mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1030: Sakhalin’s First Troublemaker

Yuan Shuxun slapped the coffee table and said in a dignified manner: "I have always been dedicated to the public. How could I have offended so many people? What is there to be afraid of? Come on, show the guests away."

When Li Ziyu, Li Zining and Dadong went out.

Li Zining was puzzled: "I see that he doesn't seem to know the details of our Xuantian Sect."

"You can't say that." Li Ziyu said, "You can't think that everyone in the world is afraid of our leader."

Dadong interrupted: "Why do I feel that he is just old and lacks energy, and can't take care of many things..."

When the Li brothers and sisters left, Yuan Shuxun's staff came out and said worriedly, "Sir, Zhao the butcher is no ordinary man. Why don't we stop here before we get the better of him?"

"I'm already this old. It doesn't matter if I die a year earlier or later." Yuan Shuxun smiled complacently, "I wish Zhao the butcher would come and kill me."

The staff member looked sad: "Sir..."

Yuan Shuxun stroked his beard and said, "Not only that, I will also write to the court to request the convening of the National Assembly. I have reached the pinnacle of my career as a governor, and it is difficult to advance any further. If Zhao the butcher does not kill me, I will resign next year and retire at the peak of my career. Zhao the butcher killing me will benefit my reputation, so why not do it?"

Without some skill and courage, it is impossible to make money and have a good reputation.

Yuan Shuxun also saw that the Qing dynasty was crumbling.

What was said today, if Zhao Chuanxin came to kill him, after his death, no one would be able to tarnish his reputation even if they had real evidence.

……

"On Sakhalin Island, the highest punishment, whether criminal or corrective, is lifelong. Hard labor must be accompanied by permanent settlement; the reason why exile is so terrible is that it is lifelong." Jiang Taoliu briefly explained the Russian laws on the North Island to Zhao Chuanxin and others.

Sato Masayoshi nodded. "Yes, there are many military officers, officials, notaries, accountants, playboys, and those who were exiled here for embezzlement or corruption. This lifelong criminal law is inhumane and makes people lose hope. Sooner or later, it will cause a big mess."

However, prison guard Lukasevich disagreed: "Gentlemen, you have made some mistakes. Compared with ten years ago, Sakhalin is now in its golden age; compared with twenty years ago, it is like the difference between heaven and hell. Compared with thirty years ago, hell is not enough to describe the horror here. We thought we had to be wary of prisoners, but in fact, the wives of honest families here are very confident in handing their children to the exiles who serve as nannies. In other words, everyone here is a prisoner. The alcoholism problem that Mr. Sato Masayoshi mentioned is not the exiles corrupting the morals of the residents, but the residents corrupting the morals of the exiles."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "If that's the case, why do you come here when you are living a good life?"

Lukasevich said: "Sir, on the island, our sins, our sufferings, and ourselves seem small and insignificant compared to the harsh weather and dense primeval forests here. That's why I want to leave."

At this time, Neng Chengwen came in hurriedly and said, "Your Excellency has foreseen the situation. Boyarkov is indeed going to escape. Our people saw him loading luggage onto the ship at the dock. But the journey is long. By the time we came back to deliver the message, the Baikal ship must have gone far away. It is too late to catch up with it."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up calmly, picked up his coat from the back of the chair and put it on his arm, nodded to everyone, "Gentlemen, continue discussing the Peacekeeping Bureau regulations. I'm going to be out for a while."

He had worked with this kind of makeshift troupe countless times and became more and more adept at it.

The Baikal steamer sailed between Nikolayevsk, Vladivostok and various ports in Japan, carrying soldiers, prisoners, mail, passengers and cargo.

Tsarist Russia transported prisoners to Sakhalin Island for decades, and for this, the ships could receive a large subsidy from the government.

The steerage and passenger cabins on the Baikal were very narrow, but clean, decorated in an all-European style, and even had a piano.

The servants on the ship were Qing people, with long braids on the back of their heads. Even though they did not live in the country, they still did not cut off their braids.

Boyarkov felt the cold wind from the sea and felt lonely.

He listened to the conversation between two Russians next to him.

One person said: "Back then, my father could get a bunch of Kiryaks drunk with a bottle of vodka, and could cheat them out of deer antlers and gold sand with just a pack of cigarettes. Some people were even more powerful. Every summer they went to Sakhalin to make the Kiryaks pay tribute. If they didn't pay on time and in the right amount, they would be executed. Now the world has changed, and the Kiryaks have become bad and disobedient..."

