The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised when he received a call from Fritz Heinze.

"How do you know the phone number here?"

"Mr. Zhao, don't mind. I have no intention of inquiring into your privacy. It's just something important, so I called Lawson Trust Company. It was the number Lawson gave me." Fritz Heinze spoke very politely.

Maybe when people mention the famous "Bronze King", others will give him a bit of a thumbs-down, but Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like him: "It's so early in the morning, if you have anything to do, please leave the court without anything else."

The top brother on the list has fallen from the altar.

It's time for Zhao Chuanxin to let him experience the harshness of the world.

Fritz Heinze recalled the scene when Zhao passed the salary request to ask for a high salary. This world is really wonderful. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Mr. Zhao, a man named Kang Youwei came to see me. He is uniting all your enemies. I want to deal with you."

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the chair, straightened his long legs, lit a cigarette and said: "Who knows, this Kang Youwei really has no sense of boundaries and always offends me. He said how he wanted to die... ...No, did he say how he wanted to deal with me?"

"..." Fritz Heinze said: "He didn't say he wanted to hurt you, he just wanted to drive you out of the United States. He said you wanted to kill him. Although he tried his best to appear fearless, I could tell he was scared."

"laugh……"

Zhao Chuanxin thought of Kang Youwei's obscene talk and couldn't help but laugh.

"He will definitely have to pay for what he did."

Without this thing, history will be eclipsed.

How boring would it be if this world were full of righteous people?

This guy is very smart. He knows that he can't confront Zhao Chuanxin head-on and starts to save the country through curves.

Fritz Heinze said: "Mr. Zhao, I neither agreed nor refused that day. Kang Youwei invited me to go see the Great White Fleet passing by New York Harbor. I guess you can find him there."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Thank you so much. But why do you want to help me? If it's you, I will definitely do the other way around."

Fritz Heinze smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhao, if there is only one person in this world who can never be offended, that person will not be Roosevelt, nor Rockefeller, nor J.P. Morgan, but it will definitely be you. I I have been studying Chinese history for a while, and I found that there was a man named Liu Bowen in your country. People at that time said that he knew for five hundred years before and five hundred years after. I think you are also this kind of person. Not to mention that he is also called the Far East... um, the God of War. "

I almost said "Butcher of the Far East".

Fortunately the response was timely.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Very good, you have gained my friendship. If you have any questions, please contact Thomas or Jesse, and I will return the favor to you."

Fritz Heinze thanked Zhao politely, as if he owed Zhao Chuanxin a favor.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin took a shower and had a meal.

Miao Cuihua became extremely serious and no longer flirted with him, which Zhao Chuanxin was not used to.

Where has that charming lady gone?

Zhao Chuanxin shouted in his heart.

After dinner, it was another day of beating flesh and blood with sticks and bone needles.

When Ganfan saw this, he ran away quickly, otherwise the noise would be too disturbing to the people... and to the dogs.

…

Hong Kong Island.

Li Guangzong received a telegram from Sun Gongwu and asked him to give a call back.

Li Guangzong immediately went to the mailroom.

There is a magnet telephone with a wooden casing produced in England in 1905.

Li Guangzong said: "Xiao Zhang, come and give me a hand crank to generate electricity."

This phone requires a hand crank to generate electricity.

If this thing is like talking on the phone between lovers, their arms may become numb after the phone call. You can build biceps by talking on the phone for a long time.

The assistant named Xiao Zhang began to shake the handle bitterly.

Li Guangzong dialed the phone.

Sun Gongwu's voice came: "Mr. Li, are you okay?"

"Hello, Mr. Sun. What do you want from me?" Li Guangzong was infected with Zhao Chuanxin's straightforwardness.

Sun Gongwu didn't mind. To him, Li Guangzong was the top brother.

What's there to argue with the big brother on the list?

He smiled and said: "This time, I'm here to ask for help..."

Li Guangzong interrupted him directly: "Mr. Sun, people in the Ming Dynasty do not speak secretly. The Xuantian Sect is also struggling to make ends meet. There is really no food to provide and no money to spend."

Sun Gongwu was choked, but fortunately he was used to being criticized all the time.

In a career, what does this grievance mean?

He continued to laugh: "Mr. Li, this is a big deal, this is a good thing, and this is an important matter related to the country's century-old plan. Once successful, not only you and I will be famous in history, but also, doesn't Mr. Zhao want to find an official position in the future?" Job?"

"To be honest, sir, he doesn't want to seek an official position. He is used to being lazy. He does want to be remembered in history, but I estimate that even if he doesn't get involved in your affairs, his actions will be recorded in history."

You can’t get enough oil and salt, right?

Sun Gongwu was a very perseverant person in this regard.

He continued: "Okay, even if you don't want to seek an official position or leave a name, even if you think about the people of the world and overthrow imperialism, this is always meaningful, right?"

"Sun is not talented. He takes fraternity and serving the world as his own duty. I think Mr. Zhao is also a person of the same mind. He will definitely be willing to do something for the people of Li."

Li Guangzong sighed: "Mr. Sun, let me calculate the accounts for you. In October, Xuantian Sect's sects had a total income of about 50,000 yuan. Xuantian Sect's expenses were less than 3,000 yuan, and the construction of Lugang Town cost 37,000 yuan. The remaining money must be put into the treasury to prepare for emergencies. In addition, a sum of money must be paid to be used for the Xuantian Sect’s sect meeting in the second half of the year, as well as personnel from both Lugang Town and Xuantian Sect. Travel expenses for exchanges...so I really don’t have any money.”

