mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1031 I pulled out your tongue
It didn't take long before Li Zining was laughing so hard that he was bent over.

Zhao Chuanxin finally said, "Have your brother prepare wound medicine, alcohol, gauze, catgut, suture needles... at least enough for hundreds or thousands of people, and you can make a profit from the difference."

Li Zining was stunned: "Master, what do you want these for?"

"Sell."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "The gambler Qiu Jialiang wants to bribe Yuan Shuxun, don't stop him, just keep a close eye on him and tell me when he bribes you."

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"How? Of course, we should use morality to influence him, subdue him, make him feel ashamed, and make him change his ways."

"..."

Two more days.

Li Ziyu replied to Zhao Chuanxin, telling him the mansion Yuan Shuxun bought when he was the governor of Shanghai, the mansion he bought when he was the prefect of Shandong, and the mansion he currently buys as the governor-general of Guangdong and Guangxi.

After Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone, he saw Neng Chengwen waiting for orders on the side. In the corner, the female soldier on duty today was distraught with red eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "Come here, why are your eyes red?"

The female soldier burst into tears: "Sir, I..."

"But there's no harm in talking."

"Sir, I went north alone. Later I wrote to ask my husband to bring the children with me." The female soldier said in a depressed mood: "When he came, he saw me training with male soldiers every day. He was unhappy and drank every day and quarreled with me. I, I..."

Can write a lip curl.

How dare you talk about this bullshit here?
Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to ask her seriously: "And you just endured it?"

The female soldier nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "As the saying goes, if you endure uterine fibroids for a while, you can take a step back to breast hyperplasia. Why should you endure or take a step back? If he quarrels, you fight him. Use the strength you have trained every day to beat him to death and I will find you a better husband. Women, you must be independent. Women, you must be better to yourself. Women, it's time to rise up."

Can be written: "..."

Female soldier: “…”

Neng Chengwen felt that these words were totally upside down and outrageous.

The female soldier found it incredible that you were such an adult.

Helping women speak?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "I'll give you half a day off. Go back and take care of this matter. It's not like your salary can't support the children. What are you afraid of? After today, you can't cry and go out. Do you want to cry again on the battlefield?"

The female soldier respected and feared Zhao Chuanxin, and quickly responded and left.

Neng Chengwen was puzzled: "Sir, why is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't explain, but just said: "A group of young women share a box of wine, and they curse their husbands all night long. A group of bachelors share a pack of cigarettes, and they are happy for a long time when they mention widows. Haha, this is a sign of a prosperous era."

"..."

As he said that, he picked up his clothes and walked out.

Neng Chengwen scratched his head and hurriedly followed to ask the main question: "Sir, after you leave, do you have any instructions for your subordinates?"

"Use the Japanese and the Russians to pay their fines."

"What if they don't hand it over?"

"If you don't hand it in, I'll keep asking you to do it."

"Ah this..."

Isn't that just a clown?
"Do as I say."

Zhao Chuanxin set out from the Fuxiang County Pier, passed through Japan's Zonggu Bay and entered the Sea of ​​Japan, passing Tsushima Island and heading straight to Shanghai.

The third-generation dragon accelerated to its maximum speed, and even the thick cabin could not block the sound of the sonic boom. Zhao Chuanxin still had cotton stuffed in his ears.

After more than two hours, we arrived at Dingdong Island.

Zhao Chuanxin has three generations of wandering dragons. He connected the cliffs at the foot of the coast. The steep slope was not difficult for him at all, and he easily jumped to the house on the top.

He first released the puppet slaves and swept the room. After all, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with salt from the sea, the house was dusty, and the plank road outside was covered with bird droppings.

The sea breeze on Sakhalin Island is already very cold, but here it is just right.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his shirt, lay on a rattan lounge chair to bask in the sun and enjoy the sea breeze, took out a bottle of Heineken beer, and first thought of the laboratory built by the Netherlands in China, and then thought of his daughter Zhao Lingjun.

The main ingredient of Heineken beer is hops, which has a special taste.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip and thought to himself: I'm afraid my daughter will be angry.

After all, I haven't seen her for a long time.

After the puppet servants cleaned up, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and jumped off the cliff.

After several ups and downs, he floated to the seaside and went into the water to touch oysters.

After picking out the twenty or so largest ones, Zhao Chuanxin jumped back to the top of the mountain.

He took out the grill, lit a fire, and started mashing the garlic. After mashing the garlic, he had to wash it with water and squeeze it dry with gauze, otherwise it would turn bitter.

Pour oil into the pan and add mashed garlic, garlic chili sauce, dried shrimps, oyster sauce and other condiments. For a non-stick pan, be sure to stir with a spoon to prevent sticking to the bottom.

