mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1000: Foreigners and dogs, none for sale

Zhao Chuanxin joined the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague for two main purposes.

First, he wanted to use this identity to seize Sakhalin Island.

Second, in the future war, he will go to Europe to be a "good man".

When Zhao Chuanxin received this telegram, he sneered.

Now that you have joined, you want to kick me out? That's just wishful thinking.

Zhao Chuanxin replied to the telegram.

The Hague, Arms Limitation Commission.

Chairman Bellenat was presiding over a meeting when the content of the telegram was delivered to his desk. He happened to read Zhao Chuanxin's reply on the spot.

Bellenat wiped his dim old eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "It's hard to be a human being, it's harder to be a man, and it's even harder to be a responsible man."

"Cough cough..."

Coughing sounds came and went.

What he says is better than what he sings.

Bellenat continued, "I, Zhao Chuanxin, was immature and rash in my behavior. I really shouldn't have..."

Frost Feng snorted coldly: "Now you know how to speak softly? Look at what he did, actually massacring Japanese merchants and civilians? This is unforgivable and must be removed."

The others echoed in unison.

Bellenat glanced at him and said, "Wait until I finish reading."

"OK then."

Bellenat continued, "Because of my immaturity, I couldn't control myself. When I heard that the committee wanted to remove me from my position, I was overjoyed. I can finally go to Belgium to order a batch of weapons and have a good talk with the world..."

Everyone's face changed drastically when they heard this.

I blanch...

What do you mean?
You just got fired and you're going to stir up trouble and start killing people?
It's useless for others to say this.

But the one who spoke was Zhao Chuanxin.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

This is equivalent to telling the world that Zhao Chuanxin was stirring up trouble because the Arms Limitation Committee expelled him. Those who voted were all sinners and must be held responsible for the deaths under Zhao Chuanxin's gun.

"Fake!"

"Damn it!"

"Who is it?"

Bellenat was also dumbfounded.

He coughed again and continued reading: "I beg you all, for the sake of the people, please continue to restrain me, otherwise there will be great loss of lives and disastrous consequences. Zhao Chuanxin, in Shanghai, China."

The breathing could be heard, with heavy gasps and chests rising and falling.

It can be seen that he was very angry.

Damn, they were threatened by this guy.

Bellenat sighed, feeling like he had let a wolf into the house.

Just as he was about to discuss the matter with everyone, the staff came rushing in again: "Another telegram has been sent."

Bellenat's heart skipped a beat: "Bring it here."

He read: "Oh, there is one more thing. I heard that the Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded in October this year. I hope everyone here can say a few good words for me. This award means a lot to me."

"What do you mean?" Dutch committee member Jason Weir said in disbelief: "He is actually going to get involved in this year's Nobel Peace Prize? Did I hear it right?"

The original winner of the 1909 Nobel Peace Prize was Bellenat, chairman of the Arms Limitation Commission, who shared the award with French politician Paul de Constant.

When they heard that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to win the prize, everyone's heads were buzzing.

It is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

However, the dismissal was temporarily shelved as no one was willing to take the responsibility.

……

Flying in the sky.

Nikola Tesla instinctively shouted: "Benjamin, come quickly, I have made a wireless telephone. Benjamin, come quickly, let's try the communication effect..."

After shouting for a long time without any response, Nikola Tesla suddenly realized: Benjamin went to see his master and parents.

The rest of the people in the restaurant don't seem to be very smart. It's a big pity in life that there is no one to share important achievements with.

"Dunzi, Guotie'er, come with me."

Dunzi and Guotie'er did not dare to look down on this foreign eccentric, knowing very well that his strange foreign gadgets would be of great use to the shopkeeper.

Since the shopkeeper's apprentice was not there, they could only put down their work and follow his orders.

Nikola Tesla muttered this and that to the two of them for a long time in a Northwestern accent.

Dunzi was scratching his head when he heard this: "Guotie is smarter, Mr. Ni, can you teach him to do it alone?"

"No, two people must conduct the experiment at the same time." Nikola Tesla's Chinese tone was already strange, and his northwestern accent made it even more out of place.

"Okay then." Dunzi agreed reluctantly.

When the two men came to the agreed location with the equipment, even without connecting the wires, Dunzi was electrocuted and his hair and beard stood up. His hands and feet suddenly became numb and his soul flew away. "Ah, this foreigner is using some magic. Only the shopkeeper and the young master can cure him."

Although I was afraid, I still followed the instructions and followed many government messages.

