The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"What's the matter?" Zhao Chuanxin turned to ask him.

"Mr. Zhao, can the new issue of "Hankou Chinese and Western News" be temporarily suspended?" Caprivi's legs were twisted awkwardly, and he was sweating profusely from his forehead, either from fatigue or pain.

I thought Zhao Chuanxian would refuse, but Caprivi had already made plans to keep his mouth open.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin nodded happily: "Okay."

"That……"

"Yes, yes, but they have already printed it. Paper and ink cost money. If you let them do a loss-making business, will they be happy?" Zhao Chuanxin said matter-of-factly.

Silver, silver again.

Caprivi said to himself that it was fortunate that I had considerable financial resources, otherwise I might not be able to afford the compensation based on my salary alone.

His family was originally a German noble.

He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I'll apologize."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up and he waved: "Chi Yisheng, come here."

The loser Chi Yisheng came running: "Principal, is there another victim?"

Caprivi: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin ordered: "Go to the Hankou Chinese and Western Newspaper, find their editor-in-chief Feng Zhusun, and ask them not to publish the newspaper. The cost of printing the newspaper will be borne by Mr. Caprivi."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin held out two fingers to Chi Yisheng in a subtle way.

double?

It takes a lifetime to understand.

Anyway, he is the one who counts the losses. If "Hankou Chinese and Western News" loses 300 yuan, then he will report 600 yuan.

Add money to lay people, and he's done it.

The principal is really a master of making money, Chi Yisheng was impressed in his heart, this plan is connected one after another.

Caprivi probably also guessed it, but he didn't point it out clearly. Let's lose money and avoid disaster.

Then he said with a shy face: "Now that the matter is over, Mr. Zhao, can you continue to diagnose and treat me? This disease is very dangerous, and I don't want to die yet."

Zhao Chuanxin was delighted: "Caprivi, believe me, you don't have to be afraid of death. At your age, the Kingdom of Heaven is already full of guests and guests, and the tables are empty."

"..." The truth seemed to be true, but Caprivi still insisted: "I don't miss them that much."

He didn't want to give others a chance to eat.

"Okay then, follow me later."

The little beggar looked at Zhao Chuanxin who was walking towards him with excitement.

Did you finally remember me?

He said hello: "Mr. Zhao, how are you after a long separation?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "Haha, I feel better after seeing you."

Little beggar: "..."

At this time, the witnesses also walked out one after another.

The little beggar said happily: "After Mr. Zhao's guidance, I worked hard to read and read, and I have already learned three to four hundred words."

He was the kid selling cigarettes that Zhao Chuanxin met last year when he was snatching the concession in Hankou before the war started.

"Oh, after I enlightened you, you became literate, and then you successfully changed from a cigarette seller to a beggar on the street, right?"

"Ah, this..." the little beggar said in confusion: "That's not the case, it's just that they don't need me anymore, and I don't have the capital to go to the British Tobacco Company to get the goods."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Begging is also a promising industry, don't be discouraged. You were just born at the wrong time. If you were born more than a hundred years later, you might be able to get rich by begging."

The little beggar did not doubt him: "How could such a thing happen? But I still want to be an official."

"Go into politics? If you go into politics, you see, Senior Chi, you are a role model for our generation."

Chi Yisheng's face turned bitter.

Hit someone without slapping someone in the face, and expose someone without exposing their shortcomings.

At this time, Shi Lishiting, the general director of the Hankou German Concession Industry Bureau, approached and suddenly interrupted to ask Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, last year the financial turmoil on Wall Street in the United States spread to the world, and we in Germany were also affected, with a wave of unemployment. In this regard, What do you think?"

He actually heard what Zhao Chuanxin said and saw the little beggar, so he deliberately made fun of Zhao Chuanxin.

After all, there is turmoil on Wall Street, and Zhao Chuanxin has an unshirkable responsibility.

Zhao Chuanxin benefited himself at the expense of others, causing the whole world to suffer.

