mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1058: Doing Great Good and Doing Great Evil
Lord Neng was still in shock when he returned to the Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau.

He was worried all the way that he would be killed by the Japanese.

He said: "For the first time, I think Sakhalin is a good place. Since we have to go through hardships to come to Sakhalin and can only take a steady ship, it must be difficult for the Japanese to come. Boyarkov, what do you think?"

"If you ask me," Boyarkov stared at the restaurant through the glass, "the rule set by Fuxiang Restaurant that the meat can be free after eating 20 kilograms of meat in one meal is really nonsense! If I had the appetite of a tiger, I would definitely have the hunting skills of a tiger. Why would I need to go there to eat meat?"

"..." Neng Chengwen was convinced: "Aren't you worried at all?"

He was very nervous along the way.

But Boyarkov was as calm as ever and was extremely open-minded and optimistic.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin came downstairs wearing a double-breasted navy blue suit, a white shirt with a Windsor collar, and his hair combed meticulously.

"Welcome back, both of you." Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously.

I am able to write something but am hesitant to speak.

He went to Lugang Town to see the world and had a lot to say.

But when the words came to my lips, I felt like I had nothing to say.

Because there were only some dry compliments to say. After all, Zhao Chuanxin was a veteran of Lugang Town and the boss behind those shocking data.

So just shut up.

Boyarkov bowed and saluted. Although he was covered in dust, he was still elegant. "Lord Zhao Chuanxin, I am glad to see you again after escaping death."

Both the Russians and the Japanese bowed to salute, the difference was that the Russians looked up when they bowed, while the Japanese bowed their heads.

One allows people to see the expression, the other is elusive.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch and held out his hand: "Please sit down."

The three of them sat down, Shirasaka Norimi went to pour tea, and Neng Chengwen was flattered.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Boyarkov: "Boyarkov, I am going to promote you to deputy director of the Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau."

Neng Chengwen looked at Boyarkov in shock.

He didn't expect such a good thing to happen to him.

What a lucky guy.

But Boyarkov shook his head and said, "Sir, I came to the Peacekeeping Bureau as a detained prisoner, so I firmly refuse to accept it."

Zhao Chuanxin held up three fingers: "30 rubles salary per month."

Boyarkov still shook his head: "This is not about money."

Zhao Chuanxin held up four fingers: "40 rubles salary per month."

Boyarkov's voice was filled with anger: "My lord, I think you don't understand that money is not omnipotent. It can't buy respect and..."

Zhao Chuanxin held out his fist: "100 rubles per month, plus a year-end bonus of 1000 rubles."

I'm stunned that this article can be written.

This is more than his salary.

He admired Boyarkov, who was not only fearless, but also made decisions that could not be changed by anyone and could not be shaken by money in the slightest.

Boyarkov slammed the table, glared at Zhao Chuanxin and asked, "Sir, when will you take office?"

Can be written: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Today."

Boyarkov looked at Zhao Chuanxin's pilot watch greedily: "Sir, in addition to these, I also want your watch."

Zhao Chuanxin took off the Santos watch and handed it to him without saying a word.

After leaving the house, Neng Chengwen asked Boyarkov in astonishment: "How dare you talk to an adult like that?"

Boyarkov patted his arm and said, "Don't panic. I have made detailed inquiries about adults in Lugang Town. As long as a person is capable, he can accept that person's bad temper."

“Is that so?” Neng Chengwen scratched his head.

"Yes, and didn't you notice that the master kept looking at his watch, which means that he has lost patience with handling official business and is eager to get out of it."

Neng Chengwen's eyes lit up: "Then maybe I can talk to adults like this..."

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Like I said." Boyarkov shrugged. "Only when you are capable can you have a bad temper."

"..." Neng Chengwen said angrily: "Zhao, are you saying that I am incompetent?"

The two came to the restaurant. When Ken Nakamura saw the watch on Boyarkov's wrist, his eyes lit up: "You two masters are back. I'm very happy to see you. You are the backbone of the Peacekeeping Bureau. Without you, Master Zhao would frown all day long..."

In the past, although Boyarkov assisted Zhao Chuanxin in handling official affairs, no one took him seriously.

Nakamura Ken's attitude changed today, which made Boyarkov very happy. He took out ten kopecks and stuffed them into Nakamura Ken's hand: "I'm happy today, this is a reward for you."

