mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 580 Blind Your Dog Eyes
Shili foreign market, the crowd is bustling.

The boats on the Huangpu River are like a forest, and the streets are full of people.

There are row upon row of shops.

Benjamin Goldberg has never seen such a lively place, even if it is as prosperous as New York, there is no such exaggerated fireworks.

The eyes are not enough to see.

The shrewd driver negotiated with the honest driver in Shanghai dialect and asked him to slow down so that the two rickshaws could run side by side.

It's just that the speed is too slow.

"Master, look, what's in their baskets?"

Zhao Chuanxin followed the prestige and saw two men on the street carrying a large scale and said, "That's bacon."

"Put the basket on the ground, won't it be stained with dirt?"

"Don't worry, it's clean and hygienic!"

A dung man passed by carrying a fetid-smelling load, and his shoes were still stained with feces.

Benjamin Goldberg: "…"

In the 21st century, there is a characteristic of the workplace in Shanghai. Chinese and English are mixed, which is not so foreign.For a while, this behavior was ridiculed by the crowd.

In fact, this root can be traced back to Shili Yangchang in the early [-]th century.

There is a large glass on the door of a barber shop, and a piece of paper is stuck under the glass. Because there is no effective waterproof measure at this time, the handwriting on the paper is a little faded, but Zhao Chuanxin can still vaguely see the words "barber shop" and Chinese characters. "Hairdressine" letters.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know the word, and why he used "ine" instead of "ing" at the end. Maybe the English at this time is different from that of later generations.

Like the barber shop in Lugang Town, it uses half floor-to-ceiling windows, which is very fashionable.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to two women with heads wrapped in thick padded jackets sitting next to the barber shop: "Master, why are they sitting here doing embroidery?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it and said, "That's the sole of the shoe, they are poor at sewing."

"Master, what is sewing poverty?"

Benjamin Goldberg has a very high IQ, but when he came to Shanghai, he found that he couldn't understand many things.

"Sewing for the poor is to mend clothes for others. The service targets are the poor, so it is called sewing for the poor. You can't earn much money all day long."

What Manchu and Han jewelry, Wenyuan silver building, and even Fengxiang silver building, I don’t know if it is the same as the old Fengxiang of later generations.

There are opium dens that have been closed, with anti-smoking couplets still posted on the door.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to another cage, and asked a group of onlookers, "Master, what is that?"

This time, it was Zhao Yixian who solved the problem for him.

Zhao Yixian said sadly: "This is a standing cage. The person standing does not touch the ground, only the toes point a little, and the neck is stuck outside the cage. At first, he was able to maintain the standing posture, but when exhausted, he could only let the neck get stuck. Outside, you will gradually suffocate and die. Those who are not guilty of the worst crimes cannot enjoy it."

In fact, this kind of death is extremely uncomfortable, so it is also a kind of torture.

While walking, there was a lot of noise in an inn by the road ahead, which attracted the attention of Zhao Chuanxin and others.

It was just to watch the fun, but unexpectedly there were Zhao Chuanxin's acquaintances in the scenery, they were Zhang Mouzhi and his wife, and Zhang Leyi in his arms.

Because Zhao Chuanxin's rickshaw ran slowly, Zhang Mouzhi and the others drove ahead.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that Zhang's wife was holding Zhang Leyi at a loss, and Zhang Leyi was crying again. One of them pointed at the crying Zhang Leyi and cursed: "You little bastard, if you cry again, I will throw you out to feed the wild dogs."

Another person grabbed Zhang Mouzhi's collar: "The shopkeeper has already paid the money, so what do you say?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin said to the driver: "Stop the car and wait for me for a while."

The shrewd driver yelled: "There is an extra charge for parking and waiting for someone."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored it.

He strolled towards the inn, one in each hand, pushing away the crowd of onlookers.

When he came to Zhang's wife, he saw that Zhang Leyi was still clutching the sculpture of the Lord of the Corpse Lin that he had given him, so he bared his teeth at her.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Zhang Leyi laughed through tears.

It can be seen that there is a real relationship.

The two little thugs were not afraid of seeing Zhao Chuanxin, and one of them pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and yelled: "I, Zhang Ahsi, do things, how dare you fucking take care of me?"

Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Asi's outstretched index finger, and snapped it back.

Click.

Zhang Ah Si let out a "wow".

He covered his wrist, looking in disbelief at the index finger bent ninety degrees to the sky.

Another gangster backed away in shock: "I'm from the youth gang. My senior brother is Yuan Shanbao, and my godfather is Chen Shichang. I advise you to be more sensible..."

Zhao Chuanxin went up with a big arm pocket: "Yuan Shanbao, right?"

The backhand is another big arm pocket: "Chen Shichang, right?"

The man was beaten up and wanted to fight back, but reaching out his hand seemed to tickle Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm around again, knocked him down and flew out: "Fight back, right?"

There was applause all around.

Mrs. Zhang was so frightened that she quickly pulled the head of the house and stood behind Zhao Chuanxin.

She explained to Zhao Chuanxin: "As soon as we entered the inn, a cigarette peddler came. We bought a pack, and the two came in to extort money, saying that the inn is not allowed to sell cigarettes privately, and buying cigarettes is also illegal... "

Zhang Asi ran over and helped little Karami on the ground with his good hand: "Yuesheng, are you okay?"

Du Yuesheng, who was not yet 20 years old, shook his confused head and said, "No problem."

Zhang Ah Si suddenly saw a police patrol passing by, and said loudly: "Help, I killed someone..."

This is a Chinese patrolman wearing a rattan hat, with his chest up and his belly swaying three steps at a time, and the crowd automatically makes way for him.

