The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The next morning was bright and clear.

The rain has stopped, but Manhattan is shrouded in fog.

There were policemen watching with binoculars.

"Shet, that son of a bitch, tricked us into getting soaked in the rain all night, and now he's brushing his teeth."

Yes, Zhao Chuanxin rushed back last night.

He washed up in the hospital, lifted up the skull mask and brushed his teeth in the morning, but he was still well protected.

But a group of policemen, even though they were wearing raincoats, were still soaked like eggplants beaten by frost, and they dared not relax like second-grandsons.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and rinsed his mouth, looking at the cloud-covered and foggy sky, feeling that it would not rain again.

The clear weather was a good sign, because the Manhattan police were attracted here, and there was bound to be trouble outside.

He even took out the stove, lit a charcoal fire to boil water, fried himself eggs, and filled his stomach with beef between slices of bread.

The police outside looked at each other in shock.

"Fake, are we just going to surround this homeless man?"

Isn’t this how homeless people live?

"Don't worry, the superintendent has already applied for the use of heavy machine guns. It is said that the New York Assembly discussed municipal bonds yesterday and had no time to pay attention to this. But as long as the higher-ups allow it, Chen Yigeng will die!"

"Yes, the police can lose face, but Chen Yigeng must die!"

And here come the reporters again.

Finding that the matter had not yet been resolved, the reporters became angry.

"Let us in."

If Gerald Stanley hadn't sneaked in yesterday, the superintendent would never have let him go.

But now that the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, it doesn't matter.

The superintendent waved his hand and let him go.

Gerald Stanley became the representative of journalists in New York City because he was the least afraid of death and had the best friendship with "Chen Yigeng".

After Gerald Stanley brought reporters from various newspapers closer, he found that Zhao Chuanxin was dancing? In other words, what kind of kung fu do you practice?

"Chen, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing because his breath would be confused if he spoke.

He slowly stood on one hand, bent his legs back, then brought them together and swung them to the left. After you finish, change your hands and swing your legs to the other side...

A group of reporters were stunned.

Someone murmured: "Is this still a fucking human?"

Zhao Chuanxin propped up his body with one hand and bent his body sideways into a "V".

To do this, you need to move very slowly, and the muscles will never tremble due to exertion, so as not to hurt the joints.

It was also the first time for Zhao Chuanxin to try.

After finishing a set, Zhao Chuanxin adjusted his breath and said, "I'm practicing!"

"What power?"

"China has magical powers!"

"Oh, what kind of power is it?"

"It is China that has magical powers!"

"..."

"New York World" reporter Gerald Stanley said: "Chen, don't you know, in addition to the more than 600 police officers in the First Precinct, at least a thousand people gathered outside. There are also countless spectators. .Aren’t you afraid?”

"Hey!" Zhao Chuanxin let out a long sigh: "What's the use of being afraid? Do I, a victim at the bottom of society, have the right to speak? Fortunately, you uncrowned kings have not been bribed by the New York Police Department, otherwise I would If Dou E is wronged, no one can vindicate her."

As he spoke, he observed carefully.

I noticed that two reporters had unnatural expressions.

So I became convinced that the New York City yamen had not completely given up on public opinion.

But it doesn’t matter.

Gerald Stanley said earnestly: "Chen, I see that the police have set up heavy machine guns outside. They must be waiting for orders from their superiors. Because the police are gathered here, criminals in many places in New York are ready to move without being controlled. . If I am not mistaken, this matter has alarmed the higher-ups, so you should be careful."

After two days of interviews, friendship emerged.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Thank you very much for the reminder."

What he was waiting for was chaos outside.

Gerald Stanley asked again: "What are you going to do today?"

"Today is another day full of positive energy. I plan to fight tooth and nail... No, I plan to fight corruption and evil forces to the end!"

Gerald Stanley coughed dryly: "Chen, think about it carefully. Is there anything you want to tell us today? Think about it carefully."

Gerald Stanley is not a fool. What Zhao Chuanxin said yesterday was too watery.

However, the newspapers that were urgently printed yesterday were sold out this morning, and more copies were even being printed.

What does this mean?

There is something interesting about this matter. Regardless of whether he is exaggerating or not, let’s do a series of reports.

Zhao Chuanxin understood instantly, blinked and said, "Yes, today I will tell you a shocking secret!"

Gerald Stanley and the reporters were refreshed!

Zhao Chuanxin said forcefully: "What I'm going to talk about today is the most original cause of the whole thing - the conspiracy of the Freemasons..."

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Zhao Chuanxin first mentioned Freemasonry, and then mentioned how amazing the identities of its members were, including who was currently a member of the Yamen Gate.

Then he began to invent all the economic crises as their conspiracy.

The industrial revolution and many wars were controlled by them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Their purpose of provoking conflicts between races is to eliminate nine-tenths of the population on the earth. In the end, less than 300 million people are left as elites. A group of idiots who engage in discrimination are willing to be Their manipulation is so stupid..."

Many reporters' heads were buzzing after hearing this.

The point is, if Zhao Chuanxin read it from a book, they might think it was complete nonsense.

But Zhao Chuanxin had all kinds of characters and detailed data at his fingertips, and they didn't sound like they were made up at all.

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Gerald Stanley's breathing became heavy: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I guarantee Chen Yigeng's personality. If he lies, Chen Yigeng will give birth to a son without an asshole..."

