mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1017 I Don’t Believe You Dare to Kill Someone

Marcus Nkrumah returned with sandwiches and bought twelve.

He handed it to Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the old beggar, and Marcus Nkrumah reluctantly passed it to the old beggar.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chuanxin fell into deep thought again.

The old beggar took the lobster sandwich and ate it with relish. Perhaps due to years of hunger, his stomach had shrunk badly, so he didn't eat much.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the wine, the old beggar drank it slowly, while Marcus Nkrumah drank it gulply.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, his expression was sometimes conflicted, sometimes relaxed, sometimes confused, and sometimes clear.

The old beggar started playing the suona, which Zhao Chuanxin found unpleasant to the ear, so he said, "Teach me how to play it."

The old beggar was not worried that he would take his job, so he started by teaching him posture, mouth shape and hand shape.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin understood it immediately.

Then he taught Zhao Chuanxin what tube tones and various scales were, and then he taught Zhao Chuanxin how to blow long notes, how to blow the notes flat, and how to blow the air steadily.

Zhao Chuanxin is able to achieve a smooth tone and breath with ease.

Afterwards, the old beggar taught Zhao Chuanxin how to switch between high notes and middle notes.

A white man frowned and said condescendingly: "If you continue to make noise, I will call the police and ask them to drive you Chinese away."

Saying "Englishman" or "Frenchman" does not have a derogatory meaning.

But Chinaman, it is discriminatory.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids were twitching wildly, murderous intent was boiling, and there was a faint red light flickering and bouncing between his fingers.

At this time, the old beggar said, "You have learned everything you should learn. Why don't you play one of your songs and let this man listen to it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled grimly.

A repetitive and simple tune was played, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and the pedestrians stopped.

It was as if someone was casting a curse. Those with guilty consciences were cursed into the evil path, while those with open minds felt that the scene was grand and solemn.

This is because the first few scales of the song are sonorous and powerful, like chanting scriptures, while the pitch of the latter part is lowered until it is inaudible, which is different from the clear and loud words of chanting scriptures in temples.

In each short paragraph, the former is solemn and the latter is weird.

People who are solemn at heart only hear solemnity, and people who are sneaky at heart only hear evil.

The old beggar was shocked. When the suona stopped playing, he couldn't help but ask, "What is this song?"

Zhao Chuanxin put down the suona and said, "The Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound."

The old beggar smiled bitterly: "Look, solemn and evil, half devil and half Buddha."

The white man opened his mouth wide and stared at Zhao Chuanxin in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin said to him: "I give you two choices, either send you to see God, or get out."

For some reason, the white man shuddered.

He actually lowered his head guiltily and said, "Sorry, sorry, I disturbed you..."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The old beggar nodded: "Although there are evil thoughts in this song, it is not pessimistic, and even has the meaning of bliss. I only hope that the mountains and rivers in your heart are peaceful and the tigers and leopards are hidden."

Zhao Chuanxin returned the suona to the old beggar and took out a stack of big-eye gold coins and put them in the old beggar's bowl.

The old beggar saw that the gold coin was very fresh, so he picked it up and looked at it over and over again: "Good money. You are arrogant and rude, and you are arrogant and unyielding. You are not like a man of this world. I thank you for your money. Before it is robbed by the street thugs in New York, I must find a place to spend it all."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and left with Marcus Nkrumah.

At this time, the sun and moon were both obscured in New York, the sky and the earth were dyed in ink, and dark clouds were about to descend from the sky, and heavy rain was about to pour.

Because there was also Marcus Nkrumah, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly found a carriage.

The driver was flirting with a young girl, and when he saw that one of them was Chinese and the other was black, he said, "I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin spat, "Fuck you, a man in his thirties or forties is still in love, you're disgusting. Hurry up and drive the car, if we get caught in the rain, I'll pick your tonsils."

After saying that, he got on the carriage first.

The driver opened the door and said, "I told you I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his back.

The driver thought to himself: I want to see what medicine you have in your gourd.

So he looked at Zhao Chuanxin intently.

Zhao Chuanxin turned slightly sideways, with a Mazda 9 pistol tucked onto his back.

Driver: I see, the gourd is filled with gunpowder, so it's okay.

Get on the bus quickly and catch it.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Ethan Manor for another two days.

Freddy Pavitt did his job conscientiously and sent a telegram to Hong Kong Island and Lubin Prefecture without being told to do so, informing them that Zhao Chuanxin was in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue forged weapons and equipment, sorted out their ideas, and sent a telegram to Yao Shijie, the general manager of the Official Goods Bureau of Lubin Prefecture, to instruct him on some things.

