mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 585 Although there are thousands of people, I will go

Zhao Chuanxin came to the center of the arena and pointed at the various tables and races in the restaurant: "One of you counts as one, and you have to participate in this dear friend...by the way, what's your name?"

"Uh... I'm Tang Guo'an, whose name is Guolu."

"Boiler? This is as simple and unpretentious as my character. I am Zhao Chuanxin, and my character is a charcoal burner."

"..." Tang Guoan emphasized: "Mr. Zhao, the next word is Guolu, the country of the family country, the salary of the salary."

"It's all the same." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "I just want to tell you that one counts as one, and you have to participate in my boiler brother's anti-smoking meeting. The more the better. If any country does not participate, don't say I didn't warn you. In the future, your country will If your ship enters the East China Sea area, Zhao will go to sea to inspect your country’s ships.”

I'm blah...that doesn't make sense.

Who knows whether he is going to check, or use the scuttling of the warship to blackmail?
Or just like the Erchen Maru, take away all the cargo on board?

A diplomat from the Austro-Hungarian Empire suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, is this too unreasonable? You are making it difficult for us."

"Difficult?" Zhao Chuanxin came to the side of Xie Lishan who was covering his cheeks: "Difficult, then don't do it!"

Zhao Chuanxin directly lifted the table, and the plates, knives, forks, and wine glasses fell to the ground and fell into pieces: "Damn Zhuo Nima, don't even think about entering the Pacific Ocean in the future. I block your ships of the Austro-Hungarian Empire every day. Come and sink a ship!" One, do what you say!"

The German diplomat who came to eat suddenly got up: "Mr. Zhao, don't forget that the merchant ships of your Qing Empire will also come to Western countries for trade..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a new cigarette: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not my ship, and I'm not the one who lost. I don't represent the Qing court, I represent myself. You will die if you want to."

The German diplomat directly misfired.

The country cannot play rogues, but individuals can.

There is nothing wrong with what Zhao Chuanxin said.

Tang Guoan felt uneasy.

The consequences of this matter are really unpredictable. What if the rebellious psychology of the great powers is aroused?
Just at this time, the restaurants were opened, and the Indian cavalry patrol team of more than 40 people arrived.

All are Indian.

They are red-headed, tall, with raised beards, and they look like "three".

These are Sikhs.

In Shili Foreign Market, when they see European and American people, they will nod and kowtow in a servile manner. When they see Chinese people, they will look fierce and often yell and curse.

People on Hong Kong Island have to timidly call them Indians "sir".

It was spread to Shili Yangchang, transliterated, and the people affectionately called them "Asan".

After receiving the police from the white people in the Licha Hotel, although they heard that there was only one murderer, four or fifty people came with great fanfare to show their attention.

But only the dozen or so people in the front were armed with guns, and the people behind were all holding batons.

In their view, this lineup is more than enough to subdue a Chinese murderer.

However, as soon as I entered the restaurant, I found that it was eerily quiet inside.

Everyone looked at them with different expressions.

The Indian cavalry patrol team was a little confused, and the leader asked in curry English: "Where is the murderer?"

No one spoke, and no one looked away.

At this time, everyone didn't even have the courage to signal with their eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said in English as he walked: "Oh, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, everyone, 'three', listen to me..."

Because the people who sit here and eat are either rich or expensive, the Indian cavalry patrol just frowned at Zhao Chuanxin, and even those with guns dared not even raise their guns, because it would inevitably be suspected of pointing their guns at white people .

In this way, it was convenient for Zhao Chuanxin. After he approached smoothly, he threw the elf carving knife out.

The smart gyroscope flew out of the body and swept across with the elf carving knife in its mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin blew his whistle, and the whip of the ruling wrapped around the crystal chandelier, throwing him forward.

With the coat fluttering and the person in the air, Zhao Chuanxin fired a God of War M1907 in each hand.

chug chug...

The Indian cavalry patrol team that had already entered the door was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and they hadn't reacted until they died.

Zhao Chuanxin landed, leaned his back on the wall next to the door, and threw the paper airplane.

The paper airplane flexibly rotated 180 degrees in the air, passed through the restaurant door, and went outside, followed by the smart gyroscope.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the dumbfounded people in the restaurant: "Shh... let the knife fly for a while."

Everyone: "..."

