The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 644: Go break the Russian ambassador’s legs!

The next morning, Chen Zhengwei crawled out from between the limbs.

He went to the bathroom. This was the first day he missed taking Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

Not a single bottle left.

I felt pretty good last night. Although ballet dancers don’t have big breasts, other aspects were a plus.

Chen Zhengwei put on his clothes and saw that the three women were still sleeping in bed. He was too lazy to call them and went downstairs to eat.

While we were eating, Rong Jiacai came in.

"Why do you come to see me so early? Is there something wrong?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"There are two pieces of news!" Rong Jiacai sat opposite him with a stack of newspapers in his hand.

"Speak!" Chen Zhengwei said while cutting the steak.

"On February 2, Britain lost the war in Africa and the British commander was killed," said Rong Jiacai.

"It's so useless that even the commander can be killed... But the British Army has been in a slump for a long time." Chen Zhengwei laughed. It was a pity that Randolph Churchill was not in front of him, otherwise he would definitely laugh at him.

Chen Zhengwei was considering whether to send a telegram to Randolph Churchill and Sir John Thornton, the British Minister to the United States.

Nothing else but laugh at them.

"Let's see what the British do next." Chen Zhengwei felt that the British's next move would be very useful for reference.

You can refer to how the British would react if you beat them.

"There is one more thing. The Qing Dynasty and Russia signed the Sino-Russian Ili Treaty on February 2. It was published in the Times today." Rong Jiacai took out another newspaper and said as he read it.

"What agreement did you sign?" Chen Zhengwei asked while eating.

As far as he could remember, the Qing Dynasty had signed few agreements that were not humiliating and detrimental to the country since the Opium War.

"It's better than the last time. In fact, they signed one two years ago, paying Russia a large piece of land and 2 million rubles in war reparations. Russian merchants are tax-free in Mongolia and Xinjiang trade... and it was signed after Zuo Zongtang won the war..." When Rong Jiacai said this, the expression on his face was wonderful.

He had never thought that someone could sign such an agreement after winning a war.

However, in the past two years, Chen Zhengwei's mind was in the United States, and he had neither the time nor the ability to pay attention to things thousands of miles away.

"So powerful?" Chen Zhengwei was surprised.

"Did they really not sign this because they lost the fight? Just looking at this agreement, I thought they were attacked and invaded the capital!"

Chen Zhengwei thought seriously, why had he never encountered such a negotiating opponent when he negotiated with others? He could squeeze out the opponent's marrow and squeeze out an extra two taels of oil.

What went wrong?
"But after the agreement was spread, public opinion reacted strongly, and the Qing Dynasty did not recognize it. They signed it again this time."

"The Qing Dynasty took back the territory of the Nine Cities of Yili, but still ceded more than 70,000 square kilometers to Russia," Rong Jiacai continued.

Clang.

Chen Zhengwei threw the knife onto the plate.

I am full.

I wanted to send a telegram to mock the British just now, but now there is no need to mock them.

Although the Qing Dynasty has nothing to do with him, he is an American.

Chen Zhengwei picked up a napkin and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, then asked:
"Is there nothing else?"

"No, these two things are more important." Rong Jiacai said.

He knew that Chen Zhengwei was very concerned about international situations, so he always asked people to keep an eye on him.

After today's newspaper came out, he thought Chen Zhengwei would be interested in these two pieces of news, so he came over to tell Chen Zhengwei.

"Is Xu Yan in Pennsylvania now? Send a telegram to Rong Jiahong, and tell him to go to the Russian Embassy in the United States and beat up their minister!"

"Just say that his left foot went out first, or his right foot went out first today. Just find a reason and break his legs for me."

"Brother Wei, this is not necessary! If you want to fight, just wait until he goes out that day and have someone beat him up with a club to vent your anger." Rong Jiacai said. He felt that there was no need to cause trouble for the Russian envoy over this matter.

The affairs of the Qing Dynasty have nothing to do with them.

"I just want to beat him today!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hands. "Just say I let them do it. If the Russians are unhappy, let them come and bite me!"

"Go!"

Rong Jiacai had no choice but to ask someone to send a telegram.

……

At this time, Rong Jiahong was in the office of the Continental Hotel, with his legs resting on the table, admiring his own paintings on the wall.

It is a somewhat abstract human figure, surrounded by roses.

There is also a touch of red in the center of the human figure's heart.

He had to work hard to arrange the corpse before painting this picture.

Full of artistic beauty.

Xu Yan has been away recently, and finally no one is bothering him. Every cell in his body is cheering, and he is considering making two death sculptures at the entrance of the hotel.

As an artist, he likes to have others appreciate his work.

"Brother Hong, a telegram from San Francisco." The henchman pushed the door open and walked in. "Brother Wei personally issued the order... I don't know how the Russians offended Brother Wei."

"What did Brother Wei say?" Rong Jiahong asked.

