mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 581 My Money Will Be On Credit First
Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a high-necked black sweater, Jiang Bo made a tailor-made suit for him, covered with a blended overcoat, and wore shiny mid-cut lace-up leather shoes on his feet. The old sacred altar and the secret pendant became a sweater chain on the outside Accessory, wear a pilot's watch on your wrist.

His shoulder-length black hair was scattered casually, and his beard had not been trimmed for a long time and became messy.

His outfit is very unorthodox at this time, mainly because knitted sweaters have not yet become popular.

But it looks very spiritual, and it belongs to the style that only special people can control.

So although the guard was angry at Zhao Chuanxin's rudeness, he was not nervous.

Usually, people dressed like this can only yell, but can't do anything.

He said coldly: "If you don't search, I won't let you in anyway."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Three."

Guard: "..."

One or two let your dog eat it?

Zhao Chuanxin cut the guard's throat with his hand as a knife.

The guard's eyeballs were protruding, and he covered his throat with his hands. Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to grab the shoulder strap of his rifle and squeeze it down.

Hold down the guard's face and apply a little force, causing the back of his head to collide with the bricks of the gallery wall.

thump...

The guard passed out.

Zhao Chuanxin took away the Lee Enfield box-type short rifle. The British fast gun is a good thing.

After tidying up his coat and twisting his neck, Zhao Chuanxin strolled into the hall with a dry meal.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"Okay, they are negotiating. There must be a group of Chinese and a group of foreigners. Find it and tell me."

……

With days of negotiations, prices have reached a new impasse.

Jamie Sen said: "Three million taels of silver, not a penny less."

Qu Ben shook his head: "Consul Jameson, we only have 230 million taels."

"Please call me the chairman. I am now negotiating with you in the name of the chairman of Fu Company." Jameson emphasized: "300 million, not less."

Jameson is not only the British Consul General in Shanghai, but also the chairman of Fu Company.

A few days ago, he insisted on 500 million, but now it has dropped to 300 million.

Qu Benqiao held his temper: "We can raise another 10 taels of silver at most, no more is impossible."

Jamieson said proudly: "I have no money, I advise you not to run coal mines. It is better to stay in the UK for mining rights. At least we have the capital to buy equipment and build railways. Please don't use students to strike again, trying to convince me that if they strike or not, follow me." We have nothing to do with Fu company."

Qu Benqiao was about to speak when he suddenly saw a black and white dog figure flashing past the door.

He frowned, sighed and said, "Such a stalemate is not good for you or me. 250 million is our limit."

Zhe Meisen took out a box of cigars and didn't distribute them to Qu Benqiao and the others. He picked up the cigar cutters by himself: "Everyone takes a step back, 275 million. If it's okay, we can make a deal. If not, everyone, go back to Shanxi."

Cigar smoking was an expensive hobby at this time, and only the middle class could afford it. Eleven years later, America's Big Boss is still telling Congress: "What the country really needs is a good five-cent cigar."

Five cents a cigarette is actually expensive enough, but in fact cigars are far more expensive than five cents, ten times or even a hundred times is not an exaggeration.

Counting from now, it will take 50 years before the United States can usher in a truly mature mechanized production of cigars, and the price of a single cigar can drop to five cents.

Qu Benqiao exchanged glances with Liu Maoshang and Feng Jichuan, and clearly saw the light called "heartbeat" in each other's eyes.

He finally showed a smile on his somewhat stiff face.

Just as he was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall man walked in with a sense of relaxation: "Oh, it's so lively?"

Jamieson was furious: "Who are you? That's unreasonable. How did you get in?"

Zhao Chuanxin came to the table, took out one from Jamieson's cigar box, cut off its head and lit it, saying, "Are you blind? Of course I walked in."

The anti-customer-centered and defiant appearance makes Jamieson feel disgusting.

Not only the British guy was confused, but Qu Benqiao and others were also very surprised.

"Who are you?" Jameson asked angrily.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled a chair and sat between the two sides. On the side of the table, he flicked the soot and said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

Jamieson frowned, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Jamieson thought it sounded familiar, but didn't remember it for a while.

"No matter who you are, get out now, otherwise..."

"Who do you want to get out?" Zhao Chuanxin's complexion changed, and he stared at him murderously and asked.

Jamieson's hair was terrified by the sight, and he didn't dare to speak.

This made him angry.

After all, he is also the Consul General of the British Empire on which the sun never sets. Who would dare to talk to him like that?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his shy look, turned around and asked Qu Benqiao: "Report yourself."

Qu Benqiao and the others hurriedly got up and bowed, and said respectfully, "My name is Qu Benqiao, whose name is Chu Nan, from Qi County. His family has been doing business for generations, and now he is here for Shanxi mining rights."

"I'm Feng Jichuan..."

"I am Liu Maoshang..."

Zhao Chuanxin sat carelessly, nodded and said, "How far has the negotiation reached?"

Qu Benqiao replied honestly: "Consul Jamieson...uh, the chairman offered 275 million taels of silver, and we haven't agreed yet."

Just now, it was obvious that my heart was moved, so I was about to agree.

But seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming, Qu Benqiao changed his mind again.

When Jamieson heard the words, his face flashed with anger: "You obviously want to agree."

Qu Benqiao didn't pretend to be arrogant, and said sincerely: "Chairman Jamieson, I really didn't say yes, and everyone present can testify."

Jamieson trembled coldly.

Because he really didn't open his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin raised Erlang's legs and touched Ganfan's head.

Dissatisfied with cooking: "Wow, woof..."

"It's not a day or two since I smoked. Do you think it smells like smoke?"

Jamieson shouted: "Enough!"