"Who says it's not true? During Lent, priests in Sakhalin wear white robes and eat chicken, duck, fish and meat to their heart's content, and they also drink wine. When it comes to plundering gold and deer antlers, they are no less than their parishioners. Hahahaha... It's really interesting to think about it."

Boyarkov slapped the side of the boat with a look of disdain on his face.

Damn, what do you think of your skills?
When I became ruthless, I not only exploited foreigners and the Qing people, but even my own people were not spared.

Otherwise, where did the huge amount of money in the cabin come from?

At this time, a Qing servant with a long braid passed by.

The Maozi beside him grabbed the servant by the collar and said, "Baoyi, go get me a bottle of vodka."

Baoyi was their name for servants, and they expressed their utmost contempt for them.

The servant waved his hand and said in awkward Russian: "Drinking on the boat costs money..."

The Maozi raised his hand and slapped the servant on the head: "Just go when I tell you to go. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The servant was cowardly and timid, but shook his head firmly: "No, no..."

"Look at these bondservants. They are more obedient than dogs on weekdays, but they become stubborn when it comes to money. In my opinion, we should cut off their braids and see how they react."

When the servant heard this, his face turned pale, as if he was about to face life and death.

Another Mao laughed and said, "If you cut his braids, he will cry bitterly. I have done this before. If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

The Russians around looked at the servant's predicament, no one offered to help, some just watched coldly, and some even showed disgust.

The impression these Qing people gave them was generally that they were weird and cowardly, and always looked like they were born to be bullied.

What kind of personality does Maozi have?
Even if he was holding an antique hunting rifle, he would still dare to go hunting. He would never eat vegetables if he could eat meat. Of course, if he encountered a blind bear and the antique hunting rifle jammed, he would pray to the blind bear for mercy, especially when it jammed five or six times in a row.

This kind of greed persists throughout the whole process, even if one dies, there are still two left.

At this time, a voice sounded above his head: "Haha, Zhao can be sure that no matter how many rulers have changed, as long as they show the slightest cowardice and flaws in front of you, no matter when, as long as your main ethnic group is still there, you will immediately make a comeback."

In Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, the violent party only remembers the food but not the beating, while the beaten party also remembers the food but not the beating. There is nothing more outrageous in the world than this.

"Who?"

Everyone looked up and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a tall Qing man sitting on the roof of the cabin with his legs hanging naturally. He had a black half-high collar sweater tucked into his trousers and was wearing sunglasses. Although he was sitting, his belly was not visible.

"Damn it, if you say that again, I'll tear your head off and drink it with my wine."

Zhao Chuanxin was amused. He glanced at Boyarkov, who looked pale, and turned to look at the man who spoke: "Come, this great head is waiting for you. I'm afraid you have never seen such a handsome face in your life. I'm giving you the opportunity to possess it, so you must not waste it."

The Russian was furious. He snatched the metal tray from a servant and threw it at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and caught it easily, then threw the plate away. The plate flew at high speed and even produced a sonic boom.

laugh……

The dinner plate actually tore the corner of the Russian's mouth and got stuck in his mouth.

Maozi's eyes widened and he made a "woooo" sound that was filled with pain and fear.

Others were so frightened that their hands and feet went numb.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the cabin wall, floated towards Maozi, and kicked sideways in the air.

How inch is this foot?

The sole of the shoe kicked the metal plate, and the plate got stuck in Maozi's head.

The Russians settled the account immediately.

The bullied Chinese waiter was so scared that he fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin was so disappointed that he said in Chinese: "You deserve all the suffering you've endured."

After saying that, he held down the other Russian's head and slammed it against the side of the boat.

boom.

This person is unrecognizable.

The people around screamed and backed away.

At this time, many of the Russians were equipped with guns, and some had bad tempers and immediately pulled out their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Maozi's unrecognizable body, stood in front of him to block two bullets, threw Maozi's body out, and knocked down the two people who fired the gun.

He stepped forward, raised his legs, and kicked both men in the head.

With two bangs, the two men lay on the ground motionless.

The other Russian took out a hand axe from somewhere and chopped at Zhao Chuanxin.

The axe stopped twenty centimeters away from Zhao Chuanxin's head because the opponent's wrist was clamped by Zhao Chuanxin.