At this moment, the voice of that weirdo Mr. Ni suddenly came from the loudspeaker: "Hello, hello, can you hear me?"

Dunzi opened his eyes wide, feeling the chill of the desert penetrating into his body.

There is no Mr. Ni around, but his voice is clearly heard in the tube. Could it be that his soul has been possessed?

"Dunzi, are you talking?"

"me……"

"What? What do you mean?" Nikola Tesla's voice came from the megaphone: "Benjamin is not here, it's really troublesome. Come back with the walkie-talkie, and I'll send it to Guotie'er."

"Okay, okay." Dunzi felt relieved.

……

Europe's uncle, Edward VII, believed what Zhao Chuanxin said without a doubt.

In order to save his life for a few more years, he abdicated and gave the throne to his second son with Queen Alexandra, George Frederick Ernst Albert.

Afterwards, he quietly boarded a ship and headed east.

When seeing her off at the dock, Queen Alexandra said coldly, "My dear, you are possessed and have been tricked by that butcher from the Far East. There are many conflicts among European countries now, and a war will break out once you leave. I feel like I have turned into a stiff stone. I can no longer cry or accept these things."

Edward VII really wanted to tell her that he had spent his life eating, drinking, gambling, whoring and having fun, and that he had done his best to treat his nephews during his years as an uncle in Europe.

As for the war, isn't it destiny?
Europe's interests, war or peace, no longer concern him.

What can a mere woman save?

He witnessed the magic of the Far Eastern butcher with his own eyes, and no one could stop him from seeking immortality.

But he was good at dancing, and his words were even more thoughtful in his old age. He would never say anything bad to provoke or hurt others. He just smiled and said, "Dear, it's windy at the seaside, you should go back soon."

But he boarded the ship without looking back, and set sail.

……

Mexico.

The news of Quetzalan's murder of church clergy reached Mexico City and reached the ears of the current President Porfirio Diaz.

Porfirio Díaz, who lived in seclusion, was furious. Without saying a word to the messenger, he wanted to send the executioner General Victoriano Huerta to kill him.

At this time, in Morelos state near Mexico City, Emiliano Zapata, who had received weapons and ammunition from Zhao Chuanxin, led a peasant uprising army to attack the large estate and take back the land with great momentum.

The rebels traveled across states and won the support of desperate peasants. They soon occupied most areas including the towns of Ayala, Cuatla, and Oaxtepec.

The local officials were at a loss and looked pale, and they hurriedly asked the central government for help.

Even newspapers in the Qing Dynasty in the Far East recorded a few words: There are fierce tigers hidden in Anequiolgo, and flying dragons gather in Huaztepec.

Therefore, the plan to go to Quetshalan to suppress the bandits was put on hold for the time being.

……

There were parades in Japan, and there were also parades in the Central Plains.

Both sides hold their own views.

The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs notified the Qing court that it could not touch Zhao Chuanxin and also brought up the incident of the attack on Lubin Prefecture, with the two sides arguing at cross purposes.

What seems like a world of turmoil to others is peace and tranquility to Zhao Chuanxin.

He went to Dong-Sha Island to collect a large amount of sea grass, stored it in the underground fortress warehouse of Quetshalan, and then took a boat north with Benjamin Goldberg, Li Shuwen and others.

A group of martial artists, some of whom stayed in Shanghai temporarily, such as Huo Yuanjia.

The rest was still funded by Zhao Chuanxin and his disciples, and all of them went to Tianjin on the ship.

In "Codex of the Old Gods", the Fearless Vanguard was marked by the Eye of the Demon, and had to stay in the tower all day without seeing the sun, fearing that he would get into trouble.

But sea grass is sold all the time, usually by the residents of Pioneer Partner Haven who drive the giant beetles to Rune City or sell it in the Brilliant Oasis. It is never sold near Pioneer Partner Haven to avoid attracting the attention of the demon.

Zhao Chuanxin spent his days leisurely, reading newspapers and learning from others, yet he was able to make a fortune.

After Empress Dowager Cixi failed in her attempt to challenge the Eight-Nation Alliance, the Qing court began to open its eyes to the world, and the content of newspapers was full of Chinese and Western elements.

Zhao Chuanxin read in the newspaper that the construction of the Titanic had begun at the Harold & Wolff shipyard in Belfast, the largest city in Northern Ireland.

In addition, people and gentry in various parts of China demanded that mining rights be taken back from foreigners, such as the Tongguanshan mining rights and mining rights in various places in Sichuan.