I thought that Sun Gongwu would be disappointed, but he changed the topic and said with awe, "Revolution is not just about money, it can also be done by people. Sun heard that your Xuantian Sect has a tribunal, and everyone is very skilled. Not as good as Li Sir, lend it to me temporarily..."

Good guy, it turns out that the drunkard’s intention is not the wine.

Li Guangzong couldn't laugh or cry: "The adjudication panel only serves the Xuantian Sect. This is an iron-clad rule that cannot be changed even if it breaks the law. What's more, recently we have discovered that the Japanese are ready to move across the sea in Macau, and they often use ships to transport weapons and ammunition. I must Beware of them.”

Sun Gongwu lost his incantation: "Then this, this..."

Can you still have fun if you don’t have money or someone to give you?

Throughout history, he has always made such empty promises.

Li Guangzong's heart moved.

Suddenly two bold ideas came to mind.

One is, since it can be deployed on Hong Kong Island, why not go to the islands across the sea?

Secondly, according to Mr. Sun's prediction of the future, although Sun Gongwu is not yet a great person at this time, he will be successful sooner or later in the future. Why not pave the way for the next era?

Even if you don't want to be an official, there are people in the court who can do things easily.

He said in a deep voice: "Mr. Sun, I know that your gang members are all over the Southeast China Sea, and I want you to do a favor."

He first asked the other party to help, which was considered a test.

Sun Gongwu did not hesitate: "Mr. Li, please tell me, if I can help, how dare Sun not do his best?"

"Help me find out why the Japanese are sending weapons to Macau?"

"It's a small matter, I'll take care of it."

Li Guangzong twitched the corner of his mouth: "I think Mr. Sun is devoted to serving the country. Although the adjudication team cannot be lent to you, I can say hello to Battalion Commander Zhao in Lugang Town to see if there are any promising young people who are interested in the battlefield. , maybe I can recommend one or two for you.”

Originally, Sun Gongwu had already given up.

Unexpectedly, the surprise came too suddenly.

He was so happy that he was almost speechless: "That's great, that's great..."

The Lugang Town Insurance Team is a world-famous team.

The ruling panel is nothing!

Li Guangzong smiled.

Because when Sun Gongwu discovers the truth, I wonder if he will be excited?

…

On the third day, Mahina was busy tattooing Zhao Chuanxin in the yard.

Freddie Pavitt is back with Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah.

They were accompanied by three cargo carriages.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin lying on the chair with a tattoo, Benjamin Goldberg jumped out of the carriage and rushed over: "Master!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head, feeling a little missed after not seeing this little bastard for so long.

He smiled and said, "I'm back."

Benjamin Goldberg gestured and said: "Master, Freddy Arms Production Company has started work. This time we brought back Ares M1907 and Lugang M1907 and the ammunition you asked for."

The God of War M1907 is a submachine gun developed by two masters and apprentices.

Lugang M1907 is a pistol developed by master and apprentice together with John Browning.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to stop Mahina, indicating that she would wait until she gets the tattoo.

"Show it to me."

It's nothing to be able to play with guns. Now it's much more interesting for him to design and build his own guns.

Benjamin Goldberg directs Marcus Nkrumah to move boxes down.

After opening the birch box, Zhao Chuanxuan saw the hay and wood block filling inside.

Benjamin Goldberg excitedly picked up an Ares M1907 and handed it to him.

Zhao Chuanxin took it. The structure was the same as his prototype gun, but the details were more exquisite and the workmanship was excellent.

Benjamin Goldberg introduced: "Master, this gun weighs 6.6 pounds, mainly the wood of the butt, which is made of better Sapele wood imported from the UK. The first batch of guns is prepared for you personally. Please use some wood for the rest. The magazine capacity is 50 rounds, and the others are 40 rounds. The bullets are the same as the Lugang M1907, and they all use standard Parabellum bullets."

The use of 9mm Parabellum bullets means that the bullets of Lugang M1907 and Ares M1907 can be used interchangeably.

This is important on the battlefield.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it over and over again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The wooden texture of the gun stock is very beautiful, and this thing can be used as a collectible.

He unloaded the magazine, turned the speed switch, pulled the handle of the gun, first put his shoulder to aim, then put one hand on his waist, changing his left and right hands, and the feel was quite good.

Freddie Pavitt couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was satisfied.

He had been unable to do things well before, but this time he finally completed the task assigned by Zhao Chuanxin.

He directed Marcus Nkrumah to move another box: "Sir, this is Lugang M1907, take a look."

Zhao Chuanxin took the pistol. It was 220mm in length and weighed 2 pounds when empty. The locking mechanism was different from the guns usually designed by John Browning. It swung up and down.

Zhao Chuanxin gave it a try and found it to be more useful than the Horse Pai Zi.

Crank the hammer, snap...

After removing the magazine and looking at the double-row magazine, he asked: "What's the capacity?"

Speaking of this, Benjamin Goldberg was very proud: "The capacity is 15 rounds. Master, you don't know, the old man Browning is unwilling to use double-row magazines even to the death, because he thinks it is unstable. So, we and He splits the patent equally, he uses the slider model, and we use the hammer model, without interfering with each other, and both have registered patents. His gun can only have 7+1 rounds of ammunition at most, but we have 15 rounds."

In fact, this is not only a matter of magazine capacity, but also John Browning's firearms, which have always had his own large-caliber characteristics. After this change, the ammunition will become incompatible.

Zhao Chuanxin is different from John Browning. He does not have this kind of conceited inner burden.

Just the ordinary Bala Bellum is pretty good.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go test the gun."