The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Running on the Han River was too smooth, even if it took a long way, Zhao Chuanxin would rather take a long way than go over the mountains.

Zhao Chuanxin was downstairs on a stilt building by the river, watching an absolutely beautiful Miao girl combing her hair.

The weather was cold and gloomy, but she didn't wear much. She had fair skin and long hair. It was as if all the beauty of Zhao Chuanxin's landscape were concentrated on her.

It’s not that there aren’t beauties in this era, it’s that those who have the qualifications and conditions to be on camera are all crooked ones, which is really abominable.

After seeing him, Miao Nu forgot to comb her hair and opened her mouth slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin slowed down, opened his mask, took out his camera and took a picture. Then he smiled at her, which frightened her so much that she turned around and went back to the house, with the door tightly closed.

From now on, he will take a photo of every beautiful girl he sees, so as not to leave a prejudiced impression on future generations that there are no beauties in this era.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged and had no choice but to put away the camera and continue running until Hankou.

The pier in winter was still crowded. Zhao Chuanxin, wearing a torn cotton robe, put his hands on his sleeves and got on a rickshaw: "Go to Bagong's house in the new concession."

The New Concession is the name given to the territory that Zhao Chuanxin regained in the concession. Bagong's house is more famous, as it is the base of King Juan Technical College.

"Sit tight, let's go now." The driver was sweating profusely on the road.

There was a rickshaw running parallel to Zhao Chuanxin, and sitting on it was a young man, a foreigner, with oily hair and a pink face. His hair was combed as if it had been licked by a dog at a young age.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look at it, but unexpectedly, the young man scolded him: "You low-class man, are you worthy of looking at me?"

It was obviously not the first time that this kid scolded Chinese people like this. After he finished speaking, he was very proud and looked like you are very angry but have little patience with me.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and suddenly stood up and jumped.

The driver felt the weight of the car and saw Zhao Chuanxin running to the car next to him, pulling the foreign kid out of the car, holding back his hair and slapping his mouth.

Bang bang bang...

Both rickshaws stopped.

The passengers have all gotten off, what should we do if we don’t stop?

"Oh, don't hit, don't hit..."

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster..."

Both coachmen heard the foreign children's contemptuous words towards Zhao Chuanxin, but they did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin had such a violent temper.

Both of them stepped forward to pull Zhao to pass on his salary.

They were hard laborers, and their strength was not small, but when Zhao Chuanxin was pulled, Zhao Chuanxin's movements did not take away the form, and he continued to fight as he should.

Zhao Chuanxin was very particular about how he slapped his mouth. When he slapped the left side, he had to wear his ears. When fanning the right side, leave the ears open.

After a few blows, the half-grown child's left ear was pierced, and his eyes began to wander.

Zhao Chuanxin let go, stared at him and asked, "Are you going to say what you said before?"

The half-grown child's crotch felt hot and he wet his pants.

He cursed before and no one dared to talk back, even though he was not yet an adult. This gave him a great sense of satisfaction. He felt that when he came to the East, he could be an uncle everywhere and be looked down upon by others at any time.

But after walking too much at night, I finally bumped into a ghost.

Another rickshaw came up behind, and there were two followers on the left and right of the rickshaw.

"Hey, hey, stop it, you two go help and beat that bitch to death. How dare you beat Mr. Paul..."

The people on the rickshaw couldn't help but become anxious when they saw that the half-year-old child named Paul was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin until his face was as swollen as a pig's head.

The two bastards were so obedient that they immediately stepped forward, one of them to pull Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head with a smile on his face and cold eyes: "Let me ask you, do you want to stand up for this little foreign devil?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, I..."

Yes, Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking nonsense and raised his right hand to punch suddenly.

The secondary limbs shrunk and he punched. Outsiders saw that Zhao Chuanxin's fist did not hit the man's face, but the bridge of his nose was sunken.

It's not collapsed, it's dented.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and pinched the other person's neck from the air, click!

The mark on the man's neck was not like five fingers, but two strangulation marks, and his spine was severed by Zhao Chuanxin's auxiliary limbs.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his neck and immediately came to the rickshaw behind: "Send your name."

The man was so frightened: "I, I..."

Who can beat someone to death in a circle and break their spine in one blow? A fantasy.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

The man was so worried that he hurriedly said: "I am Wu Xinsheng, the comprador of Lixing Foreign Company in France. If you dare to kill me, you will be in big trouble! The person you beat was Paul, the son of the Consul General of Belgium, Frangi. You are finished..."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed.

Because of Maozi, Hankou became a tea processing and distribution center.

The Bagong brothers specialize in the tea business, and they are the two brothers who robbed the house from Zhao Chuanxin.

He was just thinking about how to open a tea collection and distribution point in Hankou, when someone immediately came to his door.