Then I heard cries for father and mother from outside the door, but within three breaths, there was no movement outside.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, the smart gyroscope flew back to his palm, and returned the knife into its sheath.

The temperature in the restaurant was high, so Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat casually, without even looking at it, he threw it at the hanger by the door, and it happened to hang up.

He straightened his suit and returned to his seat: "Okay, everyone, that's all for now, let's continue eating."

Who the fuck is in the mood to eat?
At the entrance of the restaurant, the corpses of the cavalry patrols were piled up like a mountain, and the remains of broken limbs were layered on top of each other. The bloody smell permeated the entire restaurant, and the carpet was full of their blood.

Too soon, in a blink of an eye, the Indian cavalry patrol team of four or fifty people was wiped out.

The total number of Indian cavalry patrols in Shanghai is only about 400 people. Is it okay to go to one-tenth of them today?
Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the waiter: "Why don't you fucking serve the food, and wait for the gun?"

The waiter's crotch was wet, and he peed in fright: "Come here, come here."

But dragging urine traces, he ran out of the restaurant.

Zhao Chuanxin did not forget to shout at his back: "Dare to spit in the vegetables, I will cramp and peel you!"

This is what worries him the most.

The waiter ran faster, representing the Qing court in the London Olympics might win the championship.

But at the entrance of the restaurant, the ground was covered with blood, and the waiter slipped and fell to the ground.

When he struggled to get up, seeing blood stains all over his white shirt, he couldn't help but let out a miserable howl: "Ah..."

Benjamin Goldberg whispered, "Master, they're all staring at us."

"It's okay, you have to get used to eating in full view, anyway, as a teacher, I'm used to it."

Zhao Yixian fidgeted and twisted his buttocks, without saying a word.

Not long after, a waiter walked in frightenedly carrying a plate.

At this time, the entire back kitchen was preparing meals for Zhao Chuanxin's table.

As for the others, hehe, they will understand.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the waiter: "Didn't you spit?"

The waiter knelt down: "I, I, I really didn't vomit..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go away, continue to serve."

But he pushed the dinner plate in front of Zhao Yixian: "How about a taste?"

Zhao Yixian was flattered, imitating those foreigners, picked up a table knife, clumsily cut a piece of meat, stuck it into his mouth with a fork and chewed it.

Still wanting to make a second cut, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand: "Wait."

Zhao Yixian didn't know why.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch, and Zhao Yixian was fine until the second dish was served.

He pushed the plate in front of him to Benjamin Goldberg: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. You eat first if you're hungry."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Feelings are asking me to test drugs?
Zhao Chuanxin pushed the second dish over: "Continue."

Zhao Yixian bit the bullet and said, "Shenxian Zhao, the last one didn't poison, and this one certainly won't."

"If a smart person thinks of such a fool's thinking, then the second set will be poisonous."

"But..." Zhao Yixian said with a bitter face, "If it is really poisonous, wouldn't I die from the poison?"

Do you really think he didn't think of it?
Just looking for an excuse to shirk it.

Zhao Chuanxin bragged: "Don't worry, you call me God Zhao, if you don't have the means of life and death, dare to ask you to eat it?"

Zhao Yixian thought about it, it made sense.

He cut a piece with confidence, and then consciously put down the knife and fork.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded in satisfaction.

But when the third dish was served, Zhao Yixian suddenly realized: If Zhao Shenxian really has the means of life and death, would he still be afraid of poison?
Isn't it invulnerable to all poisons?
Thinking about it this way, he was in a bad mood again.

Zhao Chuanxin brought the second dish in front of him and ate it.

really……

Tang Guoan carefully came to Zhao Chuanxin's side: "That, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and wiped his mouth: "Brother Boiler, come and sit, you are welcome."

Tang Guoan didn't sit down, pointed to the surroundings and said, "Everyone is waiting for you to speak?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "What are you talking about? Eat when you want to eat, and get out of here if you want to get out."

Hearing the words, the Dutch people at the nearby table hurriedly got up, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and hurried out.

Someone took the lead, and the rest stood up one after another, wishing that their parents would lose their legs and run away.

It’s just that the entrance of the restaurant is like a ghost gate that can’t be avoided. If you are timid, you have to close your eyes and go out. After going out, you have to rub the blood on the soles of your shoes on the carpet. Maybe someone will throw the shoes away after going out to avoid getting bad luck.

