guohua, who was watching Zhao Chuanxin's mischief, immediately retorted: "No! Never!"

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Where are you staying?"

Zheng Guohua said earnestly: "You can't call it a door. All the halls in Hong Kong and Hong Kong have Hongmen. Calling it a 'door' is treacherous and unethical. It will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors."

This made Zhao Chuanxin annoyed, as the name Qingyunzi was too common.

When the time comes, a sword for killing immortals will be built and passed down from generation to generation. The one who gets the sword will be the master. The more powerful it is, the more ritual it feels.

This old man is so lenient.

Zhao Chuanxin thought of another idea: "Otherwise, call it a dragnet?"

"It can't be named after the universe, especially if it takes up two characters. I'm afraid we can't afford it and will suffer a bloody disaster."

"Otherwise, would you call me the prodigal son of Hong Kong Island?"

"Be more serious."

Zhao Chuanxin patted the table and said dissatisfiedly: "This won't work, that won't work either. Then tell me, what name should I give it?"

The old man stroked his beard: "It's very simple. You just need to put a prefix. Since 'harmony' is the most precious thing, we use 'harmony' as the prefix. Lian Xinsheng is called He Xinsheng, and Sheng Huitang is called He Sheng." Hui, An Le Tang is called He An Le..."

Isn't that what they were called historically?

"What a mess." Seeing Zheng Guohua's proud face, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but interrupt: "These names are not loud, I can't remember them. Okay, from now on we will be called Xuantian Sect. I am the founder of the sect. Grandmaster, I am the first leader."

Zheng Guohua was very unhappy: "This..."

It doesn't sound like a serious Jianghu sect.

"Okay, please don't keep mumbling about whether there is something or not. It's settled. Remember, from now on we will be called Xuantian Sect!

Xuantian Sect is an upright sect and cannot engage in any crooked ways.

The main purpose is to support justice and expel the Tartars! "

When Zheng Guohua heard this, he turned pale with horror: "Drive out the Tartars?"

Why does it sound like he wants to overthrow the Qing court?

The group of people who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty gradually changed their tune after coming to Hong Kong Island.

No one still thinks about whether these things are available or not. They are all running around desperately to fill their stomachs and survive.

Why does it sound like Zhao Chuanxin is going to rebel?

Knocking on the table, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't interrupt.

The Qing court won't be able to survive for a few more years, so don't worry, someone will naturally take action when the time comes, and it won't be the turn of soldiers like you.

These ‘Tatars’ are foreign powers, foreigners, and Japanese. "

Unexpectedly, Zheng Guohua became even more nervous.

He quickly looked at Li Ziyu aside.

Everyone looked at Li Ziyu.

Li Ziyu touched his nose.

It seems that he is standing in the camp of the great powers and foreigners.

Zhao Chuanxin moved the Madsen machine gun on the table and moved his fingers on the machine gun: "Jingcheng, do you have any objections?"

Li Ziyu quickly waved his hand: "No objection, I just lost my hearing and didn't hear anything."

"Look, it's not a big deal." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged at Zheng Guohua. "Don't worry, Jingcheng is with us."

Li Ziyu echoed: "Yes, yes, we are in the same group."

Zheng Guohua: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "From now on, don't collect any membership fees. Those three melons and two dates are used to exploit the people, and they will not be of any substantial help to Xuantian Sect."

Hearing this, Jin Yacheng became anxious: "Master, this is not feasible, we can't run it."

This is what he mainly lives on.

You can't make a fortune, but you can make ends meet.

Good guy, you are so adaptable, is the leader going to say it out loud now?

Everyone cast disdainful glances.

Now it's only Zhao Chuanxin who sets the rules, and everyone hasn't expressed their agreement yet. Are you worried?

Zhao Chuanxin cast an approving look at Jin Yacheng.

This made Dakuuchang annoyed. Why did Jin Yacheng, a bad guy, get the upper hand?

He gritted his teeth: "I agree with the leader's proposal to cancel the membership dues."

The hall masters were in an uproar.

I didn’t dare to refute blatantly.

The rebuttal was not to give Zhao Chuanxin any face.

I have to ask if the machine gun on the table will agree.

At this time, the machine gun had finished its deterrent effect. Zhao Chuanxin casually took the Madsen machine gun under the table and put the machine gun into the space.