Zhao Chuanxin repeated: "The French Lixing Company, right? The son of the Belgian consul, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin put on the gloves of the fire armor and pulled Wu Xinsheng out of the rickshaw.

Wu Xinsheng was confused, why couldn't he tell himself his family name?

How dare you offend Belgium and France in broad daylight?

Without saying anything, Zhao Chuanxin started punching him in the face.

"Ouch..."

"Forehead……"

"drink……"

"..."

After four punches, there was no movement.

Zhao Chuanxin let go, and Wu Xinsheng fell to the ground exhausted.

At this time, many Chinese and foreign people had gathered around, and they were talking a lot.

The Chinese were surprised that Wu Xinsheng was very famous in Hankou because he made his fortune as a comprador for a foreign company and was one of the countless legends in Hankou, but he was beaten to death on the spot by Zhao Chuanxin with three or four punches.

"That's Wu Xinsheng. I'm afraid he's going to offend the French."

Foreigners accused Zhao Chuanxin one after another.

"Hitting even children is lawless!"

“This must be reported to the patrol and brought to justice!”

Zhao Chuanxin was still not relieved, he raised his leg and stamped hard.

Click!

Wu Xinsheng must die now.

The people around him were frightened by his ferocity and backed away again and again.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his gloves, looked at the people around him, and said loudly: "I am Zhao Chuanxin, who has any objection if I beat them to death?"

Buzz…

People like Wu Xinsheng are considered one of the legends in Hankou, but Zhao Chuanxin is a legend among legends in Hankou.

Those foreigners no longer dared to accuse and took a step back.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What the hell, I've only been away for a long time, and even a half-year-old child dares to discriminate against Chinese people? Who the hell gave you the courage?"

Now everyone finally understood why Zhao Chuanxin beat and killed people.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Wu Xinsheng on the ground: "This man is a comprador of the French Lixing Foreign Bank, and he is a legionnaire for the Belgian consul's son. This kind of person is called a traitor. Spread my words. It doesn't matter if you make money from foreigners, but who If you are acting as a talisman, don’t blame me, Zhao Chuanxin, for being ruthless.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the little foreign devil and found that he was missing.

However, Zhao Chuanxin was not in a hurry to chase him. If he could escape, the monk could not escape from the temple.

He returned to the rickshaw: "Let's go."

The driver said excitedly: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I..."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you by car." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled.

The news that Zhao Chuanxin had returned to Hankou spread rapidly at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived at Bagong's house, the news had almost reached here.

The coachman was panting and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel. He bared his teeth and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, are you really mad at the Queen Mother?"

Zhao Chuanxin threw an ocean away and simply admitted: "I am so angry with her."

The driver's nose was flaring, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

He didn't hate Cixi, but he felt that being able to win over such a big shot would give him a lifetime of bragging rights.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and entered the room.

Liu Huaqiang was making a speech that was full of saliva: "Let's work harder, Mr. Zhao has high hopes for us, we must not relax..."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw Zhao Chuanxin leaning on the door frame, and Liu Huaqiang's voice stopped abruptly.

Everyone followed his gaze.

"Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them with a smile: "I tried the gun you made, and I heard about the progress we have made in industrial technology this year. It is very good. I am proud of you."

He said and applauded.

Everyone bowed their heads in embarrassment and applauded together.

Liu Huaqiang rolled his eyes: "Mr. Zhao, please go on stage and say a few words."

Zhao Chuanxin never hesitates to show his face and takes the stage with ease.

His hair is messy and his beard is shaggy, but he wears a clean and crisp wool coat, underneath a suit made of double palace silk fabric.

He pressed the podium with both hands, stared at the students and said: "Since I am asked to speak, the theme of today is - how to make you stand out!

Since the Austro-Hungarian Empire purchased its first Daimler truck in 1897, a military revolution has been quietly unfolding around the world.

But the performance of that truck was poor. Two years later, Daimler launched a five-ton truck with an engine under the seat, no chains in the steering, and a newly designed tubular radiator to dissipate heat. , three brakes acting on the two rear wheels and the middle pulley, cooled by a more efficient engine cooling system, etc...

This means that truck technology is maturing.

What can a truck do?

First, it can carry people. It is easy to seat ten or twenty people in the carriage.

Second, it can carry goods. It is impossible to build railways to every place. Even if it reaches a certain town, other means of transportation are needed for collection and distribution. Trucks are the best means of transportation.

Third, it can be used in the military, which is also the most important point.

You all know that I am fighting with Mao Zi in the north, right? If I cut off their railways, they would not be able to transport fast guns and artillery. But what about having a truck?

With trucks with good performance and mature technology, they can transport troops, food, supplies, weapons and ammunition...