It rained continuously in New York, and the next morning, a carriage drove into the manor.

Marcus Nkrumah went out with a few umbrellas, and when the carriage door opened, he saw several Chinese.

He only recognized Situ Meitang among them, so he grinned at Situ Meitang.

Situ Meitang smiled at him in a friendly manner, took the umbrella and gave one to each of the two people beside him, and asked the rest to wait in the carriage.

After the three entered the villa, they saw Freddy Pavitt.

"Mr. Pavitt, we are here to visit Mr. Zhao."

Freddy Pavitt invited the three into the reception room and sent someone to look for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin naturally recognized Situ Meitang: "Brother Situ is here."

He smiled when he looked at the other person.

Zhao Chuanxin knew Sun Gongwu and knew what he looked like, but had never met him.

"Old Sun is here, please sit down."

Before Sun Gongwu could say anything, a man appeared from behind him.

"Pass on the torch."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, stepped forward, grabbed Shuangxi's arm and pulled him to his side: "Why did you come to New York?"

Shuangxi was also very excited and expressed his true feelings: "I came here to protect Mr. Sun."

Seeing Shuangxi wearing an old Colt revolver on his waist, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What a bunch of crap, Freddy, go to the warehouse and get two Lugang M1907s."

After a moment, Freddy Pavitt turned around and handed two pistols to Shuangxi, along with four magazines and two boxes of bullets.

In addition, there is a shoulder strap. Zhao Chuanxin said: "This thing is not suitable for battlefields, but suitable for daily wear."

So I taught him how to use it.

Shuangxi played with the Lugang M1907 and liked it very much: "It's a good gun."

Sun Gongwu took the opportunity to speak: "Mr. Zhao, this time I am here to beg for alms."

He had heard that Zhao Chuanxin didn't like ink.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean by sir or not? Let's just talk about buddies. I'll call you Lao Sun and you call me Lao Zhao."

The four of them took their seats.

Situ Meitang was friends with Sun Gongwu, and even gave him an honorary seat in the hall.

When Sun Gongwu was brought to his house this time, Zhao Chuanxin knew that something bad was bound to happen.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin chose not to meet Sun Gongwu even though he was very close to him. The main reason was that this man would hold a high position in the future. Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was a rebellious person and it was hard to guarantee that there would be rifts and conflicts between them in the future.

He asked, "Why would I beg for alms? Even the maids in this manor are starving, so how can there be any donors?"

Sun Gongwu's face froze.

This Zhao Chuanxin is really a difficult person as he is not easily persuaded or persuaded.

He said: "The Qing dynasty is doomed. Old Zhao, have you ever thought about the future?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Old Sun, if you become rich and powerful, please don't forget me."

Sun Gongwu's smile froze.

Okay, okay, you’re so stingy but you still want to keep us company when we become rich, right?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, I heard that you make weapons..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, who spread the rumor?"

Sun Gongwu pointed at the two guns under Shuangxi's armpits and said, "Then what is this..."

As he said this, he winked at Shuangxi.

However, Shuangxi pretended not to see it and lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoe, which made Sun Gongwu very angry.

Zhao Chuanxin already knew the purpose of bringing Shuangxi here.

"Old Sun, this gun is handmade by me. It is unique in the world." Zhao Chuanxin changed the subject: "I don't have the money or the gun, but I can't let my brother suffer. These guns are for his self-defense."

As he spoke, he walked outside and took out about two hundred rifles of various types from the secret space. All of them were old and piled them in the hall.

Sun Gongwu could tell that the gun was an old one, but the problem was that not all the guns they bought were new.

After repeated rebellions, the number of rapid-fire rifles in the army may not be as many as here.

Shuangxi was touched, he knew that Zhao Chuanxin was deliberately giving him face.

Sun Gongwu was also excited: "Old Zhao is really generous."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't like this pile of scrap metal and didn't even want to give it to his mounted patrol police, so he simply gave it to Sun Gongwu.

Zhao Chuanxin invited them to have lunch, and Sun Gongwu, Shuangxi and Situ Meitang left.

On the last day of Zhao Chuanxin's stay in New York, he finished all the things he needed to do. Then he said hello to Freddy Pavitt and used the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments to teleport back to Hankou, which was the starting point for his teleportation to the White House Tavern.

Zhao Chuanxin teleported Eye No. 5 back into the sky to ask Nikola Tesla for the wireless mobile phone.

Those star roots were used to build a total of eight machines. Zhao Chuanxin carried one with him and left one for Tianshangfei.