So many people and he's talking to dogs, it's insulting.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, and was about to speak when the door was knocked open, and six British soldiers with live ammunition rushed in.

"Mr Jamieson, are you all right?"

Zhe Meisen finally gained confidence, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Take this person and put him in jail!"

The faces of Qu Benqiao and the others changed drastically, and they looked at Zhao Chuanxin worriedly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't panic at all, took a puff of his cigar, and sprayed the smoke on Jameson's face: "I'll count to three, these soldiers will all die if they don't retreat."

"you……"

Zhe Meisen just spoke, Zhao Chuanxin: "Three."

Before Jamison and the group of British soldiers could react, Zhao Chuanxin got shorter, but squatted down, quickly pulled the handle, and the God of War M1907 rang in his hand.

chug chug chug...

The bodies of the six British soldiers were like shaking sieves, bursting out a large amount of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine directly.

He was squatting at this time, clamping the less hot part of the upper end of the God of War M1907 in the crook of his leg, replacing the old magazine with the new magazine, and pulling the handle again, his movements were so skillful that it was hard to see clearly.

He sat back on the chair and put the gun on the table: "Continue talking."

Jameson: "..."

Feng Jichuan only felt that his blood was running hot.

Is this God of War?

While talking and laughing, the masts and sculls were wiped out!
Zhe Meisen saw Zhao Chuanxin killing people without blinking an eye, and finally remembered who he was: "You are the butcher of the Far East..."

"It's just a mere lack of talent." Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile while smoking a cigar.

Jamieson was sweating profusely, took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, and then his voice became hoarse: "What do you want?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked Qu Benqiao: "At the beginning, how much did Fu Company spend to obtain the mining rights in Shanxi?"

Feng Jichuan excitedly said first: "Mr. Zhao, they spent 2 pounds, which is more than 20 taels of silver."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhe Meisen: "You are asking for 275 million taels now, right?"

Zhemison thought that Zhao Chuanxin had some scruples, or something else, and nodded: "Exactly, this is an investment, it's normal."

Zhao Chuanxin tapped the table with his finger between the cigars and made a "dongdong" sound: "Qu Benqiao, you take 20 taels of silver, and I will keep the rest."

Qu Benqiao and the others were ecstatic.

Jamieson breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the British soldiers lying in a pool of blood at the door, and frowned again: "Hmph, it's not just about money now, you killed so many of us..."

He also said that Zhao Chuanxin was scared, so he started to push forward.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "What's the matter, it's not just money, you British want to take hundreds more lives and add a few warships, right?"

Instead, he reminded Zhe Meisen who Zhao Chuanxin was.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it.

What a few old beauties, what devils, what Portuguese villains.

It is common for one enemy to a hundred. In New York, it is said that he dealt with tens of thousands of New York policemen alone, and finally retreated unscathed.

Scuttling the warships of Japan, Portugal and the United States seems to be no worse than the British.

Jameson remembered that there were British warships in the upper Huangpu River, and he picked up his handkerchief again to wipe off his cold sweat: "That's not true, what I mean is that we can talk about things without killing people."

Qu Benqiao, Feng Jichuan and Liu Maoshang watched this to relieve their anger.

At this time, Chinese people must bow their heads to foreigners and speak in a low voice.

Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly the toughest Chinese they have ever seen.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the cigar on the table of Xiaoye Zitan, and Zhe Meisen was very worried.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "What a broken cigar, it's really hard to smoke."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of Camel cigarettes and gave them to him to light.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Then the matter is settled like this. Qu Benqiao and the others will take 20 taels of silver, and the rest will be mine."

Zhemison has nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin: "Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled with satisfaction: "Very good. By the way, my share of money will be on credit first."

Feng Jichuan laughed out loud.

Qu Benqiao also tried his best to endure it.

"Walter's law..."

Zhe Meisen wanted to scold his mother, but he held back before he finished scolding, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin aggrievedly: "Mr. Zhao, this is absolutely wrong, and investors will not agree."

Zhao Chuanxin was dissatisfied again, and slapped the Xiaoye Zitan table bang bang: "Who is so shameless, let him tell me in person."

Jamison heard the words, showing a haughty smile on his face: "One of the major shareholders behind it is the Marquis of Laurena of our country, and he is the queen's son-in-law."

I thought this was enough to deter Zhao Chuanxin.

Clinker Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Does he have a housekeeper named Henry Elliott? That idiot was fed to fish by me in the sea, what a few Marquis Laurena, he feels impatient to live, I can go to England Take his head, and you can see how much more difficult it is than picking something out of the bag."

Jameson: "..."

At this time, Feng Jichuan came to the window and looked out.

He hurried back and said, "Mr. Zhao, the outside is surrounded by British troops."

"Surround is to surround, why are you panicking?" Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied. "Let them wait and die."

Feng Jichuan: "..."

The British consulate is not far from their barracks, so the British soldiers can come so quickly.

Jamison listened, and his eyes began to flicker.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Do you agree?"

Jamieson pretended to hesitate: "I need time to discuss with the major shareholders. There are not only the shares of the Marquis of Lorena, but also the shares of the Italian Prime Minister Rodini."

In fact, Ford only invested 0.5 pounds, while Rodini's money was only [-] pounds, accounting for [-]% of the total funds.

What this means is self-explanatory.

It doesn't prevent Jamieson from pulling the tiger's skin to make a big banner.

Zhao Chuanxin became impatient: "What the fuck is the Prime Minister of Italy not the Prime Minister? I know who he is? I will give you a day, and tomorrow I will come to sign a contract with you. Otherwise, don't go back to the UK. The ten-mile foreign market is the best Burial ground."

(End of this chapter)