They will no longer be restricted by the railway, and I will not be able to stop them no matter how much I cut off the railway track. "

In fact, it was useless for Mao Zi to use trucks to transport people and weapons. Unless he was walking on a road that Zhao Chuanxin could not see, he would inevitably be robbed.

But this cannot be said at this time.

Everyone's eyes lit up after hearing this, and they fell into deep thought.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "During the Russo-Japanese War, I caused trouble for the Little Japanese and Maozi at the same time in the rear outside the pass, and I witnessed the battle between them with my own eyes.

The Russo-Japanese War can be said to have changed the world's view of war.

The first is the heavy machine gun. The great powers have seen the benefits of the heavy machine gun and are now intensively developing it. It can be called a nightmare for infantry.

Next is the grenade. Come to think of it, you still don’t know what a grenade is. I will give you the drawings later for you to study.

Let's talk about the important weapon - artillery.

Artillery is indispensable in modern warfare. In 1896, the French army used a 75-caliber field gun with a hydraulic system buffer for the first time. Artillery has undergone earth-shaking changes since then.

In fact, some things are common, such as the hydraulic system. Can it only be used on artillery? For example, a car's hydraulic shock absorbers? "

Everyone is shocked, Mr. Zhao knows so much.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Let's not mention warships, let's talk about flying in the sky first. In the 1790s, balloons were used for battlefield reconnaissance, and many countries are still using hot air balloons to reconnoiter battlefields.

But balloons have many disadvantages, which you should all have understood when you studied physics. In 1900, the Zeppelin rigid airship successfully flew, which was another major advancement in aviation technology.

But it is not enough. Aircraft have become available. This is a more powerful war tool than the mammoth of the sky, the airship.

Americans have conducted many test flights this year. The development of aircraft is changing with each passing day. It is foreseeable that the sky of the future will be that of aircraft, not airships and balloons.

Among them, the countries that pay the most attention to aircraft are, in addition to the United States, Germany and the United Kingdom. Germany had already built airplanes based on the technology accumulated in the process of manufacturing airship engines, and Britain was hesitant to build an aviation battalion.

We Chinese people have a problem. We always wait and see before doing anything. We don't want to be the first to do something. We wait for others to prove that it is effective before joining in.

The golden mean is harmful to people. As the saying goes, wisdom is not about worldliness. Wisdom is the technology in your hands.

A country that regards worldliness as wisdom is a stupid country, a backward country, and a country that is out of step with the development of the times.

But we at Juanwang Technical College are different. Our sense of smell must be sharper. It is best to keep up with the pace of the world in time, and it is better to surpass it.

Just like Germany's development of airships, even if the road went astray, they were able to accumulate engine technology and then build aircraft engines, so everything has two sides.

I want all of you to stand out.

I'm not afraid of you wasting money. From now on, as long as you have a research project, I am willing to allocate funds to you for research. There is no upper limit.

Even if your research project is extremely absurd and bizarre in the eyes of others, as long as you are willing to devote yourself to research and development, money is not an issue.

Just the day before yesterday, my apprentice Benjamin Goldberg persuaded me to spend more money on you during dinner. One hundred people, each person would spend ten thousand oceans, which adds up to one million oceans. But as long as one talent emerges from a hundred people, its value is far greater than a million oceans.

I think so.

I'm willing to spend a lot of money, so are you willing to be the first person? "

Everyone's blood boiled when they heard this.

The Qing court also engaged in new learning in recent years.

But education funds are really limited, and the little knowledge in textbooks has drained the department's pockets, let alone R\u0026D funds.

Zhao Chuanxin now actually shouted the slogan that everyone should be given 10,000 yuan in funding. How can people not be surprised by this?

"Mr. Zhao, are you serious about this?" A student's eyes sparkled.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and said with a smile: "I will inform Xuantian Sect to establish an accounting office for R\u0026D funds, dispatch the general office and staff as soon as possible, and also set up a patent registration department. There is no upper limit for R\u0026D funds, but don't even think about it. If you want to cheat me out of money, you can apply for any projects that are reliable and have good direction. If you meet the conditions, the funds will be directly allocated."

All the students cheered.

But Liu Huaqiang was very calm. He asked a key question: "Mr. Zhao, if the information is not smooth now, if there is a good project, but the technology has already been available, and we cannot register the patent for the results we have developed, then..."

Zhao Chuanxin blew a smoke ring and said: "Where are our people in Hong Kong Island and New York? Isn't it easy to find patents? You don't need to worry about these, just keep your head down and do research. This is not only related to personal wealth and reputation, but also It’s about the national economy and people’s livelihood.”

Zhao Chuanxin's work seems to be a hammer in one thing and a stick in the other, but in fact they can all be connected.