Zhao Chuanxin could naturally hear it, and he was not angry. He put on a tall and wide-brimmed hat, thought about it seriously and said, "Actually, the solution is very simple."

Shi Lishiting and a group of people behind him were dumbfounded.

is that so? But there seems to be some truth, but something is not quite right.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the brim of his hat towards the little beggar: "Reading in fine weather, you have to drink tea in your leisure time. My child, you continue to move forward towards your dream of becoming an official. It's very cold, so I'm going back to drink tea first."

Little beggar: "..."

…

Guangdong, Asahi Yaikawa first called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Qing court, slandering Guangdong that the Navy Flying Eagle fired on the Japanese merchant ship Shikoku Maru and the Japanese gunboat Yakaze and launched an attack, resulting in 36 deaths and 18 injuries. , causing the Shikoku Maru to be seriously damaged, and the Yakaze to be almost broken into pieces and suffering heavy losses. Even the captain was beaten into pieces, which was too horrible to look at.

Then, he immediately came to Zhang Renjun's door in an aggressive manner to "provoke an attack on him."

"Governor Zhang, I think our entire Japanese Empire needs your explanation."

It happened that Guangdong gentry Li Zhaohui was also there.

Zhang Renjun has received a report from the captain of the Flying Eagle, Huang Zhongying.

To be honest, he and Li Zhao would be happy.

Li Zhaohui also said that the matter should come to light.

Unexpectedly, the master of suffering came to the door.

The point is, Tie Tie, you are crying at the wrong grave.

Zhang Renjun said seriously: "I think you may have misunderstood. The Flying Eagle did not fire its guns, let alone hundreds of fast guns that can fire at the same time."

"You still dare to deny it? The sky was clear that day, and no other ships could be seen anywhere on the sea. Governor Zhang, please answer, how did the Yakaze and Shikoku Maru get attacked? Apart from your Flying Eagle, could it be that divine soldiers descended from the sky?"

Asahi Laikawa was "full of righteous indignation" and his face was full of the grievances of the "victim".

Li Zhaohui, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sneer: "It may be possible for divine soldiers to descend from heaven. After all, those who do evil will inevitably die. People are doing it, and God is watching."

Laichuan Qianzhi was furious, pointed at Li Zhaohui, and asked Zhang Renjun: "This person may represent your court? Does Governor Zhang want to start a war?"

Zhang Renjun replied sharply to Maimang: "Consul Lai Chuan, please don't blame me randomly. The matter has not been investigated, so you are slandering me."

"Why should we investigate? The Shikoku Maru and Yakaze, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians, so many pairs of eyes can't see the truth clearly?"

Zhang Renjun sneered: "What a coincidence, the hundreds of pairs of eyes on the Flying Eagle also know the truth."

Laikawa Qianzhi stood up suddenly: "Governor Zhang, you are talking like a rogue, but do you still have the demeanor of a great country?"

"Ah!" Zhang Renjun's chubby old face was completely shocked: "Last time, I had the same doubts. Although your country is only the size of a bullet, it can defeat Tsarist Russia after all. I am asking you to argue, but you are acting like a naughty boy?"

Laikawa Asahi was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, this old man actually put down his body and face and used his method to retaliate.

He could only threaten in annoyance: "Wait and see, this matter is not over. Your Majesty, you must pay the price for your recklessness!"

"If you want a price, you must produce conclusive evidence so that you can leave without giving it away."

After Laikawa Qianzhi left, Li Zhaohui giggled for a long time.

He suddenly asked: "Sir, have you found any evidence?"

He was talking about Dongsha Island.

Zhang Renjun shook his head: "It is particularly difficult to find evidence in such a vast sea of ​​books."

Li Zhaohui remembered something: "Sir, I once heard a friend mention that there is a British journalist in the capital named Morrison. This man has a wide range of Chinese and foreign books and atlases, and he can always find the books he needs immediately. .”

"Huh? I can ask my friends in Beijing to come and visit me."

