mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1016 Young man, I see how violent your expression is

In Mexico City, the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was furious after hearing the report from his men: "Three hundred men, fighting against a dozen or twenty people, and we lost?"

The subordinate scratched his head and was about to correct him, saying that he was not going to hit a dozen or twenty people, but only one.

But on second thought, reporting like this is just plain uncomfortable.

He also didn't believe that one person could drive away three hundred fully armed rural mounted patrol policemen.

So I just stood there without saying anything.

Victoriano Huerta wanted to send troops to encircle and suppress them, but Emiliano Zapata had been giving him a headache recently. He had obtained a lot of new weapons, and the situation was getting bigger and bigger, and he was in the limelight.

"Did John Constantine support any side in the uprising? Or against Dias?"

"No."

"Then let him live for a while longer."

……

Zhao Chuanxin dug a temporary eye at the Grand River. On the way back, he skipped the mountain road and took the water route directly into the sea, crossed the Gulf of Mexico and headed north to New York along the Atlantic Ocean.

By the way, Eye No. 22 was inserted in the city of Torreón.

Zhao Chuanxin ran for three and a half hours to cover a distance of three thousand seven hundred to eight hundred kilometers, arriving at Lower Bay, New York. He went upstream along the Hudson River and directly arrived at Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown without exerting any power of faith.

It was already the middle of the night.

Zhao Chuanxin hadn't slept for more than twenty-four hours and only felt a little tired.

He immediately took out a cigarette and lit it, then smoked one happily outside the manor and teleported to Eye No. 12, the bedroom of Ethan Manor.

He lay on the bed and designed some drawings with Xingyue.

The first drawing is a bicycle that looks similar to the third-generation Youlong.

That’s right, it’s a bicycle, with pedals, a thin iron shell, a chain, and wheels…

The second drawing shows the Shenhuo Feiya, which is the original rocket recorded in the Ming history books.

There are also various kinds of big firecrackers and other strange things in the back.

After finishing the design, Zhao Chuanxin went to bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The next day, the maid was startled when she came to clean the room.

Zhao Chuanxin was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a mess of miscellaneous items scattered on the floor.

The maid was in her thirties, still charming, and dressed in a maid's outfit. She blushed when she saw the master, who was completely naked except for his boxer briefs, with his angular muscles and manly beard.

I wanted to leave, but I couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and thought to myself: I'll move closer and tidy up the ashtray on the bedside table.

When she got closer, her butt suddenly felt tight and she was held down by a big hand.

The maid almost screamed, and saw the master on the bed glaring at her with his eyes wide open, pressing her butt with one hand and clenching his other fist as if he would hit her at any time.

She was so scared that she weakly called out, "Master."

Zhao Chuanxin let go, relaxed his tense body, and lay down again: "Ask Freddy to prepare a Chinese breakfast for me."

The maid was a little disappointed when she saw him let go of her hand: "Yes, sir."

A real man, a good guy, and full of vigor and vitality are not enough to describe him.

Not long after, Zhao Chuanxin got up, washed up, and went to the restaurant.

Freddy Pavitt stood respectfully beside him and bowed slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about anything else. He sat down and started eating. He made twenty-five meat buns, seven tea eggs, three bowls of porridge, and four stacks of pickles.

The serving maid was dumbfounded.

How big does the stomach need to be to hold so many things?
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he said to Freddy Pavitt, "Contact Abraham first and ask him to find a man named Shen Dengjia in the New York Police Department to get him out. At the same time, find out where the headquarters of the Royalist Party in New York is."

Freddy Pavitt withdrew.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the yard and saw the big black man Marcus Nkrumah.

"Master." Marcus Nkrumah said happily with his mouth wide open.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

The Ethan Manor is at its most beautiful at this time. The villa is quiet and secluded, with dense sculptures. In the distance you can see the shimmering Hudson River and towering mountains shrouded in white mist. The courtyard is shaded by green plants, the grass is lush, the turtle-back polished bricks are inlaid with clusters of flowers, and the fresh air is refreshing.

Don’t think that things created by humans lack spirit. In fact, people prefer regular scenery, which is their nature.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a recliner and sat down, and Marcus Nkrumah wisely went to bring him a foot pad.

At this time, a big dog with a black body and a yellow mouth came running over and barked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the dog in the face, making its mouth crooked and its eyes slanted: "Get lost."

Marcus Nkrumah felt distressed but dared not say anything. He stepped forward and grabbed the dog's head: "Don't disturb the master."