Grill the oysters, add oil and mashed garlic, add vermicelli when they are 70% cooked, add oil, chopped green onion and chili pepper, and add seafood soy sauce.

The puppet servant brought a table and Zhao Chuanxin placed the oysters on the table.

The iron fused quartz glass-covered lanterns beside the tables and on the plank roads were lit up, and the atmosphere was immediately created.

The plank road, the sea breeze, the sound of the waves, the wind lanterns, the oysters, the toasted buns, the Heineken beer, the rattan chairs, the shorts, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was just one step away from becoming a god.

After eating everything, he took out the "Code of the Old Gods" on the recliner.

[The craftsman hired five natural alchemists from the Brilliant Oasis and has experimented with 50 Chinese medicine formulas on those bewitched by the Gu Spirit, but none of them worked.]

These prepared Chinese medicines were all purchased by Zhao Chuanxin.

There are classic prescriptions, such as Tongmai Decoction, Jiawei Buyang Huanwu Decoction, Xixian Zhiyang Decoction, Xixian Zhiyin Decoction, Ditan Xifeng Decoction, Tongluo Huoxue Decoction, Fayu Tongluo Decoction...

There are also some unconventional prescriptions, which may be able to cure the disease, but it depends on luck.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care what disease is being treated.

After all, there is no way to prescribe the right medicine.

All the usual prescriptions that are effective in treating "unconsciousness" are added, and all the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular ones are tried one by one.

As for whether the kidneys of the bewitched person can withstand it, it is not within Zhao Chuanxin's consideration.

After all, if a special medicine is found, the Red Island nun still has 11 anti-force rune fragments as a reward waiting to be redeemed.

After trying two more medicines today, with no results, Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Code of the Old Gods" and went to sleep.

There is no time limit anyway, so take your time and try it.

The next day, the sky in the east was not bright, and the golden light at sunrise was not obvious. It turned out to be a cloudy day.

After Zhao Chuanxin washed up, it began to drizzle as he rode the Third Generation Dragon to Shanghai.

The rain in Shanghai at this time is sticky, hot and humid.

Zhao Chuanxin first found a place, ate three trays of steamed dumplings and drank a bowl of wontons. After his stomach was full, he called a rickshaw and headed towards Simalu.

This place is adjacent to the French Concession and is surrounded by alleys. It has a market atmosphere and you can see some signs of debauchery early in the morning. Many worldly men who are looking for flowers and willows are yawning as they file out of the brothels.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped the rickshaw, gave him money and a tip, and Xingyue gave him a map of the nearby buildings.

The more prosperous and bustling the area, the stronger the perception of the stars and the moon.

Because of the noisy crowd, it is easier to locate based on the vibrations in the air.

It would be fine if they came at night, but when they checked out the place during the day, the front door was difficult to enter. Zhao Chuanxin looked at a restaurant and decided to skip over from here.

He walked in with his hands behind his back, and the brothel owner who greeted him was still charming.

He said, "Take me to a room on the third floor."

The brothel owner threw a coquettish glance at him and said angrily, "Master, you misunderstood. The girls here only sell their art but not their bodies."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded solemnly and said seriously: "If I don't pay you after the job is done, it won't be considered selling my body. Don't worry, I can do this."

The brothel owner's face froze: "..."

What the hell is that?

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and threw two silver dollars over: "Stop talking nonsense and take me to the third floor. I'm very sleepy and need to go to bed right away."

When the brothel owner heard this, it was easy to deal with: "Master, come with me."

When they reached the room on the third floor, the brothel owner wanted to follow him in, but Zhao Chuanxin pushed her away: "Go away, go away, what are you doing here? You are so shameless. Don't you understand that there should be no physical contact between men and women?"

The brothel owner: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin closed the door, opened the window and looked down.

There was only one barber in the alley, so the father and the son worked together, the older one cutting hair and the younger one braiding hair.

Common people in the Qing Dynasty had yin-yang hairstyles and long braids. These braids were only washed once when they had a haircut. That was ok when it was cold, but in the hot summer, the braids would smell so bad that it would make people want to vomit.

Seeing that they didn't look up, Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the windowsill and jumped.

He floated to the courtyard wall across the street, then jumped more than 20 meters and landed in the main house of the mansion.

There was only a doorman, an old servant who swept the floor, and a yellow dog.

The yellow dog raised his head and stared at Zhao Chuanxin with sharp eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin threw down a chicken leg he bought on the road, which scared the yellow dog. After seeing what was thrown down, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Dogs are just like humans. If you give them some meat, they will lose their vigilance.

It was obvious that Zhao Chuanxin came prepared.