Zhao Chuanxin waited for them to calm down, and finally concluded: "We have too many things to do, including guns and bullets, cars and airplanes, asphalt roads, metallurgy, etc., and even light industry. Take the British soldiers' corduroy breeches as an example. , there is also a reinforced lining sewn inside, and this kind of lining is all technical. In short, you are very important, more important than the ministers in the court, more important than the emperor, more important than the current new army, you are the The hope of driving away the foreigners in the future is the key to victory in future wars!”

These words are very encouraging.

Who doesn't want to be taken seriously? Zhao Chuanxin values ​​them 200%.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin said to Liu Huaqiang: "Huaqiang, I'll go upstairs first. If anyone comes to see me later, you take them upstairs."

Liu Huaqiang listened thoughtfully to Zhao Chuanxin's last words.

If Zhao Chuanxin comes to Hankou, something will happen in Hankou.

Sure enough, soon the Belgian consul and people from the French Lixing Company came to Zhao to pass on his salary.

They also had a half-grown child with them.

The child was very miserable, his face was as swollen as a pig's head, his eyes were red, and he had obviously cried.

Someone whispered to Liu Huaqiang: "President, remember the day I told you that I was humiliated by a little foreign devil? It was him."

Liu Huaqiang raised his eyebrows.

He said coldly: "Why do you come to our dean?"

Frankie sneered: "I apologize to Mr. Zhao."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Frankie was a little unhappy.

Zhao Chuanxin is so domineering that he can't be offended.

Who are you?

His face turned cold: "Take me to see Mr. Zhao quickly."

Liu Huaqiang was very tough: "If you don't tell me the reason, I won't take you there."

Frankie was furious.

His son was beaten and he was angry.

But when it came to Zhao Chuanxin, who had just defeated Tsarist Russia and made Cixi angry to death, he had nothing to do.

After thinking about it, he had to swallow his anger and said: "My son Paul made inappropriate remarks when riding a rickshaw, which made Mr. Zhao unhappy. Can you take me to see Mr. Zhao now?"

Liu Huaqiang and the student who had been humiliated before looked at each other, and immediately felt happy.

They understood that this stupid little foreign devil not only insulted others, but also insulted Zhao Chuanxin, and was beaten into a pig's head.

Liu Huaqiang suppressed his smile: "Come with me."

…

Zhao Chuanxin placed the bronze eyes in the most luxurious door on the top floor of Bagong's house.

He lit the fireplace to dispel the moisture, and not long after he sat down, there was a knock on the door.

Wearing glasses and cashmere pajamas, he pulled on his plush slippers and opened the door.

"Hey, isn't this Consul Frankie?" Zhao Chuan smiled.

"Ha, ha, ha, Mr. Zhao, can you let me come in to talk?"

Zhao Chuanxin let them in.

Liu Huaqiang also followed in case Zhao Chuanxin had something to ask him to do later.

Zhao Chuanxin stumbled on the sofa, crossed his legs and asked, "What's the matter?"

Frankie pulled Paul over and said, "My youngest son, Paul, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Haha, an apology is useful, why do you need the law?"

"Uh..." Frankie was confused: "He just said inappropriate words and did not break the law."

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table.

Boom!

"What a shame, he actually insulted me and the Chinese? This caused me great physical and mental harm, you know?"

Everyone, including Liu Huaqiang, was excited.

Frankie's face turned pale: "Then, what should Mr. Zhao do?"

"What should I do?" Zhao Chuanxin glared at Frankie: "You want compensation!"

Liu Huaqiang looked strange.

"Compensation?" Frankie was dumbfounded. His son was beaten deaf in one ear and was beaten like a pig's head. Zhao Chuanxin wanted compensation instead?

Suddenly, a surge of anger surged up: "Mr. Zhao, don't go too far!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Excessive? You really don't understand me. So, you can go back. If you can still see a living Belgian in your Belgian concession area before tomorrow, I will lose."

Frankie opened her mouth.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin could do what he said.

This moody butcher has no mercy at all.

His force is extremely tyrannical. He was able to sweep away the military and police in the Hankou Concession before. Now, even the tens of thousands of Tsarist Russian troops have been defeated by him. He is probably even more powerful than before.

The fear of being dominated by Zhao Chuanxin lasted for a long time, and the feeling of powerlessness came to my heart again.

Frankie had the urge to strangle his rebellious son.

Just because of your discriminatory words, the entire Belgian concession will be buried with you?

He took a deep breath and asked, "How should Mr. Zhao compensate?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "I will use your 600 acres of land next to the Liu Family Temple as compensation to barely soothe my injured heart."

Liu Huaqiang was shocked. Mr. Zhao's appetite for blackmail became even greater.

But Frankie stood up suddenly: "This is impossible!"