The dog was dragged away.

Zhao Chuanxin had a rare moment of leisure time, so he simply took off his silk shirt and basked in the sun.

Unfortunately, his body is destined to never get tanned no matter how much he gets in the sun, so there is no need to dream of having wheat-colored skin.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said to Xingyue: "No, our fake third-generation dragon cannot be that simple. You have to design some complicated and useless structures and add the launch port of the Divine Fire Crow and the Maxim machine gun on it."

Xingyue asked: "What about the power? Does it need to be improved?"

"No, the power is still from the pedals."

Xingyue: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin basked in the sun for two consecutive days at Ethan Manor.

The next day, Abraham Cohen finally wrote a letter saying that Shen Dengjia had been rescued.

Zhao Chuanxin brought Marcus Nkrumah to New York, to Xinghui Catering Company, 169 Grand Street.

Abraham Cohen, Andrew Miller, the Smith brothers, Arthur Gompers, Jesse Livermore, Thomas W. Lawson and others were all present.

"Mr. Zhao."

At the entrance of Xinghui Catering Company, everyone shook hands with Zhao Chuanxin who got off the car, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The last person was a middle-aged Chinese man, Shen Dengjia.

Since being rescued by this group of people this morning, Shen Dengjia has been in a daze and has no idea who rescued him.

After all, this group of people includes both black and white people. I heard that there is the son of the chairman of the American Federation of Labor, the president of a chain of restaurants, the president of a chain of nightclubs, a pastor of the Chamber Pot Cult, a big short seller on Wall Street, and a financial tycoon...

Everyone has an impressive background.

But they were extremely respectful to a tall Chinese man, even excited, which made Shen Dengjia even more confused.

Who is this person from?
He looked at him carefully and saw that he was wearing a silk shiny navy blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up and his chest buttons unbuttoned. His hair was combed back and his beard was black and thick, about four inches long.

This guy is really tall. Apart from the big black guy who is about two meters tall, he is the tallest among everyone present.

His eyes were indifferent, and one could tell at a glance that he regarded human life as worthless.

He had a blank expression on his face, indifferent to the excitement of the crowd.

Then, Abraham Cohen introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "This is Shen Dengjia."

Then he said to Shen Dengjia: "It was Mr. Zhao who asked us to rescue you."

Shen Dengjia hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I will never forget your kindness."

A name suddenly popped up in his mind, but he was not sure.

He asked: "Mr. Zhao, may I ask why you saved me?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and Thomas W. Lawson quickly took out a match to light it.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Shen Dengjia coldly: "It was said by Tan Yingzong of the Royalist Association in Torreon, Mexico."

Then, he ignored him and said to the Smith brothers and Abraham Cohen, "Bring your people with you and follow me to find the people from the Royalist Society."

Shen Dengjia was not annoyed, he just watched from the side.

In just a moment, more than fifty strong men in black and white gathered on Grand Street.

Many people had bulges on their waists, and gun holsters could be vaguely seen.

Shen Dengjia was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

The group marched into Chinatown in a mighty procession.

Arriving in Chinatown, it was impossible not to alarm the On Leong Hall and the Hip Sing Hall.

A group of Chinese people thought someone was looking for trouble and came over aggressively.

When the leader saw Zhao Chuanxin, he asked excitedly, "Mr. Zhao?"

The person who came was Chen Yigeng, the one Zhao Chuanxin had impersonated to cause trouble in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin then smiled and nodded.

Chen Yigeng asked: "Mr. Zhao, what are you doing..."

"Look for the Royalist Association."

Chen Yigeng understood and clenched his fist, saying, "The Royalist Society, these sons of a bitch, should have been eradicated long ago. In the past year, the Royalist Society has colluded with Xieshengtang and bullied the market a lot."

The two sides talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the gate of the Company for Saving the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Catch the person."

The commotion here was quite loud, and Chinese people in Chinatown came out to watch, and New York police also stepped forward.

"What are you doing..."

The Chinese people around were excited and there was something fun to watch.

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Big Smith, who glared at the policeman fiercely with his triangular eyes.

The policeman's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he felt bitter when he saw this group of people were so vicious and violent.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his finger: "Let him in."

Big Smith let him in, and the policeman came to Zhao Chuanxin tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Do you recognize me?"

The policeman looked at him carefully and his face changed drastically after a while: "You, you, you are Ethan Zhao!" When Zhao Chuanxin was in New York, he dealt with tens of thousands of police officers, and many people had seen his face.