"Zhang Ah Si, what's the matter with you?"

Zhang Asi pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "He wants to kill people, he wants to kill us."

The Chinese patrol looked Zhao Chuanxin up and down: "Come with me, and tell the family members to bring the bail money to redeem him."

Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved: "Redemption mud paralysis."

The Chinese patrol stared round, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "What did you say?"

Without further ado, Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward as quickly as lightning, and grabbed his fingers.

click...

The crowd fell silent.

Conflicts on the streets are not uncommon in Shiliyangchang, but it is another matter to blatantly hurt the police.

Zhang Mouzhi's eyelids twitched.

It's better to save money and avoid disaster. Now it's a big trouble.

The Chinese policeman pulled out a solid wooden baton with his left hand, and before he could wave it, Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward and grabbed it.

He snatched it easily and passed it with a backhand stick.

The Chinese police officer tilted his head to the side, and his teeth flew into the sky.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the baton away: "I'm blackmailing me, and I'm paying the fucking ransom, but if you don't pay the ransom today, don't even think about walking out of this street alive."

The Chinese patrol got up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said viciously: "You wait, you wait..."

They were the ones who caught others for ransom, and it was the first time they were blackmailed.

As he said that, he was about to run away and go to rescue soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the back collar: "You don't understand the words, do you want to leave without paying the ransom?"

Du Yuesheng and Zhang Asi were shocked, could this person be crazy?
Hit the police, but also blackmail the police?
They are actually "contract detectives" of the police station, and should be regarded as "informants" in future generations, so they have a deep relationship with the police, and the police will pull sideways without saying a word.

The Chinese patrolmen stiffened their necks and wanted to be tough.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption and smashed it down on the arm of the Chinese policeman.

Click.

The policeman's arm dropped unnaturally, apparently broken.

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin stared at him and asked, "Can you pay the ransom?"

"Hand over, pay..."

The Chinese patrol took out five ocean dollars from his pocket, and handed them to Zhao Chuanxin tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin put it in his pocket casually, and said cheerfully, "I have the money for the car."

When he kicked it, the Chinese patrolman flew upside down and rolled on the ground three times before stopping, which shows how powerful it is.

He spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, but did not move.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the two Karamis again, and asked condescendingly, "Yuesheng? Your name is Du Yuesheng?"

Du Yuesheng hesitated to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption and waved it violently.

Click.

Du Yuesheng's arms dropped: "Ah..."

"What the hell am I asking you, are you deaf?"

Du Yuesheng nodded sharply: "Yes, my name is Du Yuesheng."

Du Yuesheng at this time is just a member of the Ka family army, and the ants at the bottom are far less majestic than the later generations.

Zhang Asi next to him had resentment in his eyes, he gritted his teeth at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Our Green Gang will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair with his left hand, and slammed his right hand down on his cheek.

Zhang Asi's face was smashed to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped suddenly.

Zhang Ahsi's eyes became round and bloodshot gradually, and he swallowed his last breath.

Do not look down.

Du Yuesheng crawled backwards with both hands and feet, his eyes full of fear.

Even an idiot can tell that this man in front of him is bound to kill someone like hemp, and he wouldn't even bat an eye when he killed Zhang Asi.

Zhang Mouzhi and Zhang's wife were also dumbfounded.

"You still dare to threaten me?" Zhao Chuanxin kicked Zhang Asi's body aside, turned to look at Du Yuesheng: "You remember today, ten years later, when Zhao comes to Shanghai Beach again, if you hear what you are doing, it will hurt the world Zhang Ah Si is your fate."

Then he stood up straight and looked at the melon-eaters: "It doesn't matter whether the British, French or Japanese patrols come, they will tell people that Zhao Chuanxin killed him, and Zhao is going to the British consulate now. The couple, Britain, France, and Japan, no matter who dares to persecute them, Zhao will scuttle their warships first, and then razed their barracks to the ground, so don't say it was unexpected."

People who eat melons directly fry the pan.

"It's God of War."

"It's Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao has come to Shanghai Beach."

Du Yuesheng was so frightened that he sifted through the chaff.

This is Zhao Chuanxin, didn't you read the almanac when you went out today?
Zhang's wife and Zhang Mouzhi looked at each other, and Zhang's wife said: "Leyi has been honored by the nobleman."

Zhang Mouzhi smiled wryly: "Everyone is dead, it's better to spend money and avoid disaster."

"What do you know?" Mrs. Zhang said, "This ten-mile foreign market is lively, but it's also chaotic. With the title of God of War, who dares to provoke us?"

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the rickshaw: "Let's go."

The shrewd coachman didn't even dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin again, let alone mention the extra money.

All the way to the British consulate unimpeded.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of ocean: "You two share, and the rest is a tip."

"No, Mr. Zhao doesn't need money for the car..."

Zhao Chuanxin took a "bah" and said, "Did I come to blackmail your car money?"

Saying that, he threw the money on the car seat and led the people away.

"You two are waiting outside."

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the gate of the consulate, the guard at the gate stopped him: "Idlers are not allowed to enter."

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his coat: "I'm blind, I'm here to negotiate mining rights with Jameson."

The guard was suspicious: "Aren't your people already inside?"

"What can they decide? Without Lao Tzu, who pays?"

The guard was a British guy. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin's tone was crazy, and he had an aura of awesomeness, he couldn't help being suspicious: "I need to search."

"Searching for you to be paralyzed, let me get out of the way of the three numbers immediately!"

Today, Zhao Chuanxin will not get used to others, he just wants to be tough with the sun.

(End of this chapter)