Entering the main house, Zhao Chuanxin pried open the floor tiles and released the digging puppet to wait there. The excavated soil was collected by Zhao Chuanxin.

Forty minutes later, Zhao Chuanxin went down into the passage and was stunned by the scene before him.

He probably guessed that Yuan Shuxun was a corrupt official, but he didn't expect him to be so corrupt.

The silver ingots were piled up like a small mountain. They had been buried for a long time and were severely oxidized. Xingyue estimated: "At least 900,000 taels of silver."

But he still can't compare with Aisin-Gioro Yixin.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the firewood and filled the hole with soil.

As for the floor, he first used a trowel and gloves to gather the sand into a tower to solidify it, and then replaced the floor tiles to restore it to its original appearance.

Zhao Chuanxin took the money and was in a good mood.

He went to Hong Kong Island and transferred the prepared mooncakes in batches to the underground fortress of Quetshalan.

He did not save the power of faith and teleported directly to Ba Gong's house in Hankou.

He first piled up the sufficient number of mooncakes in the attic of Ba Gong's house before going downstairs.

Liu Huaqiang had been anxious for a long time. He was surrounded by reporters from major newspapers every day, urging him to find Zhao Chuanxin and come back.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin showed up, Liu Huaqiang said excitedly, "Principal, you are finally back. All the major newspapers are arguing about it, and all the writers are expressing their opinions."

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off his heavyweight T-shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles on his straight-leg, natural-colored work pants: "Can't you see that the clothes are clean and tidy? Why don't you quickly call someone to hold a press conference?"

Traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Zhao Chuanxin really doesn't have much time to waste.

Liu Huaqiang attaches great importance to newspapers, journalists and opportunities to show himself in public.

The position of president of the Student Union of Juanwang Technical College is equivalent to Zhao Chuanxin's spokesperson in Hankou. After being together for a long time, Liu Huaqiang inevitably likes the feeling of being the center of attention.

He suggested: "Principal, should we dress more formally? A suit and shirt, or a long gown?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said calmly, "You gave me face, didn't you?"

Liu Huaqiang lowered his head and left in despair.

The Student Union venue served as the site for the press conference.

Reporters rode in rickshaws and gathered in the Russian Concession from all directions of Hankou.

Zhao Chuanxin finally showed up after all the reporters had arrived.

Reporters from all over the world know that Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like to have his photo taken.

But every time Zhao Chuanxin appears, his outfit is different from others.

He never wears silk or satin, but his outfit is always unique.

If it happens to others, it would just attract attention, but if it happens to Zhao Chuanxin, people would always be anxious and want to record it on film and let the world comment on it.

Unfortunately, Zhao Chuanxin didn't allow it.

If anyone dared to take pictures without permission, having the camera broken would be a small matter, but it is possible that Eaton would beat him up.

"Mr. Zhao, the country is in danger and people's lives are difficult, but you spend a huge amount of money to buy 100,000 mooncakes. Is that inappropriate?"

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and waited for the student to bring an ashtray. He dusted off the ash and said, "The country is in danger and people's lives are suffering. Is this my fault?"

The reporter was speechless: "This... has nothing to do with Mr. Zhao."

"What should I buy, do you think it's up to you?"

Another reporter asked: "However, every citizen is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Every citizen is responsible for the rise and fall of a nation. Mr. Zhao is a wealthy man, but he doesn't think about benefiting the people, but squanders his money recklessly. Is that inappropriate?"

"Have you become stupid from reading Cheng Zhu? Just because I have money, I should benefit the people?"

The reporter stiffened his neck and said unconvincedly: "That's all the people's hard-earned money?"

"Where is the people's money?"

"This, of course, comes from the people of the Central Plains..."

"Get lost, you bastard." Zhao Chuanxin blew smoke from his nostrils. "Most of my money was earned on Wall Street, and the rest was basically earned from the great powers. What does it have to do with the people of Central Plains? What? I took the blood and sweat of the people of the great powers, and you want me to benefit them?"

The reporter was speechless.

Anyone who is well-informed knows that Zhao Chuanxin made a fortune on Wall Street.

When other people's stock market crashed, he made money. When they lost everything, he made money. When foreigners hated him, he still made money.

It seems that it really has little to do with the people of the Central Plains...

Some people were dissatisfied: "But the money earned from abroad can also benefit our people."

"Why?"

"This..." The reporter scratched his head: "Because you are Zhao Chuanxin, because you are the richest man. Yes, even Sheng Xuanhuai said that you are the richest man in the Qing Dynasty."

"He has plenty of money, why don't you let him do good for the people? See if he'll slap you in the face!"

reporter:"……"

Liu Huaqiang was anxious, his face flushed, and he could not help but go up to the stage and whispered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear: "Principal, think twice before you speak. Your reputation is important."