Zhao Chuanxin moved to Room 8 and reserved one for Liu Huaqiang.

Teleport to Eye No. 9, Australia Island, and leave one for Li Ziyu.

In Hong Kong Island, Li Guangzong of Xuantian Sect kept one.

Lugang Town left one for Zhao Zhongyi.

One was left in Lubin Prefecture.

The last one will stay in the "database", the Morrison Library in Beijing, when the Internet project starts.

When leaving Lugang Town, Zhao Chuanxin hugged Sister Hua's still slender waist and kissed her.

Rachel Kervis was almost drooling over the sight.

After Zhao Chuanxin left, she asked Miao Cuihua: "You have been together for a long time, right? You are an old couple, do you still kiss often?"

Foreigners are foreigners, they have no shame.

Miao Cuihua touched her belly and said calmly: "Fortunately, we are brothers now. I am the eldest brother and he is the second brother. Sometimes when the mood is right, we also have a bite." Rachel Kevis: "..."

I also want to secretly become friends with him!

……

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to Lubin Prefecture, he always felt that something was missing.

Think about it carefully: Oh my god, where is my camel?

There was no need to ask others. Zhao Chuanxin asked the vendor selling cooked ham on the street: "Where is my camel?"

The vendor shook his head and said, "Sir, I haven't seen a camel in days."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed and swore, “The damn ghost must have possessed another animal.”

He spent two dimes to buy a bag of cooked ham and took it back to the government office, then threw it to Cui Fenghua: "Take it back and give it to your wife."

Cui Fenghua was not surprised and thanked him with a smile.

It was because whenever the prefect went to small merchants for business, he would inevitably buy something to repay the favor afterwards.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped into the office threshold, then stepped back and threw two gold coins with big eyeballs in front of Cui Fenghua: "Go buy me ten large white tin bags and ten cans of eggplant."

Big white tin bag, British cigarettes, two and a half cents a box.

In this era, taking out a large white tin bag was a more impressive move than the later "have a Huazi".

But the top quality one is still Eggplant, which is also imported from the UK and sold by the can at 9 cents a can.

Some people also opened the can and sold them separately, selling ten sticks for 20 cents.

Back in the office, Zhao Chuanxin puffed out a cigarette, turned on his mobile phone, and called six other phones at the same time.

Yes, you can play at the same time.

The first call was still from the sky, and it was answered by Guotieer.

"Hello, I'm Guo Baoshan, fuck... um, who are you?"

"Potie'er, remember, when you get on the phone, you have to say - Guo Baoshan has joined the group chat."

"Ah? OK, boss, I understand."

Then it was Li Guangzong: "Hello, hello, I'm Li Guangzong."

Guotie interrupted him: "Remember, say - Li Guangzong joined the group chat."

"Oh, is that so?" Li Guangzong was puzzled: "Li Guangzong joined the group chat."

Then it was Liu Baogui: "Hello, hello, I'm Liu Baogui..."

Li Guangzong: "Baogui, remember to say - Liu Baogui joins the group chat."

Behind.

"Li Ziyu joined the group chat."

"Liu Huaqiang joined the group chat."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Is the sound of your microphone clear?"

Li Ziyu said: "Master, when more than three people talk together, there is a buzzing sound, but it does not affect anything."

"Oh, I see. Is everything alright?"

"No."

Zhao Chuanxin then left the group chat.

When he finished his official business and called again, he was surprised to find that they were still chatting.

Guotie'er said: "You may not know, in our desert..."

Li Ziyu interrupted him: "Potie'er, don't speak, let Nikola Tesla speak."

Nikola Tesla is online: "Potstickers don't know etiquette, they always grab the microphone..."

Liu Baogui said, "Bah, Guotie'er is such a bastard, he's so outspoken, I'll definitely beat him up if we meet!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He put down the phone silently.

At this time, the power of faith in his old holy altar was 1.43015 million points.

The redemption transmission mileage is 143,000 kilometers.

Zhao Chuanxin was rich and powerful, so he was teleported to a fir forest on a mountainside 20 kilometers west of Bo'an Village on Sakhalin Island.

After being delayed for so long, I finally have to come here to cause trouble.

Sakhalin Island in summer has a different look.

All I could see were green mosses piled up in blue, white clouds floating like jade, vines hanging, and the ground covered with exotic flowers.

Zhao Chuanxin rode the third-generation dragon and came to Baoan Village.

When I came here last year, Baoan Village was just a small fishing village.

When I came again this year, it had begun to resemble a commercial port, but only small boats could dock there because the water was less than 5 meters deep.

Exports include fish, leather, wood and other products.

