mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 582 I got in the way and scuttled
Zhao Chuanxin didn't let go of the weapons next to the corpses of the British soldiers that fell at the door, and put away all the guns and ammunition.

Now that the plate is big, weapons can't just be bought, otherwise money will suffer.

Seeing Qu Benqiao and the others stunned, Zhao Chuanxin said shyly: "You guys are laughing, Zhao is so simple and unpretentious, he spends every penny in half."

Qu Benqiao didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether Zhao Chuanxin could really regain the mining rights for only 20 taels of silver.

But he still hesitated: "Mr. Zhao, if we sign the contract, how will our equity be distributed?"

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "Zhao bought shares with his reputation, and he didn't ask for much, and it accounted for [-]%. The rest is up to you to allocate."

He was originally from a family that had been in business for generations, and he was a well-established person.

He whispered to Zhao Chuanxin, "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, we have already prepared more than 200 million taels of silver."

What he meant was that if Zhao Chuanxin really took back the mining rights, it would be better to hand over the money to Zhao Chuanxin.

This is the wise man.It seems that they don't take advantage of it, but they take advantage of it.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Is it free to buy equipment? Is there no cost for manpower? Give me the best, and the shares are still [-]% to [-]%. I don't care how you allocate them. I only want three. Tell those people later, It's tricky inside, be careful, Zhao Chuanxin touched his head and picked off his head."

Qu Ben listened and patted his chest to promise: "No, if someone dares to do that, Qu will report it to Zhao Chuanxin himself."

Feng Jichuan pointed outside: "Mr. Zhao, what about now?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You are here waiting for the situation to subside, this has nothing to do with you."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and put his arms around Ganfan's neck and whispered a few words.

Everyone saw that the dog was nodding continuously. Could it really understand human speech?

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he came to the window and looked out. There were about five or sixty people.Either squatting or standing, squeezed into two rows, the muzzles of the guns were aimed at the gate and the window respectively.

It seemed that they only waited for Zhao Chuanxin to appear before killing him in one fell swoop.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and sneered at Zhe Meisen: "Are you still lucky and think Zhao is hard to get away from?"

Jamieson hastily denied: "That's not true."

"However, you won't take the initiative to let them disperse, will you?"

Jameson: "..."

He suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.

There were intense and intensive gunshots outside, mixed with human screams.

click...

The window glass was shattered by stray bullets, and glass shards were scattered all over the place.

Jamieson, Qu Benqiao and others squatted behind the tables, chairs and benches with their heads in their arms, not daring to show their heads at all, relying on listening and guessing what happened outside.

The commotion stopped shortly after, not even the screams.

He hadn't noticed the dog until he ran out through the crack of the door.

After waiting for a while, Feng Jichuan took courage, tiptoed to the window, and looked out.

I saw the corpses of British soldiers everywhere, including British, Indians, and Vietnamese.

But they all wore the uniforms of the British Army.

The picture is old and tragic!

Feng Jichuan had never seen such a tragic scene, so many corpses, layer upon layer, blood and... internal organs everywhere.

But their weapons were all gone, and they were all taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

Perhaps seeing that Feng Jichuan was fine, Zhe Meisen also cautiously came to the window and looked outside.

"vomit……"

Jamieson bent over and spat out.

Huge fear and guilt made him almost suffocate.Extreme emotion, can cause vomiting.

It wasn't because of the impact of bloody gas that he vomited, because the window was closed.

Why feel guilty?If he stepped forward and let these people leave, they would not have died so miserably.

Relying on dozens of human lives, it is true that the name of God of War is well-deserved, but is it worth it?
Jamieson was distraught.

Although he is the chairman of British Fortune, he is also the British Consul General in Shanghai, right?

He is responsible for this matter.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Qu Benqiao could only cup his hands: "Farewell."

But Jamieson had never heard of it. After vomiting, there was filth hanging from the corners of his mouth and beard, and he still stood there dumbfounded.

I don't know how long it took before a staff member came in with a panicked expression, shouting, "Mr. Jamieson, something is wrong. Our two warships docked on the Huangpu River... sank!"

Jamieson finally came back to his senses, his lips trembling: "What?"

"Sunk, two warships sank." The staff looked like the sky had fallen: "Two of us, one from Japan, one from Italy, a total of four ships have sunk..."

Jameson gasped.

This must have been done by Zhao Chuanxin.

Not only did he kill dozens of British soldiers, he ran to the Huangpu River without stopping and scuttled four warships.

It is understandable to chisel Japanese warships. It is well known that Zhao Chuanxin hates the Japanese deeply, and the two sides are now at odds.

Scuttling the British warship should be the price for not recalling the besieged soldiers outside.

Then, scuttling the Italian battleship would be interesting.

Jamieson said that the behind-the-scenes shareholder is Italian Prime Minister Rodini, and he also tried to threaten Zhao Chuanxin with this.

I want to come to Italy and suffer an innocent disaster precisely because of my own words.

this fucking...

There were still American warships on the Huangpu River, but Zhao Chuanxin did not move at all.

It can be seen that he definitely chose the battleship with a strong purpose.

Jamieson shed tears of regret.

……

The news quickly spread throughout Shanghai.

British, Italian and Japanese warships sank in the Huangpu River.

Blood flowed outside the British consulate.

However, the matter about Shanxi's mining rights has not been circulated for the time being.

By the Huangpu River, it was already evening, and there were still a sea of ​​people. Even though the boats could no longer be seen at this time, the people were still unwilling to disperse.

If you can't see the excitement, you can gather and discuss.