Zhao Chuanxin blew a puff of cigarette smoke into his face: "I'm here to do the job. Do you New York Police Department have any objections?"

"no no……"

Those who had objections were completely replaced.

"Then go back and tell your people not to bother me."

The policeman wished he had two more legs so he could run away.

Shen Dengjia's head was buzzing as he watched.

When Chinese people go to the United States, they tend to behave themselves with humility. If they are bullied, they usually swallow their anger and make a big deal out of a small matter.

Only this man is obeyed by the blacks and feared by the whites.

Chen Yigeng chuckled and said, "In the whole United States, only Mr. Zhao has this kind of face."

Neither can Situ Meitang.

Now Situ Meitang has learned to use the law, while Zhao Chuanxin still speaks with his fists.

The Chinese in Chinatown were even more shocked. How could even the usually arrogant New York police leave in disgrace?

Soon, the members of the Royalist Party were arrested.

They cursed and threatened us: "Do you know where this is? Do you know who we are? I will make sure you pay the price..."

Zhao Chuanxin was upset by his noisy chatter and waved his hand: "Beat him until he can't speak anymore."

Big Smith was ruthless. He put on brass knuckles and punched the man three times, and the man's tongue almost became stiff.

With the cooperation of Chen Yigeng, not only the members of the Royalist Party were arrested, but also people from Xieshengtang were arrested.

At this moment, a carriage came hurriedly.

A white man got off the bus and, without even wasting time introducing himself, he ran into the crowd and shouted, "Mr. Zhao, wait a minute. I'm a representative sent by Secretary of State Philand Knox. I want to talk to you."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the man and frowned.

It looks like Philander Knox has taken over.

No wonder the railways built outside the Great Wall with American capital progressed so rapidly.

In the next few years, the United States continued to use Ronaldo's big stick policy, but with the addition of moneyism.

Holding a big stick and talking sweetly did not work for Zhao Chuanxin, so he implemented moneyism, which used money and material interests as the main driving force to seize overseas markets and colonial privileges.

Philander Knox was an effective executor, even more competent than the current President of the United States.

"explain."

"Whoever Mr. Zhao wants to deal with, these people must deserve it. Mr. Knox's intention is to arrest them and sentence them."

Philander Knox was undoubtedly clever.

He reacted so quickly, he must have arranged people in New York a long time ago to notify him immediately if Zhao Chuanxin appeared and caused trouble.

As for the ban that Daluo had issued, it was just something he listened to. Would Zhao Chuanxin obey it obediently?

Besides, the person has already left and the tea has been forgotten.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the held down members of the Royalist Society and told them: "I am Zhao Chuanxin."

These people's expressions changed slightly.

Someone stiffened his neck and said, "Even if you are Zhao Chuanxin, you can't kill people without reason."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "I can."

After saying that, he tapped him on the forehead.

A blood spot appeared between the man's eyebrows and his body went limp.

The black man holding him down sniffed his breath and said in a muffled voice, "Dead."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The representative sent by Philand Knox pursed his lips and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin continued, "Kang Youwei has done nothing wrong, and you are his accomplices. You all deserve to die."

This time no one dared to shout, everyone lowered their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin continued, "It is urgent to crack down on your Royalist Association. The odd numbers will die, and the even numbers will survive."

In troubled times, important codes should be used.

Zhao Chuanxin said this as he moved sideways and nodded to the forehead of every person standing beside him.

Anyone who was pointed out died instantly.

When the people behind saw this, they began to struggle violently.

One of them, before dying, burst out with great potential, broke free from the two people who were holding him and tried to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907.

call out.

The man had a bloody hole on the back of his head and he lunged forward.

Shen Dengjia felt relieved, but this execution made him uneasy.

He was certain that the man in front of him who killed people without blinking an eye was the legendary Far East Butcher - Zhao Chuanxin.

No wonder Westerners call him the butcher.

Killing chickens and cows may not be so satisfying.

The surrounding Chinese were terrified that this man actually resorted to lynching. The major gangs in Chinatown might also resort to lynching, but they did not dare to be so blatant.

Zhao Chuanxin moved quickly and finished tapping the remaining foreheads in a moment.

No one knows what's on his finger and why people die from it.

The scene is not thrilling, but it is very stressful, especially for those with ulterior motives and bad consciences.