No matter how hard the Russian tried, his axe didn't move at all.

Zhao Chuanxin exerted force.

Gaba.

His wrist was broken.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin caught the axe and threw it towards the side cabin. Without even looking at it, he took off his cowboy hat and threw it over. The cowboy hat happened to be caught on the handle of the axe embedded in the cabin wall.

"Zhao, Zhao, Zhao Chuanxin, what do you want to do..." Boyarkov asked Zhao Chuanxin with chattering teeth, his eyes wandering, as if he was trying to find an escape route.

"My advice, Boyarkov, is - don't run."

"..."

Suddenly Zhao Chuanxin seemed to sense something and looked towards the restaurant, where he met four pairs of gazes.

He hooked his finger at the two people in the restaurant.

The two men were shocked.

Then he waved his hands hastily: "It's none of our business, it has nothing to do with us..."

Zhao Chuanxin poked the ground with his left foot and made a fierce move.

An old single-shot pistol on the ground was kicked up by his foot, and Zhao Chuanxin reached out and caught it.

Bang. One of the people in the restaurant covered his bleeding neck.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the smoking muzzle of the gun in his hand and was speechless.

He was clearly aiming at the head, but ended up hitting the neck. What a piece of crap.

After dropping the gun, Zhao Chuanxin continued to hook his finger at the remaining person.

The man no longer dared to act and ran over.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "I noticed that you two look strange, so I think you have something up your sleeve. Now tell me everything. If you tell me a lie, I'll cut off one of your fingers."

"without……"

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers.

"Ow..."

This guy's finger fell to the ground.

It landed right at the feet of the Chinese waiter, and frightened him so much that he took a step back.

"Really not..."

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers again.

"Ow..."

The waiter retreated again.

"I tell you everything. Master V. O. Kononovitch sent us."

Zhao Chuanxin was not surprised at all: "Why are you sent here?"

"Send me to kill Poyarkov on the ship."

Boyarkov and the people around him exclaimed.

The audience thought: What a big news! The highest administrative chief of the Sakhalin Island region would actually assassinate his officials.

Boyarkov cursed: "Damn it, how dare he kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Besides killing him, do you have any other instructions?"

"Yes, let us take Boyarkov's money back. They also said they would frame Boyarkov and say he absconded with the money."

Boyarkov was shocked by V.O. Kononovich's viciousness and was even more at a loss than before, and his backstab critical strike increased by 10,000 points.

"how so……"

In the crowd, there was a Russian with a thief's eye, Ke Ke, who, thinking of the cabin where Boyarkov lived, immediately stepped out of the crowd and headed that way.

He skillfully took out the lock picking tool, opened the hatch, and after slipping in, he saw two suitcases and a small suitcase.

I opened a suitcase and it was filled with clothes.

When I opened the second one, there were three jars inside, all filled with gold sand.

The third suitcase contained rubles, Qiang notes, silver dollars and silver.

“It’s developed…”

He picked up the suitcase, wrapped the jar of gold sand in his clothes, carried it on his shoulder, and sneaked out of the cabin.

But then Zhao Chuanxin called out, "The one carrying the box, come here for a moment."

The thief was shocked, but still hoped to get away with it and quickly slip back to his cabin.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his cowboy hat and put it on his head, pulled out the axe, and the crowd dispersed from the passage like a tide, and Zhao Chuanxin threw the axe.

Duh...

The thief fell forward to the ground with an axe stuck in the back of his head.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, opened the suitcase in public, and revealed the money inside.

People around him exclaimed.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately picked it up a few times: "Wow, so much money, is anyone interested?"

More than just heartbeat, many people's eyes were red.

"This is the money that Boyarkov has squeezed and embezzled for many years. How many immoral things has he done? Just wait and see, when he is old..." Zhao Chuanxin kicked the axe handle and the axe flew up. Remember, he rubbed the blood on the body of a person next to him: "He will definitely have no worries about food and clothing."

People around: "..."

Although they were extremely anxious because of what Zhao Chuanxin said, the people around him still did not dare to act rashly.

Two people were preparing to kill Boyarkov on the boat, but Zhao Chuanxin killed one of them. For the remaining one, Zhao Chuanxin asked him to write a confession of crime.

When Poyarkov saw this, he sensed a turning point and volunteered: "I will also write a statement of guilt."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him and said, "What the hell did you write? You have to come back with me!"