Zhao Chuanxin found it funny.

He pushed Liu Huaqiang aside, stood in front of the loudspeaker and said, "You are really stupid. Let me ask you, what would have happened if I hadn't bought the 90,000 yuan mooncake?"

"Of course, we save it and use the best steel on the blade."

"Yes, it's good to save it."

"If it were me, I'd hide in the cellar..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You are still hiding it in the cellar, why the hell don't you donate it to the poor people?"

"I, I'm not as rich as Mr. Zhao."

"Oh? How much money do you have at home?"

"I, I have eighty taels."

"How about this? I'll donate 80 taels, and you'll also donate 80 taels. Let's donate to the poor people. What do you think?"

"This? This is inappropriate. Eighty taels is a drop in the bucket for Mr. Zhao, but it is my entire fortune."

"Oh, then why don't you earn tens of millions of taels of silver and then donate these eighty taels?"

"I, I don't have that ability!"

"How dare you!" Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table. "How the hell do you not have that ability? You know that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. Making money is your responsibility. You don't fulfill your responsibility, and you still have the right to do so?"

reporter:"……"

There was whispering below.

However, the students of Juanwang Technical College listened with bright eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at another reporter and said, "You said to save it. If the money doesn't flow, how can the mooncake makers make a living? If they can't earn money, how can they support their families? If they can't support their families, how can the court collect taxes without spending money? Without taxes, how can the country be strong? Damn idiot, you think you are smart, but in fact you are stupid. I bought mooncakes, which not only indirectly benefited the people and created countless jobs, but also made great contributions to the country. Look at you, what have you done? You hide the money you have, how can the people be rich? How can the country be strong?"

"Ah this..."

The reporters scratched their heads and wanted to refute, but they couldn't think of any reason to refute.

One reporter said, "Mr. Zhao, if you say so, we have spent all the money. What will we do if something happens to our family and we have no money to spend?"

Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "Aren't you all virtuous people? Since you know that you are doing this for the benefit of the people and the country, can't you sacrifice your own family to save the country? Besides, I let you spend the money, not me."

The reporter was stunned, his head buzzing: "I, I, I have to live too..."

"You need a normal life, don't I? You can manage your money as you please and use it all for your own use. Should my money be used to benefit the people? Should it be distributed according to your thoughts? Where is the logic?"

The students of Juanwang Technical College were very excited.

It is so difficult, the Tao is the most mysterious. Don’t take the elixir lightly. If you don’t meet a wise man to pass on the secret, your words will be in vain and your mouth will be dry.

The principal's words today were really enlightening.

Zhao Chuanxin yelled, "Fuck you, I tell you, this is called moral kidnapping. Are you still so smug? I, Zhao Chuanxin, have tens of millions of dollars, and I am willing to spend a hundred dollars to benefit the people. That's a meritorious deed. Your family has a hundred dollars, but you don't spend a penny to benefit the people. That's called bad behavior. Tell those moral gentlemen what I said today, stop talking nonsense, and do more human work. If anyone wants to interfere with how I spend money again, I'll pull out your tongue."

All the reporters lowered their heads and were impressed.

Zhao Chuanxin spat and walked away.

Liu Huaqiang stood there in a daze, seemingly realizing something.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin went out, he was teleported back to the attic of Ba Gong's house because the phone rang.

He picked up the phone, and Li Zining's voice came from the other end of the line: "Master, the bribe money from the gambler Qiu Jialiang has been delivered to Yuan Shuxun's house. It is unknown how much it is. But it seems that it is not as much as expected, only three or two carriages."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll hang up first."

Li Zining listened to the silence on the microphone, stayed still for three seconds, then jumped up: "Quick, quick, let's go and see what's going on."

Li Ziyu was dissatisfied: "Now you are considered a lady from a wealthy family, why don't you look stable?"

"Stop talking nonsense. It will be too late if you don't leave now."

……

Qiu Jialiang was very low-key and sent the bribe money to the mansion disguised as furniture cabinets and other things.

Yuan Shuxun asked people to carry the furniture to the back house. After everyone left, he opened all the boxes and cabinets, and found only a box of silver.

But the rest is gold, pearls, jade, gems, British pound banknotes, rare curios, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

Those pieces of furniture are also very valuable.

If it were all silver, it would probably take more than 200 carriages to carry it all.

This was definitely the largest bribe he had ever received in his official career, worth a total of two million taels.

Even though Yuan Shuxun had been in the political world for a long time, he couldn't help but tremble.

Just when he was feeling overjoyed, he heard someone say, "You are a clean-handed Yuan Shuxun. I caught you red-handed. I want to condemn you..."

(End of this chapter)