Then he put his hands on the table and said: "Don't be so impatient. Now each hall will report your business, and I will study it first."

This time, Oguchi Chang was the first to speak: "Most of my cousins ​​run shops (shops). If they are bullied, I will stand up for them."

Jin Yacheng said: "My restaurant manages the seafood stall, and all imports and exports have to go through me."

"My church members are carrying bags in Victoria Harbor..."

Everyone talks a lot, and their livelihoods are also diverse.

Most of the time, Zhao Chuanxin was very happy, because it was different from those of later generations, and he could barely be considered a regular businessman.

Until, someone said that he ran a smoking den. Another said he ran the stables (you get the idea.).

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it.

Li Ziyu looked at it and felt a chill rising in his heart.

When he studied Zhao Chuanxin, he learned about a little habit of Zhao Chuanxin.

It is said that Guan Gong will not open his eyes, but will kill someone if he does.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, does not usually smoke cigars. If he smokes cigars, he will rush into people with a gun.

But this time, Zhao Chuanxin gave the two of them a chance: "What is your name?"

"I am Yuan Tuotuo."

"Tuotuo, you have to close your opium shop."

After speaking, he looked at Yuan Tuotuo intently.

They are all wallowing in the world, how can those who can get ahead lose their temper?

Although they had not dared to resist Zhao Chuanxin before, Yuan Tuotuo's own interests were involved at this time.

Especially his business, where he earns a lot of money every day, and has a bad temper, how can he be willing to give up?

"impossible!"

He gritted his teeth and was determined.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it?

Well, I declare that noon has arrived! "

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, a ball wrapped with electric light condensed on his hand.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand lightly, and the electric ball went straight towards Yuan Tuotuo.

When everyone didn't react, Yuan Tuotuo didn't even have time to scream.

Then,

Yuan Tuotuo, who was still sitting on the chair, turned into a lump of charcoal.

It really became a mess.

The pungent burnt smell dispersed.

Jin Yacheng made a sound of "vomit" and threw up while holding on to the table.

Then Masaru Oguchi: "Wow!"

Li Ziyu was stunned.

He thought he knew Zhao Chuanxin well enough, but he didn't expect...

Is it true that he can do magic in the legend?

While investigating Zhao Chuanxin's background, he knew some of Zhao Chuanxin's slanderous nicknames.

There's a little bit of red outside the pass, a thunderbolt hand that makes Kun Kun, a sword without blood, Feng Xifan, and other things like flying immortals from the sky.

Among them, a few are particularly widely spread.

For example, there is a little bit of red, such as Thunder Hand, and there is also a more obscure one called Archmage.

He used to sneer at this.

He felt that all Laoshan magic spells were fake, and so were the legendary immortals who could fly swords.

There are too many charlatans.

So, the name of Master Zhao Chuanxin was probably passed down by rumors.

He had nothing to say after seeing it with his own eyes today.

After everyone had finished vomiting, a very sour smell floated in the private room.

Even Zhao Chuanxin almost vomited.

He covered his nose and said, "Oh my God, please open the window quickly, I'm going to vomit soon."

Only Li Ziyu, who had seen various corpses while solving the case, was still calm.

He stood up with great discernment and went over to open all the windows.

Fresh air flows in.

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his nose: "Okay, okay, I've almost finished vomiting what I ate last night, let's get down to business.

Tuo Tuo has compromised, right? "

Of course Yuan Tuotuo couldn't speak, because his current identity was Jiao Tan.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Tuotuo agreed.

What about you? What's your name? "

The man who ran the stable was trembling with fear, his lips trembling: "I, my, my name is King Liu, and I am in charge of the stable. I can close the stable, I really can..."

"You cunning bitch, don't think I can't tell. Now tell me in front of me, do you want to agree on the surface but keep it secret?"

King Liu opened the back of his chair and knelt on the ground with a pop: "Really, I will really close the horse stalls. Believe me, I am very sincere..."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately pointed at King Liu and said, "Look at it, everyone, this is called sincerity.

I’m not telling you to drink the northwest wind from now on.

"Liu Liu, I know that horse stalls are a business that cannot be banned, especially on Hong Kong Island."

However, firstly, from now on, you cannot recruit people by means of abduction and other means. Secondly, you cannot exploit them. The treatment must be good and they must feel like home. "

Li Ziyu next to him almost burst into tears after hearing this. He felt so at home.