In the crowd, Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg, Zhao Yixian and Ganfan were also joining in the fun.One of Zhao Chuanxin's great joys is staying at the crime scene to observe.

Not only are there many people here, but smart hawkers also push carts or carry burdens to sell things here.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, look, there are still Coca-Cola sellers, give me five cents, I want a bottle."

Zhao Yixian licked his lips: "Shenxian Zhao, I also want to taste the taste of this foreign tea, the bottle is so pretty."

"What to drink? There are coca leaves and kola nuts in it. Drinking too much is no different from opium."

Coca-Cola at this time is really not used to people, and it directly puts exciting ingredients in it.

Why is Coca-Cola so popular in the United States?

Because Coca-Cola was advertised as a health drink.

Americans are in the stage of gradual industrialization.

Now it is popular in the United States to hold her forehead with her hand like Lin Daiyu, shouting that she has a headache.

Headaches are a disease of the rich. Workers will have headaches, and white-collar workers who work overtime every day will also suffer from headaches. One is that they often stay up late, and the other is headaches caused by stale air during the industrialization process. This means that they live in first-tier cities with heavy smog.

Headaches represent a rise in social status.

Normal people want headaches?

Do you know if there is no such condition?

The ingredients in cola are especially effective for headaches, and it will be fine after drinking it for a while, so cola has exploded and become a kind of status representative.

Ah, I have a headache. I can't do it. Come on and have a bottle of Coke.

When you shout it out like that, you have more face.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, Benjamin Goldberg said, "Well, I used to drink it."

Zhao Yixian was confused: "Shenxian Zhao, what are coca leaves and kola fruit?"

"American opium."

Zhao Yixian shivered: "That's impossible, the big smoker is the most terrifying."

Benjamin Goldberg asked again: "Master, why did you scuttle the Italian battleship?"

"Because Jamieson used the Italian Prime Minister to pressure me, and I want to create a fair trading environment for my teacher."

"Then why chisel Japanese warships?"

"It's in the way, so do whatever you want."

"Then why let the American warship go?"

"I saw that the empty space above the Huangpu River was not good looking, so I left one at random."

"..."

In fact, the sailors on the American battleship were all trembling at this time.

Scared like a grandson.

From top to bottom, they are very polite to every Chinese they can come into contact with, for fear of suffering innocent disasters.

There is no need to authenticate without a certificate, it must be Zhao Chuanxin who did not run away.

Except for him, no one else has this ability.

"Master, I'm thirsty."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and handed it to Zhao Yixian: "There are herbal tea sellers over there, go and exchange three bowls for us to drink."

He had smuggled it off Jamieson's desk.

He is not used to smoking.

Holding a cigar, Zhao Yixian couldn't laugh or cry: "This..."

The three of them were away from home, all of which were paid by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Huh? Why can't I help it?"

Zhao Yixian thought of the corpses of British soldiers strewn about outside the consulate in Shanghai, shivered and said, "Yes, there must be."

He became more and more afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

Not knowing how to do it, Zhao Yixian really got three bowls of tea.

Benjamin Goldberg took a sip and his eyes lit up: "Huh? This is better than Coke."

"Really." Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "There are a lot of Chinese medicinal materials in it, which is much better than cola."

Benjamin Goldberg took a few sips, and suddenly said: "Master, what you said about Coke, could it be some Western conspiracy?"

Zhao Chuanxin's teeth hurt: "Some knowledge is too broad and profound. For example, there are Western pseudo-history schools in history, evolutionary falsification schools in biology, perpetual motion machine research and development schools in physics, flat earth schools in geography, and conspiracy theories. A word of advice from the teacher, don’t touch these things, it will easily destroy your brain. Besides, the conspiracy theory was concocted by the teacher to deceive the American people, why do you still believe it?”

"..." Why does it sound so interesting?
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the setting sun, and suddenly became very poetic: "The smoke of the big mushroom is straight, and the long core is setting in the sun. Good poetry, good poetry."

Standing next to it were two scholars in long gowns, one old and one young, who also came to watch the excitement.

Wearing round-rimmed glasses, the young scholar corrected him sternly: "In the desert, the smoke is straight. The long river, the setting sun is round. It's not the desert, the smoke is straight."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "It's none of your business, I can say whatever I like."

"You..." The young man said angrily, "Why are you doing this?"

"Pooh!"

"you you you……"

The old man also frowned: "This little friend is right, sir, you are indeed pronouncing it wrong."

Without waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to say anything, the young scholar said to himself again: "Forget it, so what if you read the poems correctly, it can't save the country, and it can't enrich the people. Maybe advocating the vernacular is the feasible way."

The older scholar stared at him: "What are you talking about? Vernacular? Huangkou Ruzi is talking nonsense, what do you know?"

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed, and gave a thumbs up: "It's awesome, let me see if you two fight first, Benjamin, and go and bring a small horse and a plate of melon seeds for the teacher."

Three strangers quarreled by the Huangpu River.

After hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words, the two looked at each other, snorted and turned their heads away.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, these two are so strange."

The old scholar raised his head high: "You doll speaks well, old man Gu Hongming is just weird."

Are you blaming you for reason?

Benjamin Goldberg curled his lips.

And the young scholar snorted: "Isn't it self-reported? Although a certain Hu Shi is not worth a penny, he is not afraid anymore."

After speaking, both of them looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "It's funny, do you think I'm afraid? I'm not afraid to tell you that the top of the fairy is proud of the world, there is An Lan first, and then there is heaven. If I don't change my name, I don't want to change my surname. It's An Lan!"

(End of this chapter)