Ken Nakamura would like to thank you very much.

Peter Grebin whispered to him, "Why did he give you money?"

Nakamura Ken said proudly: "The watch on his wrist belongs to Mr. Zhao, do you understand?"

"Oh..." Peter Grebin suddenly realized: "I understand, he stole the adults' watch!"

Nakamura Ken: “…”

Neng Chengwen, who had just entered the restaurant, said sourly, "You are so generous. I remember you only had 10 kopecks left in your pocket."

Boyarkov looked at Neng Chengwen in surprise and said loudly, "Master Neng, isn't it you who is treating us? Are you reluctant to spend money on a meal to reward your companions who have suffered with you all the way?"

Neng Chengwen's eyes wandered, and when he saw someone in the restaurant staring at them, he quickly laughed out loud: "How could that be? Am I a stingy person?"

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Then Poyarkov saw Gavrilovich, the doctor from the Peacekeeping Bureau.

He greeted, "Hello, doctor, aren't you the best at treating frostbite? I have frostbite on my body. Please help me treat it after you finish eating."

Gavrilovich raised his hand in response, took a sip of the table wine and said, "Oh, I'm better at setting bones now, especially after three glasses of wine."

The waiter asked Boyarkov if he wanted any wine.

Boyarkov: "Do you think I'm setting someone's bones? From now on, I'm the deputy director of the peacekeeping bureau. I can relax in my administration, but I can't indulge myself. Forget the drinking."

The waiter and the doctor were surprised.

Neng Chengwen said: "Don't look at me, what he said is true."

A prisoner who was originally in custody went out for a while and turned into the deputy director of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Where are you going to make sense?
Gavrilovich took a sip of wine and said, "See, I told you that it's okay to drink more. You can't tell the difference between reality and dreams when you're awake anyway."

The shock that Boyarkov's promotion to deputy director of the Peacekeeping Bureau brought to the free citizens of the Peacekeeping Bureau was no less than the shock that Zhao Chuanxin's massacre of all the Japanese institutions in Changchun Prefecture brought to the people outside the Great Wall.

So much so that while he was eating, someone came to him and said, "Sir, I'm from the north."

The man spoke in a weak voice, made small movements constantly, and looked evasive.

Boyarkov was very familiar with them. These were the exiles from the North Island. They would not say that they were exiles, but only that they came from the north.

"What's the matter?"

"It is like this, sir. I want to join the Peacekeeping Bureau as a freeman, but I heard that the Peacekeeping Bureau no longer provides rations."

Boyarkov took a sip of borscht, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir, do you know that there is a car maker named Ford in the United States? When he was 12 years old, his father asked him to inherit the sideline job of a farm assistant, but he insisted on building a machine that can walk on the road to replace livestock and manpower. So, he spent one year to complete the mechanic training that others needed three years to complete. Then, he spent more than two years studying the principle of steam. After discovering that steam didn't work, he later, as you know, successfully built a car engine that burned gasoline."

The exile was no longer embarrassed, and he looked up and asked, "My lord, what do you mean?"

Boyarkov pushed the plate away. "I want to tell you that the Peacekeeping Bureau does not issue rations, but there are many jobs to do. It doesn't matter how much you earn, you just need to keep yourself alive first. Then, you need to find a life goal, such as what you want to eat, wear, live in, what kind of woman you want to marry, and what inheritance your children will inherit. When you have a direction, will you still worry about starving to death? Ford had a life goal at the age of twelve. You are thirty? Forty? Fifty? Aren't you much better than him?"

The exile's eyes gradually brightened up: "Thank you, sir, I know what to do. Ford is nothing? I will crush him!"

Boyarkov: "..."

After the exiles left, Neng Chengwen curiously asked, "Will he not starve to death in this way?"

"I'm just giving him hope." Boyarkov picked up the bread and sandwiched the ham and venison. "Most people just want an answer from an authoritative person. There are very few people who have their own ideas and can make their own decisions. Our peacekeeping bureau has indeed stopped issuing rations. Only God knows whether he can survive this winter."

Neng Chengwen thought thoughtfully: Is this the reason why Lord Zhao appointed Boyarkov as deputy director?
"Oh, by the way." Boyarkov said to Neng Chengwen, "I heard that our Peacekeeping Bureau has a telegraph. I will recruit staff today. Tomorrow you will ask Levitan to give up the telegraph office."