If Zhao Chuanxin wants to be involved in everything, even if he has the altar of the Old God, his legs must be very strong to be able to take care of the world.

On the contrary, in Tibet, Zhao Chuanxin was quite interested in the British's tireless planning to open ports and set up customs in Yadong, Jiangzi, Gadake and other places.

Due to limited energy and inability to spare any manpower, he could only hold back for the time being.

When he arrived in Beijing, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Morrison Library and told Morrison, "I want to buy the courtyard house next door to expand the database and build something."

He wants to use the Morrison Library as a hub for the upcoming Internet industry.

The existing structure is totally inadequate.

Morrison said in embarrassment: "Land in Beijing is very expensive, and the courtyard house next door was bought by a wealthy Japanese businessman who has no intention of selling it. This is difficult to deal with."

"If it's difficult, then don't do it." Zhao Chuanxin patted his butt, stood up, and went straight to the next door and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was indeed a Japanese man, not very tall, with a mean little mustache and a crew cut. He looked up at Zhao Chuanxin and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Zhao Chuanxin held the cigarette sideways and stretched his head to look into the yard.

Many foreigners have bought properties in Dongjiaomin Lane.

We have to admit that after buying a property, foreigners usually clean it up more neatly than Chinese people, making the environment quieter and the ground cleaner.

The Japanese did the same thing, they also designed a garden in the courtyard, but it was small in scale and the grass and trees had not yet sprouted, so it was not very obvious.

The Japanese was a little confused: "I don't know you, what do you want to tell me?"

Zhao Chuanxin covered his mouth with his hands, and said in a sneaky manner: "Let me tell you a secret. The public security in this generation is not good. I advise you to move out quickly and sell your house."

The Japanese sneered and said, "I think you are the one disturbing the peace. This place is adjacent to the concessions of various countries. Is this a place you can come to?"

"Pah!" Zhao Chuanxin spat on the Japanese man's pants: "You are a corrupt and uncultured little devil who takes my kindness for granted. Just wait, I curse your family to lose something."

The Japanese man's nose was almost crooked from anger.

The term "Little Japs" probably became popular in Lugang Town, and the whole country started calling them that. Even the foreigners in China liked to call them that, shouting in broken Chinese: "Fuck Japs."

"You..." The Japanese pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and was about to get angry, but Zhao Chuanxin walked away with his hands behind his back.

At night, the Japanese locked the gate and headed towards the concession.

There are bars, entertainment venues and a rich nightlife.

As soon as he left, Zhao Chuanxin climbed over the wall and went in.

There was a vicious black dog in the yard. When it heard the noise, it opened its bloody mouth and wanted to bark.

Zhao Chuanxin only had to turn his head and look at it with a cold gaze, and the vicious dog would tuck its tail between its legs, shrink its neck back from the kennel, and whimper.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the house effortlessly. He collected all the items, regardless of their value, and left nothing behind. He even scraped off the wall with a sharp blade, leaving only the bricks and stones exposed.

After doing all this, Zhao Chuanxin went out but refused to jump over the wall. He picked up the padlock from the outside through the crack in the door with his light blade and walked out casually, with a guilty look on his face.

Because this place is close to the concessions of various countries, there have been many street vendors since I don't know when, selling all kinds of things, such as amber cups, tortoise shell plates, rhino horns and ivory, all scattered all over the ground.

Most of them were Bannermen who sold their property.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the stall and rummaged around, finding a lot of good stuff.

I don't know what the stall owner is doing, so he left it to someone else to take care of it.

Due to the constant coming and going of people, Zhao Chuanxin went to the side of the stall to look for items.

At this time, a tall and fat foreigner stood in front of the stall with his chest and belly protruding. He looked at them and asked, "How much is this pair of paperweight lions made of mutton-fat jade?"

Speaks broken Chinese.

He mistook Zhao Chuanxin for the stall owner.

Zhao Chuanxin said without even looking up, "We won't sell foreigners or dogs."

The vendor who was actually helping to look after the stall nearby was dumbfounded.

Zhuo, what does this mean?
Aren’t you setting up a stall here just to sell to foreigners?
Foreigners are big and strong with lots of money in their pockets.

The fat foreigner got furious when he heard this and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Fuck, do you believe I will smash your stall?"

"Oh, go ahead and smash it if you can..." Every time Zhao Chuanxin came to Beijing, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't find some trouble.

The foreigners actually kicked the stall, knocking over several bottles and jars. There was nothing wrong with the other things, except for a pen holder that was rotten due to age and improper storage, and was kicked to pieces.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin, who had just finished speaking, finished the rest of his words: "You can kick it as much as you want, it's not my stall anyway."