Just listen to Zhao Chuanxin continue to say: "I basically already know your business.

If the gold teeth are made, I will invest money in you and let you open a seafood market. Give 50% of the profit to the sect every month, and the remaining 50% is your management stock.

Dakuchang, I will invest for you. If you open a restaurant, it is best to gradually expand the scale as a chain. The same, the sect takes 50%, and the remaining 50% is your management stock and belongs to you.

Liuliu, if I invest in you, it will be the same if you open a theater or movie theater.

…”

Zhao Chuanxin arranged everything in an orderly manner, including restaurants, hotels, department stores, entertainment venues, and the port that was about to be built in Lugang Town, contracting out work, etc.

After arranging them, Zhao Chuanxin turned to Zheng Guohua and said: "Uncle Zheng, you will serve as the White Paper Fan from now on. The sect will pay you a salary every month, and you will be responsible for checking and collecting the accounts. Jingcheng, you will serve as the Xuantian Sect's legal advisor." , you can still get a salary.”

Xuantian Sect, a sect that sounds very ethereal and fairy-like, requires legal advisors, which simply lowers its style.

Zhao Chuanxin thought so.

Li Ziyu quickly refused: "I don't have to, right?"

"You want what you want. You know too much. It will be difficult to walk out of this door without taking it."

Hearing this, Li Ziyu trembled. Looking at the charcoal, he nodded quickly: "Take it, you must take it!"

Zhao Chuanxin planned well.

However, no one saw any money.

Just by looking at their expressions, Zhao Chuanxin could understand their uneasiness.

After thinking about it, he pulled Li Ziyu and asked in a low voice: "To be honest, how sure are you of convincing Midun? Because I want to reveal my identity. After all, I am also their leader now."

After thinking for a while, Li Ziyu said: "70% sure!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled meaningfully: "If you can't convince him, I will force the British to change the governor of Hong Kong Island."

"Don't worry, I'm 90% sure now."

So, Zhao Chuanxin cleared his throat: "Ahem, what, my name is not actually Tang Ju. Tang Ju is just a pseudonym for traveling around the world. My actual name is - Zhao Chuanxin!"

Except for Dakou Chang, no one else had any reaction, including Zheng Guohua.

Oh my god, do I have such a bad reputation?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at everyone who was looking at each other and was about to speak.

I heard Li Ziyu next to me help him praise: "Mr. Zhao used money to establish the Lugang Town Charity Association. In addition, Mr. Zhao also forced the Americans to improve the treatment of overseas Chinese."

Thumbs up for running!

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that this is really a talent.

After being prompted by Li Ziyu, everyone suddenly realized.

Empress Cixi allocated 100,000 taels of silver during the cross-strait typhoon, of which 30,000 taels were allocated to Hong Kong Island by Cen Chunxuan, the governor of Guangdong, for disaster relief.

After Midun received the 30,000 taels of silver, he did not use it to relieve the current victims. Instead, he used it as a relief fund for future emergency relief. He does not know where it was used later.

This shows whether this guy takes the lives of Chinese people seriously.

On the contrary, the Lugang Town Charity Association spent far more than 100,000 taels on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

The wealth of the Lugang Town Charity Association is impressive.

Everyone was shocked and inexplicable.

It turns out that Zhao Chuanxian is so rich?

Especially Oguuchang.

He knelt down and licked him in time: "Mr. Zhao has a bodhisattva heart and is truly a role model for us!"

Jin Yacheng: "Mr. Zhao saves people in distress, and there will be good rewards!"

"Okay, okay, stop flattering me." Zhao Chuanxin said, "If I donate money, you flatter me. I can donate until your mouth cramps. All I invest in you is small money, you know?"

"..."

Seeing that the matter was almost settled, Li Ziyu asked tentatively: "Mr. Zhao, look at me, why don't I go talk to Midun now?"

"Okay!" Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and then reminded him in a subtle way: "Don't think about playing tricks.

You understand me.

Many times, I make dumplings just for the vinegar. "

Think about the current situation in Hong Kong Island and Zhao Chuanxin's attitude towards foreigners.

Li Ziyu understood instantly.

"I understand Mr. Zhao."

Many people advised Zhao Chuanxin not to make too many enemies.

In fact, whether he trees or not, the enemy is still there, growing unabated.

Because he is Chinese!