"Why?" Neng Chengwen was unhappy: "The telegraph office was won by Levitan."

"I'm sorry, but it's clear that our Peacekeeping Bureau is separate from the political and military. The Telegraph Bureau shouldn't be owned by the Peacekeeping Army because you will destroy it, just like the Qing Dynasty's Telegraph Bureau was unable to continue because of the redundant official documents, which would affect the business in the future."

"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have invited you to dinner."

"That's why I didn't say it earlier."

Boyarkov was extremely efficient and went to recruit people after dinner.

First, he followed Zhao Chuanxin’s example and recruited a secretary. However, his secretary was not a woman, nor a malnourished exile, but a young and strong Russian with a ruddy complexion.

He spent an afternoon forming an administrative team, reported to Zhao Chuanxin, and stored the personnel files in the archives room on the second floor of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Zhao Chuanxin was curious, so he went downstairs to get a file and took a look at it. The file records were very colloquial.

Lev Sergeyev: Literate, with some accounting expertise, but greedy, alcoholic, and liked to beat his wife when drunk...

Zhao Chuanxin looked through several more copies. The files were rough, and Zhao Chuanxin even suspected that some people's ages were fake.

Only the advantages and disadvantages are recorded in detail, especially the disadvantages.

Alcoholism, laziness, impatience, beating women and children, likes to fight with others, petty, bad, likes to take advantage of others, likes to lie...

Xingyue said: "My goodness, there is not a single good person among these people."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and said, "There is no perfect person in this world. If you see someone become a saint by writing a diary, be careful of him, he is not a decent person."

Xingyue said meaningfully: "Oh..."

Boyarkov is right.

Zhao Chuanxin can tolerate anyone who is capable and has a bad temper.

Besides, this guy was just testing him.

In fact, they are more clever than monkeys when they have hair on them.

With Boyarkov, Zhao Chuanxin was finally able to get rid of the trivial burdens.

The reason why I asked him to go to Lugang Town was to dispel his concerns that there was no future for him if he followed me.

After coming back, he looked completely transformed and full of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin went out with a relaxed mood and walked towards the mountain.

Nakamura Ken saw him and asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

Zhao Chuanxin said without even turning his head: "The mountains are dancing with silver snakes, the plains are galloping with wax elephants, they are trying to compete with the gods of heaven."

"Your Excellency can compose a poem in three steps, amazing!"

Zhao Chuanxin always hurt his knees when jumping on hard ground, but it was much better when he jumped in the snow.

But you must always avoid people, otherwise you will lose your dignity.

So I chose to go to the mountain side.

The anti-force rune channel is better than the anti-force shoulder strap in that Zhao Chuanxin can control his posture after the anti-force at will.

Unlike reaction shoulder straps, if they float up they can only stand upright in the air.

He practiced day and night, even more than he did during the college entrance examination.

Finally, a few days later, he increased the reaction force from ten kilograms to... eighteen kilograms.

On the way back to the Stone Pagoda, we passed by the Fuxiang Restaurant. The fat old Russian lady who was in charge of cleaning the restaurant was holding a basin and pouring water into the drain.

She gained weight after becoming a free citizen of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, she was surprised and said, "Sir, you have lost weight."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, if you jump high like me every day, you will also be thin."

"That won't work. When people are thin, they look older. Adults look older."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah...tui! How old are you?"

"Just celebrated my 43rd birthday."

"Heh...if you were four years younger, maybe we could have had an affair."

The 43-year-old lady smiled shyly: "I think it's OK now."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head as he walked: "No, 39 is just right, 43 would make me look old."

"Sir, you can't marry someone based on appearance."

"You misunderstood. I only care about the thickness of the soul. Like I am looking at you now, I can see through your soul at a glance. It's too thin."

The 43-year-old woman looked down and could easily see the instep of her feet.

I couldn't help but feel discouraged.

The beginning of spring is nothing in Sakhalin, but in China, it means New Year's Eve is coming soon, and Zhao Chuanxin has to be prepared.

He went back to wash, change his clothes, and go out on the street again for another patrol.

After a few days of work by Boyarkov, there were no more begging exiles on the streets.

The city appearance management is well received.

After taking a walk around the men's and women's military camps, Zhao Chuanxin went back to give instructions to Neng Chengwen and Boyarkov, then packed his bags and started to get ready.