Further in, there were rice, flour, grain, oil, salt, spices, and wine.

Zhao Chuanxin looked closely at the sign and found that the name of Baoan Village had been changed to Fuxiang County.

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the dock. A Japanese man loading a ship saw him with suspicion and asked, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhao Chuanxin said, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Who the hell are you? I've never seen you before."

"Baga, you're asking for a fight."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face.

Snapped.

The man was fanned into the sea.

People around were in an uproar.

This was originally a small fishing village. Although it was changed into a county, it was still under construction. People were related to each other, and when one person was beaten, the rest would rush over to help.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a man's fist with his left hand, pulled it inward, and then raised his right arm to his elbow.

boom.

A man fell into the water.

Kick sideways and fall into the water again.

High side kick, falling overboard.

In a moment, the Japanese who surrounded them were defeated.

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands in his pockets and said, "This place will be occupied by the Peacekeeping Bureau from now on."

Everyone was shocked and angry: "What peacekeeping bureau? This is the land of the Great Japanese Empire..."

"What a bunch of Japanese devils in a remote area." Zhao Chuanxin puffed smoke out of his nostrils: "From now on, everyone who is here will pay taxes to the Peacekeeping Bureau."

"You, who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"

"My name is Zhao Chuanxin, you can sue me wherever you want."

Zhao Chuanxin is a well-known figure in Japan.

Everyone who heard his name gnashed their teeth.

But a person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. When they heard the three words "Zhao Chuanxin", these people all stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the stone tablet, placed his hands on the three words "Fuxiang County", and three-tenths of his energy returned to his original state, boom.

The stone tablet was broken into pieces.

Zhao Chuanxin put on mud trowel gloves and, without avoiding people, immediately erected a new stone tablet - Peacekeeping Bureau.

When the mayor of Fukuko County, Kuroda Toshiyoshi, hurried over after hearing the news, Zhao Chuanxin was counting money at the dock.

He sat on a recliner, and all imported and exported goods had to pay taxes to him.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi's face turned red and blue, and he stepped forward courageously: "Mr. Zhao, how do you prove that you are Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "Get some people here, I'll kill them for you and you'll understand."

"Ah this..." Kuroda Toshiyoshi said angrily: "Mr. Zhao, this is the land of our Great Japanese Empire."

"Bullshit, this was originally our Chinese land, but now it's the land of the Peacekeeping Bureau. What does it have to do with you Japanese?"

"You..." Kuroda Toshiyoshi was furious: "I don't believe you dare to kill anyone!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a Mazda pistol and shot the military police behind Kuroda Toshiyoshi.

boom.

The military police fell headfirst.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi shuddered violently, turned his head to look at the bloody hole on the military police's head, and stammered: "You, you dare to kill someone..."

"Look at what you said, it's so fresh, I feel uncomfortable if I don't kill someone for three days."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi stood there in a daze, cursing himself for being stupid.

After a long stalemate, Zhao Chuanxin didn't budge. "What the hell are you guys doing standing there? Why don't you pay the tax?"

Seeing that Kuroda Toshiyoshi was so frightened that he dared not speak, these Japanese merchants had to swallow their anger and continue paying money to load and unload goods.

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Kuroda Toshiyoshi and said, "Get out of here with your dogs. You have one day to take away all the police officers and military police from the police station here. If you don't leave by the time you leave, I will kill them all."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Chuanxin, you will pay the price."

"We are waiting for you at any time. Bring more people with you. If you are short, we won't have enough to kill."

Until night fell, Kuroda Toshiyoshi had not brought anyone.

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of darkness and released the digging puppet to work on the dock. He dug out the foundation, then took sand and used a trowel and gloves to build a small four-story stone tower.

He installed three bronze eyes on the top of the tower to overlook the dock and the sea.

On the first floor, there is a solid wood counter with a box on it, like the donation box in a temple, where you can put money into the entrance.

A copper eye was installed high on the wall behind the counter, and a separate puppet arm was installed under the stone wall. The puppet arm contained insect silk as power, and had a central control rune and a low-level blue crystal as energy.

The puppet arm holds a Ma brand pistol. There is a hidden slot on the wall, which also contains a mechanism message, and Xingyue can open it remotely.

After opening it, there was a row of Horse brand revolver magazines inside.

Zhao Chuanxin worked until late at night, then went out again and carved words on both sides of the door.

On the right – Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the island.

On the right – the living Bodhisattva of the Far East.

Horizontal banner: A kind person in the world.

Hang up a solid wooden plaque - Peacekeeping Bureau.

(End of this chapter)