These Indian cavalry patrols are terrible.

Tian Yuan, who had broken his arm and was bleeding profusely and was on the verge of death, was held up by Bruno and Yan Huiqing, and Xie Lishan, who had lost half of his teeth, also ran away.

Only Tang Guoan actually stayed behind, standing aside and waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about him, and while eating and drinking, he discussed with his apprentice about training Goldberg M1907.

"I feel that the rate of fire is still a little slow, and it would be better if the recoil could be reduced."

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while and said: "The pull handle is still on the left side of the receiver. There is an ejection window behind the chamber, and an ejection tube is installed to temporarily store the cartridge cases. A rocker is installed on the nose. out, the rocker is tilted, the cartridge case is lifted, away from the axis of the barrel, and the feeding route is released, and the next round is fed at the same time.

Only when the number of cartridges in the ejection tube exceeds 3 or 4, is the first cartridge that enters the ejection tube ejected forward from the rifle.

That is to say, for the first short burst, no shell case is ejected, so that the rate of fire can be greatly increased and the recoil can be reduced..."

Benjamin Goldberg said that Zhao Chuanxin was holding a knife in his left hand to pierce the steak, and he was writing and drawing with his right hand. After a while, the precise reconstruction drawings appeared on the paper.

Tang Guoan on the side looked at him in surprise: "Is this a firearm design?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "You can't understand it, and you can't remember it."

Tang Guoan is also nearly 50 years old, but he dare not rely on his old age in front of Zhao Chuanxin. He said with a sneer: "Mr. Zhao is indeed a great talent. He is proficient in Western painting and design."

"Painting is nothing." Zhao Chuanxin said lightly. "Learn physics and chemistry well, and only then can you fight all over the world!"

If you don't understand poetry and songs, technology will still develop.

If you don't understand mathematics, physics and chemistry, you will be finished, and you will inevitably fall behind and be beaten.

Tang Guoan was convinced: "I studied in the United States, and what I saw and heard was reported back to China, and the Chinese people thought I was sensationalizing.

People in the world like others who are similar to themselves, but hate others who are different from themselves.Those who are the same as themselves but desire it, and those who are different from themselves but do not desire it, have the heart to be superior to others. "

This passage comes from Zhuangzi.

Zhao Chuanxin helped him conclude: "You can't wake up someone who pretends to be asleep."

Tang Guoan's eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhao is a great talent."

"It's not too big, it's as big as Mount Tai."

"..."

After hesitating for a while, Tang Guoan finally plucked up the courage to say: "Mr. Zhao, next time you make a move, can you talk to me in advance?"

He was too passive today.

Few people can adapt to such violent methods as Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "What's the matter? Do I have to call the Ministry of Foreign Affairs first to get Cixi's approval, and Aixinjueluo Yikuang will give a seal and explain everything before I come to kill?"

"Ah..." Tang Guoan choked so hard that he couldn't help it.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished eating, he put away the drawings, got up and patted Tang Guoan on the shoulder: "Brother Boiler, you are determined to ban smoking, and Zhao admires you very much. In the future, whenever there are big powers selling cigarettes in China, you will spread the news to Xuantianzong on Hong Kong Island." There, Zhao will let them know why the flowers are so popular."

He boasted about seeing Tian'er going to the sea to watch, but of course he couldn't do it.

You don't have that spare time, you know?
But being overwhelmed can scare people.

Now Zhao Chuanxin's speech can be divided into five parts true and five parts false, but the enemy dare not bet.

In addition, if some kind of anti-smoking meeting and the like make small reports, Zhao Chuanxin will kill them and not bury them.

Tang Guoan sincerely thanked Mr. Zhao: "People in the world have different praises and criticisms for Mr. Zhao, but Tang believes that Mr. Zhao deserves the word "hero."

"Nonsense. People in the world only praise me, not belittle me. If you do this again, I will sue you for defamation."

"..."

Tang Guoan hesitated for a while to persuade: "Mr. Zhao, you may have offended more than a dozen countries today. Be careful when negotiating with Jamison tomorrow. Tang is worried that they will join forces and set up a grand banquet."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Killing one is a crime, and killing all is a hero. Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!"

(End of this chapter)