Old Zhao is actually not stingy when it comes to money.

He had a kind of confidence: Even if I was penniless, I could go to the Yokohama Specie Bank to withdraw money and have enough food and drink for a few months.

But when it comes to the power of faith, he is extremely calculating.

For example, to return to Lubin Prefecture, he had to first ride the third-generation dragon to Luojin in South Korea before starting the teleportation.

Xingyue complained: "You rode for more than an hour, 1500 kilometers, just to save 600 kilometers of transmission mileage?"

Zhao Chuanxin calculated silently and decided to ride on the third generation dragon: "Although what you said makes some sense, this will save 15 times, which is enough for me to teleport to Hague to see my daughter once."

Xingyue said: "Sure enough, a man loses part of his soul after having a child."

Just after returning, Zhao Chuanxin discovered that there were refugees on the streets of Lubin Prefecture.

The ragged refugees from the grassland said to Zhao Chuanxin in broken Chinese: "Please be kind, sir..."

Zhao Chuanxin passed by with a cigarette in his mouth, looking embarrassed: "I want to do good, but my soul is missing and my kindness is limited."

Xingyue: “…”

Some people are keen on small favors, for example, people in later generations will give 160 yuan to a beggar living in a 50-square-meter apartment, and will feed cats and dogs that are seriously overpopulating and damaging the environment and ecology at regular times and locations.

Old Zhao does great good and commits great evil.

There is no such thing as small talk in this regard.

However, he went to the Official Goods Bureau to ask Yao Jia why there were refugees.

When they arrived at Yao Jia's office, Zhao Chuanxin heard him making a phone call inside.

Yao Jia said, "Japanese? An interview with a bank manager? What? He's a Japanese bank manager in Tokyo? Can he arrive after the New Year?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin came in: "No."

Yao Jia didn't hang up the phone either. He held the receiver between his ears and shoulders, and asked Zhao Chuanxin with a raised eyebrow while holding a Wrigley cigarette in his mouth: "Why not?"

"If it's the manager of the bombed Tokyo Bank of Japan, he's despicable, filthy, shameless, a beast in human form, a black sheep, ambitious, heartless, disgusting..." Zhao Chuanxin said a string of vicious words, and he suddenly stopped: "Call him over, I want to ask him where he hid the remaining one million."

Yao Jia quickly said, "Oh, okay, let him come, we want to interview him."

After he hung up the phone, he said excitedly, "Sir, I was just about to ask you about entering the American film industry. You must not know how much money "Sakhalin Journey" made. I'm afraid it would scare you if I told you."

"No matter how much money you make, it doesn't scare me, but the appearance of refugees on the streets of Lubin Prefecture is quite scary."

Yao Jia put out the cigarette and said, "Well, it's all caused by those grassland princes. It has nothing to do with us. The people of the Five Wings Banner in our territory are living well."

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the turmoil on the grassland had started, probably in the past one or two years?
Did you forget something important?

Yao Jia said in a timely manner: "By the way, there are two important matters to inform you, sir. First, Huo Yuanjia's student Chen Gongzhe and others have established the Jingwu Athletic Association and would like to hire you as a martial arts teacher. Second, do we in Lubin Prefecture want to participate in the Nanyang Industrial Exposition next year?"

"Not participating, participating."

Zhao Chuanxin's words are concise and to the point.

"Do you want me to decline politely?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "How do you think I look euphemistic?"

After bidding farewell to Yao Jia, Zhao Chuanxin went to fill Rebecca Levi's empty heart and... the carriage.

After all, it was after get off work, and there were only two people sitting in the gorgeous carriage, so it was too empty.

When Zhao Chuanxin found Rebecca Levi's carriage, it was in motion.

He heard a conversation between two people in the car.

Rebecca Levy said: "I want to be with him forever. As the Chinese saying goes - 'we will always be together forever, and grow old together.'"

Tang Qunying's characteristically thorny voice sounded, "Really? You should really listen to what our prefect Zhao thinks. You want him to grow old together, but it depends on how many hands he wants to take."

"What do you mean?"

At this time, a dog barking was heard outside the car.

Then a child's voice came out during the puberty period: "Master!"

Another child's voice: "Master!"

Rebecca Levy quickly opened the car door and looked out.

(End of this chapter)