As he said this, he took a few running steps and flew out of the Baikal.

A group of people were lying on the side of the boat watching. Zhao Chuanxin took Boyarkov and flew parallel to the sea surface. After flying more than 20 meters with the wind, the dark back of a whale appeared in the sea below, and a high column of water sprayed out from the sea surface.

Zhao Chuanxin actually took Boyarkov and ran a few steps on the whale's back and flew over the sea.

The people on this ship have never seen anything more outrageous than what happened today in their lives.

On the ship there was a young poet who loved adventure. He was only 24 years old and was trapped in love and confused in life.

When he became successful, he could never forget the deep blue sea of ​​the Tatar Strait, the fiery sunset, the dark whale's back, and the Chinese people floating on the beautiful scene.

……

Boyarkov was captured by Zhao Chuanxin. On the one hand, Zhao Chuanxin took the charges and Boyarkov's letters and sent people to the north to demand the unpaid fines from Vladimir Kononovich; on the other hand, he arrested Boyarkov and confronted Matsudaira Kunyang face to face to demand the peacekeeping money for Matsudaira Kunyang and others who opened fire without authorization.

I suddenly understood it when I could put it into words.

"My Lord, what a good plan!"

From the beginning when Zhao Chuanxin asked him to spy on the arsenal, to the various operations that followed, one thing after another, the Japanese and Russian sides on both sides of the Varonai River Valley were completely passive.

Sato Masayoshi still didn't quite understand: "What did the lord do?"

He can write with a smile without saying a word.

He couldn't possibly tell Sato Masayoshi that he was just a pawn in this series of events, and even the beatings and abuse he suffered were calculated.

Matsudaira Konyo is talking with Kuroda Toshiyoshi.

Song Ping Kun Yang was shocked and angry: "Zhao Chuanxin, he really has evil intentions, what a despicable villain."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi sighed, "Baron Matsudaira, do you remember that when Zhao Chuanxin first landed on the island, he said that both sides should hand over the Varanasi Valley to avoid the disaster of war?"

"What do you mean?" Matsudaira Kunyang clenched his fists.

Sato Masayoshi smiled bitterly: "I have finally understood. If we don't withdraw from the Varona Valley, we will never have peace. Zhao Chuanxin will definitely be captured."

What can be done here?
Because it is located on the coast, this is an important salmon production area, and aquatic products are a major income source.

In addition, the grasslands in the valley can be used for grazing, and both Japan and Russia plan to develop animal husbandry here.

Then there is logging, wood processing, pulp and paper making. Because of the abundant water resources, goods can be easily transported to Haikou for loading.

In addition to these, there are also important roads connecting the north and the south.

Once handed over, the vital points of the north and the south would be strangled by Zhao Chuanxin.

Matsudaira Kunyang felt quite powerless.

Zhao Chuanxin, this troublemaker, can easily play tricks on them.

When he didn't come, there was no trouble between the north and south sides of the island, but when he came, there was chaos.

In the north, V.O. Kononovich was equally dumbfounded when he received two confessions.

In a rage, he smashed his beloved teacup and jumped up and down in the office, shouting and cursing.

After cursing, he decided to refuse to pay: "Tell Zhao Chuanxin that all this has nothing to do with the office. It was all done by Boyarkov alone. We will not pay any fines. Let him give up on this idea."

……

Neng Chengwen thought of the reaction of the head of the Sakhalin Russian Office and asked, "Sir, the Russians are greedy by nature. What if they default on their debts?"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "The Peacekeeping Bureau is different from the Hague Arms Limitation Committee at headquarters. No one can blame me, Zhao Chuanxin. If reason doesn't make sense, then I'll have to use my fists."

At this time, Xingyue told him that his mobile phone was ringing.

Zhao Chuanxin got up and went upstairs.

After picking up the microphone, Li Zining's voice came.

Li Zining's voice seemed to be dripping with water, and the little slut who wanted to be abused said: "Master, I've been bullied..."

If you don’t know, you might think she was raped.

After hearing the whole story, Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and said, "Yuan Shuxun is a cunning old man. It is impossible that he did not inquire about the details of Xuantian Sect. He is not afraid of death, but he loves money. Do you know what the most painful thing in a person's life is?"

Li Zining was confused: "He died before completing his career?"

"No, the most painful thing in life is that you are still alive but have no money..."

(End of this chapter)