However, not long after, Zhang Renjun received a telegram from the Qing Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The content of the telegram made Zhang Renjun, who had not been proud for a long time, furious.

It turned out that Yaikawa Asayuki asked the Qing court for economic losses of up to 890,000 yuan and compensation for casualties.

It would be fine if the Qing court refused, but the news Zhang Renjun received was that the Qing court's Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked him to bargain with the Japanese to pay less money.

This is really the mother of Dunlun and his mother! It makes no sense to confuse black and white!

…

Zhao Chuanxin has appeared several times in Hankou, and many people know him.

Chi Yisheng went to the Hankou Chinese and Western News to count the losses. Zhao Chuanxin took Caprivi back. People greeted him from time to time, and he responded one by one.

"hello."

"Is the deal settled?"

"The next hot spot is the Kawachi Shipping Company. You old boy can join in together."

They talked, laughed and boasted all the way back to Bagong's house.

Zhao Chuanxin asked a student to follow him and bring tea and water.

Then he said to the student: "You chat with Mr. Caprivi first, and I will go out to use the toilet first."

The student agreed with some embarrassment.

He is a German officer and he is just an unlettered student. Can we talk to him?

But Zhao Chuanxin had already gone out.

The moment he left the house, Zhao Chuanxin appeared.

Yesterday, he inserted a copper eye on the roof of the shed where the seaweed is stored in Dongsha Island.

When today arrived, sure enough, the warehouse was filled with freshly dried seaweed.

Although only one Sea-Man Grass was sold last night when the "Old God Code" was refreshed, Xingyue said that this thing could make a lot of money, so Zhao Chuanxian had to take it seriously.

There was no one in the warehouse, so Zhao Chuanxin almost finished the pot of Hairencao.

Only a thin floating skin remains.

These seaweeds were enough to consume for a while. He had just taken off the copper eye and was about to flash back when he suddenly looked through the window and saw a damaged Japanese merchant ship near the island - the Shikoku Maru.

There are obvious signs of being hit by cannonballs on the stern of the ship. Although it did not sink, it still needs major repairs.

The furious Nishizawa Yoshiji turned his anger on the local fishermen on the island and beat them repeatedly with a whip.

On the island, several plaster flags fluttered in the wind.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

He released the black puppet craftsman and let Xingyue possess it.

He took out the robe and needlework he wears when the weather is warm: "You can change this robe and trousers into Japanese-style clothes. The trousers should be leggings and wear a short cloak."

The six arms of the black puppet craftsman operate at the same time, threading the needle in an instant, and the needle moves like flying, five minutes faster than a skilled garment maker operating a sewing machine. Two needles are sewing at the same time, three hands are assisting, and the remaining hand is cutting, and the movements are consistent with The connection between the movements is like being refined over time.

Zhao Chuanxin was not idle either. He took out a piece of cloth and cut it with scissors to make a face covering. At the same time, he watched and listened in all directions.

After Xingyue finished hastily, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bamboo hat and put it on to cover his face. He wore a short cloak, a robe with a right skirt, leggings tied under the empty trousers, and cotton socks on his feet. And a pair of cloth shoes that are usually used as disguise.

Live together.

Zhao Chuanxin took out Izumi Mamoru Kanesada, tied it on his belt, and teleported out of the window to the beach.

His height is destined to stand out among this group of Japanese.

His attire, even at this time, seemed a bit average among the Japanese.

Modern ronoi and samurai no longer dress like this.

The unique style immediately attracted attention.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head, with the rim of his bamboo hat pressed low, and used his vocal organ to simulate Megatron's mechanical voice and said in Japanese: "You are so ignorant at such a young age. I really feel sad for you."

Young Japanese samurai: "..."

He suddenly turned around and shouted to his teammates: "Come here, there is a suspicious guy here."

His shout also attracted Nishizawa Yoshiji who was beating the fishermen.