Foreigner: "..."

The vendor next to him: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and clapped his hands: "What a bunch of crap, there's nothing real about it."

He actually wanted to leave with his hands behind his back.

Vendor: “Hey, hey, wait a minute…”

Foreigner: “Stop.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the vendor and said, "What the hell? Why are you stopping me?"

The vendor's eyes pricked up and he pointed at the broken pen holder: "How do we calculate this?"

"You are blind, can't you see who kicked you?"

The peddler spoke fluent Beijing dialect and must be a bannerman. He grabbed Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Hey, you are a man from outside the Great Wall, an ignorant bumpkin. You are not well behaved when you go out. Why do you provoke foreign masters..."

Halfway through his words, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face.

Snapped……

"roll."

The foreigner roared viciously and tried to grab Zhao Chuanxin from behind and knock him down.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped back and elbowed.

"Forehead……"

The foreigner's diaphragm was pushed, he couldn't breathe, and his eyeballs bulged out.

After Zhao Chuanxin pushed with his left elbow, he twisted his body and raised his right elbow.

The foreigner was hit on the chin.

"Forehead……"

But he just fell down.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even turn his head, but walked forward. When he got to the next stall, he pointed at the ground, pointing at a set of amber cups, luminous cups, rhino horn cups, jade cups, pottery cups, porcelain cups, etc., and asked, "How much is this set?"

The vendor watched Zhao Chuanxin beat the foreigner and forgot to give a false price. He said in a trance, "Fifty taels of silver."

It’s not too little, but it’s not too much either.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took out the money, packed a set of quilts and left.

The hawker regretted it too late.

Not long after walking to the end, Zhao Chuanxin turned into the alley and teleported back to the Morrison Library.

Not to mention how the concession police searched for the arrogant villain who beat the foreigner, nor how the prodigal son of the Bannerman who suffered the loss of the shattered pen holder came back to settle accounts with the foreigners.

However, when the Japanese returned from the concession, they were shocked to find that the door lock was broken.

I pushed the door open and entered the yard, but found nothing unusual.

But when I entered the house, I was dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed.

But I have never heard of a case where the thieves took away everything, leaving not only the walls of the house empty-handed but also a layer of the wall paint scraped off.

Even if you sleep on the floor, the bricks in the wall are an eyesore.

The valuable things hidden in the corners are gone, and all the money in the secret compartment is gone.

The Japanese man was like a mad dog, shouting to the sky: "Damn thief, I'm going to kill you..."

Then he went out to ask around, but no one saw anything unusual.

The Japanese went to Morrison's house next door and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, the Japanese man's pupils shrank when he found that the person who opened the door was the tall man who knocked on his door during the day.

"you……"

"Heh..." Zhao Chuanxin stretched and yawned, "You have no fucking manners. You stay up late at night and disturb people's sweet dreams. You are really a scum who gave birth to a son without an asshole."

Japanese: "You... you dare to scold me?"

"Get out." Zhao Chuanxin was about to close the door.

Seeing this, the Japanese hurriedly swallowed his anger and said, "Isn't this Mr. Morrison's home?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the door frame: "The name on the property has been changed. Now the surname is Zhao."

"Zhao?" The Japanese man looked suspicious. "Have you heard the barking of the dog in my yard since it got dark tonight?"

"I heard it. The dog is not tall, has hair on its mouth, and doesn't listen to people. Sooner or later, it will regret it."

It sounds awkward to Japanese people, why does it feel like they are scolding people?

"Hmph." The Japanese man snorted coldly, turned around and left to report to the police.

Morrison heard the noise and came out to see: "Mr. Zhao, what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing, go back to sleep. Tomorrow go ask the guy next door if he wants to sell his house."

Morison was puzzled.

If you ask today if they won’t sell it, will they sell it tomorrow?
Zhao Chuanxin took the looted items to Quetshalan and asked Aguire Ida to sell them outside the White House Tavern.

Back in his own bedroom in the Morrison Library, Zhao Chuanxin hugged his quilt and prepared to go to bed early.

But suddenly I missed women.

Thinking of Sister Hua’s pregnancy, Old Zhao felt mixed emotions.

I didn't want children, but I ended up having two.

While Sister Hua is still in good health, after this matter is settled, I will go to Lugang Town to find her to pick radishes.

Benjamin Goldberg and the others should be arriving in Deer Hill Town soon, right?

(End of this chapter)