"Let Brother Hong beat up the Russian envoy. Just say he went out with his left foot or his right foot. Find any excuse to break his legs."

"How did the Russians offend Brother Wei? Brother Wei is very angry!" said the henchman.

"I'm not really angry. If I were really angry, I would have asked us to kill the Russian envoy. Why would we just break his leg?" Rong Jiahong took the telegram and took a look at it, then continued to admire his paintings. "Go call some people and follow me out later."

Half an hour later, Rong Jiahong, wearing a red gentleman's suit, a white bow tie and a white hat, holding a walking stick in his hand, went out to the Russian Embassy with more than 20 people.

Just as the Russian envoy was about to leave, the carriage had already stopped at the door.

Rong Jiahong and others arrived and rushed in aggressively.

"What are you going to do?" The soldier in charge of guarding the embassy suddenly became nervous and raised his gun.

"Stand there and don't move! Otherwise I'll make a hole in you!" Rong Jiahong's men were well prepared, and their guns were pointed directly at the opponents' heads.

At this time, the new Russian ambassador, Alexander Hermann, had just come out of the main building of the embassy. When he saw this scene, he immediately stopped and frowned: "What are you going to do?"

He recognized the leader Rong Jiahong.

The famous jackal in San Francisco.

"Which foot did you take out just now?" Rong Jiahong walked up to Alexander German and asked him calmly.

"What?" Hermann's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Brother Hong, his right foot came out first!" a henchman said on the side. "I saw it clearly!"

"Right foot? That means you have some objection! Hit me!" Rong Jiahong said and punched him.

German dodged backwards, and several thugs behind Rong Jiahong rushed over and knocked him to the ground.

"What are you going to do? I am the Minister of the Russian Empire!" Hermann's face was full of anger, and the blue veins on his forehead were popping out.

"The one I'm hitting is the Russian envoy!" Rong Jiahong kicked him in the stomach, then waved his hand: "Hit him!"

Several thugs immediately formed a circle around him and started kicking him.

Bang! A gunshot was heard not far away, and several men in the room came out and pointed their guns at Rong Jiahong and others: "Stop!"

"Pointing a gun at me? Shoot!" Rong Jiahong opened his arms with a sneer on his face. "Do you dare to shoot? Including this minister, no one can leave New York!"

The Russian soldiers paused, then shouted, "Don't push us! Let the ambassador go!"

"Fuck you!" Rong Jiahong grabbed the ambassador from the ground and stood in front of him.

At the same time, he drew a gun from his waist and fired at the soldiers.

One soldier was shot on the spot, and the others quickly hid aside.

"Madman, what are you going to do? Do you want to start a war? Can you bear the consequences?" Alexander Hermann was bruised and swollen, and cursed angrily.

He was almost driven mad.

I was just about to attend a salon when someone broke into the embassy and beat me up.

Several thugs nearby pulled out their guns and pointed them into the room.

"Whether there will be a war or not is not my concern!" Rong Jiahong laughed behind Hermann's back, and then the muzzle of the gun moved down Hermann's back to his buttocks and thighs.

boom!
Rong Jiahong shot German in the thigh.

Hermann groaned in pain, and the Russian in the room tried to rush out, but was shot back.

"What are you going to do?" Hermann fell to the ground, holding his thigh with his hands, his head covered with cold sweat.

Until now he has no idea what happened.

These crazy people!

"You ask me?" Rong Jiahong kicked German in the face.

He didn't know what he was going to do.

"Give me the stick!" Rong Jiahong stretched out his hand, signaled the henchman to throw the stick to him, then he swung it and hit German's calf.

Germann screamed immediately.

Rong Jiahong hit him with the stick again, then threw it aside and shook his hands, which hurt from the shock.

He squatted beside Hermann and said, "Do you know why you were beaten? Because your right foot went out first!"

"Behave yourself, and I'll only break your legs. If you don't obey, I'll throw your legation into the sea to feed the fish!"

After saying that, Rong Jiahong stood up and retreated step by step to the back, signaling his men to point their guns into the room and retreat step by step.

Then he laughed and got into the carriage.

A group of Russians quickly carried Alexander Hermann back and found a doctor for him.

At the same time, we called the police and issued the strongest protest to the United States.

Until now, they have no idea what happened.

Soon, the wealthy people in New York and Washington and the ministers of various countries all knew that the Russian minister had his leg broken and was shot when the Chinese rushed into the embassy.

This reminded them again of Chen Zhengwei's style of doing things.

That evening, the news was placed on the desk of Secretary of State William Everts.

"What happened again? Why did the Chinese suddenly attack the Russian envoy?" William Everts also felt somewhat puzzled, but he estimated that this must have been instigated by Chen Zhengwei.

"But it has nothing to do with me!" William Everts shrugged.

The new president will be sworn in on March 3th, and there will be a new secretary of state.

He was actually packing up his things when this protest was laid on the table.

Finally, he doesn't have to take the blame anymore.

(End of this chapter)