Nishizawa Yoshiji threw away his whip, lifted his belt, and led the people over angrily. When he got closer, he found that the guy wearing a hat with his head and tail exposed was so tall. He couldn't help but look up and down: "Take off the hat and let me see clearly." your face."

"Are you worthy?"

Nishizawa Yoshiji was furious: "Come on, teach this arrogant guy a lesson. No one in Nishizawa Island dares to talk to me like this."

The young Japanese samurai was eager to show off, and immediately stepped forward with his sword drawn, and began to circle around Zhao Chuanxin.

"Death is like the wind, always accompanying me. The road is long, and only the sword is my companion." A sound like metal friction came out.

Young Japanese samurai: "..."

He's so pretentious that it's intolerable.

He rushed over with his knife raised.

In the process of fighting against the virtual desert emperor, Zhao Chuanxin mainly went through five stages.

In the first stage, he worked hard and made progress while learning.

In the second stage, he combined traditional swordsmanship with Western swordsmanship.

In the third stage, because the Desert Emperor was often stuck at a certain level and found it difficult to make progress, Xingyue replayed past low-level Desert Emperors for him.

At that time, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly discovered that as he improved with the difficulty, he ignored some common and simple playing methods of the low-level Desert Emperor, and was often stabbed by unexpected swords.

Just like the realm of "three mountains": looking at mountains, they are still mountains, and looking at water, they are still water; looking at mountains, they are not mountains, and looking at water, they are not water; looking at mountains, they are still mountains, and looking at water, they are still water.

Therefore, the Desert Emperor, who was difficult to break through, was later easily broken through by him.

Until a new bottleneck is encountered.

Later, Xingyue asked him to learn some footwork and principles of using other weapons, using everything he could use.

Then we encountered a bottleneck again.

Later, hot weapons were combined, and hot and cold weapons were used alternately...

Nishizawa Yoshiji twirled his beard and smiled: "Yes, Mitsuru Mifune's swordsmanship has improved again..."

As he spoke, the young Japanese samurai was already charging into the battle with a sword.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin flashed.

Unilateral Qilin step, measuring the sky ruler.

The sheathed Izumi Mamoru Kanesada struck the hyoid bone of the young Japanese samurai.

Click...

"Forehead……"

Even though the knife is shorter than the stick, it still depends on how to use it.

The Qilin Steps in Nanquan were clearly understood by Zhao Chuanxin, and he would never be able to keep up with them despite his busy schedule.

It seems dangerous, but in fact it is a clever calculation that just avoids the blade.

There was no way he could survive. The young warrior's eyes bulged and he covered his neck to see how long he would die.

"..." Nishizawa Yoshiji was shocked: "Damn it, shoot!"

On the island, he was used to being lawless.

Not only did all of his subordinates carry swords, but there were also many gunmen.

The samurai closest to Zhao Chuanxin took off the quick gun from his back.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his foot, and the young warrior's dropped sword was picked up. He turned around and whipped the sword.

laugh……

The great head soared into the sky.

The rifle that had just been cocked was about to fall from the hand of the headless corpse. Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away, stretched out his arm, and fired a shot to the side without looking at it.

A samurai who tried to sneak up on him was shot in the head.

Hit the tenth ring.

During the whole process, Zhao Chuanxin did not raise his head, and the brim of his bamboo hat was always lowered to block the sight of himself and the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled "Fate Banana Symphony" in his mouth.

Nishizawa Yoshiji was dumbfounded.

The enemy was quick and neat, killing three of their men one after another.

A skilled worker is no different from a brick-moving worker on a construction site. He or she uses force when it is time to exert force, saves effort when it is time to stretch, and even has the energy to whistle melodiously.

Nishizawa Yoshiji swallowed his saliva: "Who are you?"

The whistle paused, and the sound of metal friction sounded: "I don't want to change my name when I walk, I don't change my surname when I sit down, I'm just down here - Ebony Wilvin Enyel Twainwei Uwin Muben Osas, oh, you can call me - Blast Wind The swordsman Odebiao."