Li Ziyu left.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, hurry up and get the bodies of these two dogs out and dispose of them.

Let's change to a private room. I'll treat you. I won't come back until I'm drunk today! "

Zhao Chuanxin, who was not drunk and would not return home, did not even drink a sip of wine.

Moreover, he paid the bill and left midway.

Wait until he leaves.

Jin Yacheng asked Zheng Guohua: "Uncle Zheng, do you recognize Mr. Zhao?"

Zheng Guohua knocked the table with his pipe and pot: "Call the leader."

"Yes, yes, Master Zhao, have you recognized Master Zhao before?"

"We had a chance encounter." Zheng Guohua thought of the scene at that time, which was quite interesting. "Head Zhao may not actually be a murderous person."

Jin Yacheng and Dakuchang couldn't complain.

Dakuchang said: "Uncle Zheng, tell me, is Master Zhao really that rich?"

Zheng Guohua looked at him sideways: "Don't you know whether you have money? Haven't you ever dealt with the Lugang Town Charity Association?"

Dakuchang's face turned red when he said this: "That's not a deal with me, that's a slap in the face."

"Keep it in mind, Head Zhao has said that he will use my bakery as his office for the time being. If you have anything to do, come to the bakery to see him. In the past few days, I will calculate the funds you will need. I'll make it clear. Head Zhao will pay for it. Go back and think about it."

After all, it is an established arena. Even though Zheng Guohua currently has no real power, no soldiers or generals, his credibility is extremely strong.

With his endorsement, everyone felt at ease.

King Liu asked again: "Uncle Zheng, which sect's magic does Master Zhao know? My father is dying. I want to ask him to take a look at Feng Shui and find a Feng Shui treasure for burial."

Of course, Zheng Guohua and Zhao Chuanxin only met once. He knew that Zhao Chuanxian must be rich, but he didn't know anything else.

However, he still had to hold on and not show his timidity.

He just said freely: "Well, Mr. Zhao is a great mage, not a charlatan. A great mage doesn't teach people Feng Shui and is a water and land dojo. You can't invite him."

But King Liu was convinced: "Yes, Master Zhao has great abilities, which cannot be compared to those magic sticks."

Dakuchang said excitedly: "Let's put it this way, from now on I will also be the boss of the restaurant. We can discuss things at home."

In fact, except for King Liu and the dead Yuan Tuotuo, no one else here is rich.

Even when Dakuchang treats guests to dinner, he feels sorry for the money spent on food and drinks.

The thought of opening a restaurant by himself made him so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

However, Zheng Guohua said from the perspective of an experienced businessman: "If you think so, the restaurant will not be open in the long run. No matter who it is, business is business, and friendship is friendship. How can you make money if there are people going there every day to eat and drink for free? If you don't make money, How can I explain the money to the boss?"

In the past, he was a white paper fan. The white paper fan was also called "揸shu", which means accountant.

It is said that the first white paper fan since ancient times was Chen Jinnan, who was Wei Xiaobao's master.

Later he opened a bakery and did business with foreigners.

He has economic acumen and has done business, so he still has a say.

"Yes, yes. Uncle Zheng will teach me more in the future to avoid making Master Zhao unhappy."

This allowed Zheng Guohua to regain some of the feelings he had back then.

Yes, it’s this kind of respect for teachers.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with Zhao Chuanxin joining forces.

He nodded proudly: "Well, from now on, doing good work and making more money is the right way."

…

Midun thought the fire could not burn his head.

Let these Chinese people figure it out on their own.

He is very old and does not have a wife yet.

Whenever there was a banquet held at the Governor's Palace, there was no hostess in his home to entertain the guests.

Therefore, he would not hold a banquet if he could.

It's not impossible not to hold a banquet. There is a Hong Kong Club on Hong Kong Island, which is specially set up for this kind of social interaction.

But Midun is a Jew, and Hong Kong Island will not accept Jews.

In addition, as a Jew, he was not allowed to attend church Sundays.

These things have always been a knot in the heart of the proud and arrogant Mi Dun.

Today was Sunday, and he wanted to lose his temper at home, but there were only servants at home, and it was useless to lose his temper with the servants.

Just as he was getting angry, the servant came to report: "Mr. Governor, Detective Li is here."

When he heard that Li Ziyu was coming, Midun's brows relaxed a little: "Ask him to meet me in the study."