A reporter asked excitedly: "Chen, who else is their member?"

"There are also the Rockefellers and the Morgans. These people have bad intentions. You should tell the people to be careful about them."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even write a draft, but just threw dirty water on it.

Gerald Stanley rolled his eyes: "Chen, how can you prove what you say?"

This puts Zhao Chuanxin in a difficult position.

Several twists and turns were made in his mind, and his eyes lit up: "Guys, just wait and see, something big is going to happen in October. And this big thing will be a farce directed and acted by Morgan. If I say If it doesn’t come true, you just think I’m farting!”

At this time, various prophets and magic sticks have appeared.

Gerald Stanley originally wanted Zhao Chuanxi to talk nonsense and predict something that would happen a few years later.

Anyway, after a few years, everyone has forgotten what happened today.

But Zhao Chuanxin was even more explosive, directly predicting what would happen next month.

You know, September will be over in a few days.

"Very good!" Gerald Stanley stood up excitedly and played with the camera: "Chen, I will take a photo for you, and then go back to prepare tomorrow's newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin also stood up, patted his butt, took out a cigar and lit it, put on his cowboy hat, took out his sunglasses, put them on, and put the Lee Enfield rifle on his shoulder: "The pose is ready, ready to shoot."

"..."

Click, click, click...

I took a bunch of cool photos from various angles.

…

Meidong Hospital.

Chen Yigeng brought various newspapers to Situ Meitang to let him pass the time.

Chen Yigeng is also literate, but he gets a headache when he sees the dense tofu cubes.

So he didn't look at it at all.

Situ Meitang picked up the New York World.

The most conspicuous place, the most eye-catching title - Shocked, the New York Police Department's First Precinct actually raised the white flag to criminals!

Situ Meitang couldn't help but read the news, it was too eye-catching.

The content is: On September 28, 1907, a shocking shootout occurred between the 10th and 1st Precincts of the New York Police Department. One side is the police, the other side is a criminal named Chen Yigeng...

Situ Meitang's hand shook and the newspaper fell to the ground.

Chen Yigeng hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and suddenly saw his name in the newspaper.

Out of curiosity, he picked it up and took a look, his face turned black: "I'm sorry! Zhao Chuanxin tricked me... Did the NYPD really raise the white flag? It's over, the NYPD will never let me go in this life, boss." I want to change my name!”

Situ Meitang smiled bitterly and picked up another copy of the New York Morning Post.

The title is - New York fell yesterday, why?

Boy, each title is scarier than the last.

He flipped through a few more copies.

What "human nature is twisted and morally corrupt", what "the reason behind the collapse of tens of thousands of police officers in Manhattan", what "please tell your family and friends immediately, otherwise you will die", what "after reading this report, you will completely doubt life"...

Situ Meitang was convinced.

The most eye-catching headlines in newspapers must be related to Zhao Chuanxin and the First Precinct.

Some are partial to Zhao Chuanxin, while others are trying to trick him.

The water is very muddy!

…

Mott Street.

Kang Youwei's family.

His young wife, He Zhan, picked up today's newspaper and read it to him.

Because Kang Youwei's English proficiency is very average, he was stimulated to learn a little bit by the need for communication in the past few years.

Because he has many wives, he makes many jokes.

When his daughter Kang Tongbi introduced Kang Youwei's wives to Westerners, she would say that this was her mother, and this was her mother sister.

Say "Mada" and "Mama chooses poetry Shida" respectively...

Kang Youwei was very distressed.

When I usually read newspapers, He Zhan usually does it for me.

After seeing the contents of the newspaper, He Zhan's expression changed slightly: "Husband, is Zhao Chuanxin's pseudonym Chen Yigeng correct?"

Kang Youwei was stunned: "Exactly, why do you ask this?"

"He, he, he slandered my husband and slandered the Imperial Constitutional Council..."

Recited the contents of the newspaper.

I blanch!

The protagonist in it was hateful even to Kang Youwei himself.

Some are fabricated and some are true.

Seven points true, three points false.

For example, it is fake to peek at the widow taking a bath, but it is true that he stole antiques.

Furthermore, Zhao Chuanxin tried his best to slander Kang Youwei, saying that Kang Youwei had many wives, concubines, and children, so family relationships were chaotic, such as between his son-in-law and his young wife...

Cheating, stealing, cheating, whoring... In short, Kang Youwei in the newspaper has a very despicable character, which is outrageous.

He Zhan read the letter doubtfully and peeked at Kang Youwei.

This report made her question her life - is the person she admires really such a terrible hypocrite?

Kang Youwei was naturally aware of his wife's reaction, and his nose almost twisted with anger: "It doesn't make sense, it really doesn't make sense..."

There were people who criticized him in newspapers before.

But when he went abroad, the media didn't like him much.

But once this report is seen by overseas Chinese, the consequences will be disastrous.

…

After the reporter left, Zhao Chuanxin took out the sand from the secret realm and poured it on the ground.

Use mud trowel gloves to build low stone walls next to Maxim on both sides as bunkers.

The stone walls are thick enough to withstand heavy machine gun bullets.

Only two lookout points with a very narrow angle are left.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a carriage came from the New York City Government Office.

The visitor brought an order from the Mayor of New York City, George Bruce McClellan: End this farce immediately...

The reporters waiting outside for the war to start became excited: We are going to fight, we are going to fight...