Zhao Chuanxin used his vocal organs to speak in Chinese to the Chinese people watching in Chinatown: "It is not easy for Chinese people to survive overseas. I cannot bear to see Chinese people being bullied, but I hate people who deliberately cheat our compatriots, like this Royalist Protection Society. If you are not united, I will help you unite."

It makes me angry just thinking about it. The Koreans later also encountered riots in the United States, and blacks gathered together and wanted to rob the Korean streets.

The Koreans rose up in resistance and killed the black mob so hard that they cried for their parents.

If it were the Chinese, they would adopt a survival strategy of having as many children as possible and raising them as long as they could. If one person is killed, there are still two left. If two people are killed, there are still three left.

Luzon, Indonesia, the United States, Mexico...

There are countless examples, and none of them end up being resolved.

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath and said in a dull tone: "Let's go."

After leaving Chinatown, Zhao Chuanxin ordered everyone to disperse.

He walked with Big Smith, Abraham Cohen, Thomas W. Lawson and a few others.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the fast food truck owned by Xinghui Catering Company, the image of Rebecca Levy busy in the truck suddenly emerged in his mind.

Feeling exhausted, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "You all can go too. I'll take a walk by myself."

"But..." Jesse Livermore wanted to speak.

Thomas W. Lawson stopped him and said, "Then we'll go first."

After taking a few steps, Jesse Livermore said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you pulling me? I want to tell Mr. Zhao something."

"We'll talk about it later. Besides, what you want to say is nothing more than that the economies of the United States and France are recovering rapidly, and it is time to short sell again?" Thomas W. Lawson curled his lips.

"Ah, this..." Jesse Livermore still liked to short the market, and this hit the nail on the head.

Historically, the world economy has been developing rapidly in recent years, but he just kept short selling and lost everything several times, but he always managed to make a comeback.

"There is a phrase in China, called - a leaf covering the eyes." Thomas W. Lawson said, "You only see the economic trend, but you don't pay attention to the military level of various countries. Don't you realize something is wrong? I think a war is about to start. Once the war starts, let alone short selling, the economy will develop rapidly. Now it is the United States and France. If the war really breaks out, German industry and commerce will rise again. If you short sell at this time, aren't you courting death? Mr. Zhao is proficient in the art of war. Do you think he will approve of you?"

There was a dispute between Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson.

The two camps of Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers were also at odds with each other.

Once they were out of Zhao Chuanxin's sight, the two of them groaned and parted ways.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Marcus Nkrumah money and asked him to buy food from the dining car.

When the big black guy heard the word "eat", his eyes lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin found an old beggar with disheveled hair and dirty face on the corner of the street.

He walked over and sat down next to the beggar.

When the beggar tilted his head to look at him, Zhao Chuanxin realized that this person was actually Chinese.

"What's the matter, man? How did you end up like this?" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at the beggar.

The beggar also bared his teeth: "When the excitement is over, sadness comes. I know the limit of gain and loss. I am not lost. I have finally seen through it."

"If you have seen through the world, you can go out to work and sell your labor, but do you have to beg for food?" Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigarette and accepted all beggars.

"You don't understand. Among beggars, there are snake beggars, poetry beggars, and ringing beggars. Snake beggars play with snakes, monkey beggars play with monkeys, poetry beggars are the most elegant, and ringing beggars are the most refined. I am a ringing beggar, and this is how I beg."

After that, the beggar took out a suona and said: "After listening to my music, some generous people gave me some money, while others gave me some bread. It is also a reward for my hard work. You can't underestimate me."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised, but he agreed: "Suona is good. Even if Beethoven played the piano all night, I still couldn't understand his sadness. But when the suona sounded, I knew I had to give a gift."

"Haha, maybe Beethoven was sent away by the suona." The old beggar laughed and changed the subject: "Young man, I see that there is a lot of hostility between your brows and a murderous aura. If you don't restrain it, this murderous aura will make you even crazier than this old beggar."

"Then how do you think we can crack it?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a playful look on his face.

The old beggar smiled and said, "Everything has its cycle. All the evil spirits are caused by insufficient ability, and all the evil spirits are caused by relying too much on external things. If you rely too much on your ability and external things, once they are insufficient or leave you, you will feel pain like cramps and bones being pulled out.

A gentleman is happy when things are right, while a villain is always worried and sad about his impending death.

You do your best and accept that things may go against your wishes. This is what is called the movement of Tao.

Young people, don’t let those people who make you gnash your teeth disappear completely in the great destiny of heaven and man.”

A rare look of confusion appeared on Zhao Chuanxin's face.

(End of this chapter)