Expedition to Europe

Dozens of young and strong special forces soldiers dealt with three or five Kanyes who were exhausted by alcohol and sex. It was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. In the blink of an eye, the arrogant Fourth Master and his companions became dead dogs.

At this time, don't say things like "You can beat me or kill me, I will be a hero again in another 20 years." If these people really kill me, it will be a big loss.

In fact, the station is still quite lively at this time, with people coming and going. Such a big commotion here will definitely attract people's attention. In addition, the Chinese have the habit of watching the excitement. Many people have gathered around, most of whom are looking at this side with doubtful expressions. Although they can feel a little fear, they are more curious.

There is excitement to watch, so let's watch it first.

I guess many Chinese around think so.

McTavish doesn't want to be watched by others. Seeing that the situation is under control, he waved his hand and ordered people to take the Fourth Master and his men into the lounge and prepare to hand them over to the station police later.

Well, after all this trouble, the fourth master did get into the lounge as he wished, but it was probably not what he wanted to get in this way.

McTavish was still careful, and turned to tell the station staff: "If they dare to settle accounts with you, then go to the Nanyuan military camp, and then report my name, and say that Old Mac asked you to come."

The child nodded repeatedly, with a look of disappointment, but did not dare to say much.

"If it really doesn't work, go home and discuss with your family, and immigrate to Lanfang, so as not to suffer this kind of bird." McTavish knew that it was impossible to provide protection for this child all the time, so he simply solved the problem fundamentally.

"Well, well, well." This time the child reacted quickly, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

To be able to enter Pinghan Station as a staff member, this child's family probably has some background, but it won't be too big. Immigration still requires determination.

"Master, those boxes belong to those people. They often travel between Beijing and Tianjin. Every time they go to Tianjin, they bring so many big boxes. When they come back, they bring nothing." This kid is pretty good at hanging Charlie. He has the potential to enter the national security.

McTavish didn't care much. He called a few soldiers to take all the boxes away, and turned to go into the lounge.

In the lounge, the Lanfang soldiers were still sitting on the benches around the lounge as before, doing what they had to do. The fourth master and his men squatted in the open space in the middle of the lounge, looking at the soldiers around them with a look of doubt and fear, not daring to breathe.

The fourth master's expression at this moment was complicated. It was regretful at one moment, resentful at another, and there was also fear in between. This expression changed a little too quickly. If you ignore the embarrassed appearance, it is quite interesting.

After McTavish came in, he went straight to the Fourth Master, then sat on the bench opposite the Fourth Master with a big horse and a golden sword, looking down at the Fourth Master with a cold expression: "You, what's your name?"

McTavish didn't want to call this guy "Fourth Master". Any cat or dog is "Master". The "Master" in Beijing is too worthless. McTavish, as the Viscount of Lan Fang, doesn't dare to call himself "Master".

"Ma, Ma Jialin, the fourth, so..." Ma Si is quite honest now, and says whatever he is asked.

In fact, Ma Si regretted it as soon as he entered the room. After all, the uniforms of the commandos under McTavish are different from those of the soldiers of the Republic of China. The four-color camouflage is still very recognizable in this year. The Lan Fang delegation just arrived in Beijing in the afternoon. This is a rare major event in recent years in the Republic of China. Although it was only half a day, many people in Beijing already knew that these colorful clothes were the representative colors of the Lan Fang army.

When he saw a large group of soldiers wearing colorful clothes in the lounge, Ma Si's heart was really dead.

Oh, there are not only people wearing flowery clothes, but also a group of Northeast Army. Those people are even harder to mess with. Marshal Zhang of the Northeast Army is famous for protecting his nest.

The symbol of the Northeast Army is more obvious. Each person has a furry leather hat, which is the unique symbol of the Northeast Army.

These are all real leather. Only the Northeast Army can afford such luxury these days.

Whether it is the Northeast Army or the Lan Fang people, Ma Si dare not mess with them now. Don’t look at what Ma Si said arrogantly just now. In fact, Ma Si knows very well that not to mention him, even Prince Chun himself dare not be arrogant in front of the Northeast Army and the Lan Fang people.

Speaking of a Kanye like Ma Si, he has no other abilities, but his ability to observe words and expressions and change his mind is first-class. He can tell who can be offended and who cannot be offended at a glance.

If Ma Si knew that there were Northeast Army and Lan Fang people in the lounge, he would not dare to make trouble even if he was beaten to death. This is a real way to die.

"Ma Si, um, do you know what I do?" McTavish took off his gloves and slapped his palms again and again.

This action is actually very intimidating, especially the psychological pressure it creates on the other party, which is much more effective than words. When McTavish slapped his palm, almost every time he slapped it, Ma Si in front of him would tremble, and he could not even squat steadily. If it were not for the support of his companions, he would have collapsed to the ground.

McTavish has no purpose so far. He just has nothing to do at this moment, so he just wants to have some fun.

"You were so happy to curse just now? What did you curse just now? Keep cursing, and curse again." McTavish is teaching him a lesson.

"Master, I know I was wrong... I didn't know the real man... Please forgive me... I will be a slave in my next life..." Ma Si was completely out of temper at this moment, and he admitted his mistake very straightforwardly, saying that he slapped himself in the face, and he almost said the classic joke about having an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old child.

"Forgive you? I can't let you go!" Tang Jiading, with a face full of resentment, spoke loudly, and the anger in his tone could be heard.

Aren't there a few big boxes? Since we got into the lounge, we might as well open them and have a look. Tang Jiading was just looking through the things in the boxes just now, and it seems that he has come to a conclusion now.

"What's wrong?" McTavish didn't understand.

"Master McJudge, look at this, these monkey cubs are smuggling national treasures!" Tang Jiading held four or five scrolls in his hands, very carefully.

Just behind Tang Jiading, several soldiers were sorting out the things in the boxes, and they all looked very cautious as if they were facing a great enemy, and it was not enough to describe them as handling them with care.

We have to be careful. The soldiers found a table from somewhere and were placing the bottles and jars on it.

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The shapes of these bottles and jars are ordinary, but the colors on them are beautiful. Although McTavish is a little far away and can't see the specific patterns clearly, the colors are very comfortable and pleasing to the eye. McTavish doesn't know much about antiques and can't tell the specific names of those things, but judging from the color and uniformity, they are indeed good things.

Tang Jiading obviously knows a little bit. As a person from the capital, he basically knows a little bit by being influenced by what he sees and hears. What's more, Tang Jiading is holding a scroll with inscriptions on it.

"This is a landscape painting by Zhao Ziang, a master of the Yuan Dynasty... This is a banquet painting by Zhao Qianli, a master of the Song Dynasty... This one is from a big family. This is a painting of ladies by Wu Daoxuan, a master of the Tang Dynasty." Tang Jiading really knows a little bit. He knows everything.

McTavish didn't know who Zhao Ziang and Zhao Qianli were. He had heard of Wu Daoxuan, but he had never seen his specific works. However, this did not prevent McTavish from understanding the value of these paintings. The dynasties were there, "Yuan Dynasty", "Song Dynasty", "Tang Dynasty", dare to say that there is a more recent era?

"Sir, this is not smuggling, this is my prince's private collection, it has nothing to do with outsiders, and it is not a national treasure, it is my prince's collection." Ma Si immediately objected.

"Shut up!" McTavish was impatient and slapped Ma Si in the face with a glove.

In March, McTavish was still wearing winter clothes. The gloves were full-finger leather gloves, plus the steel buckle at the wrist, the gloves were still a bit heavy. This time, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and the speed at which Ma Si's cheek swelled was almost visible to the naked eye.

This was much louder than when Ma Si slapped himself just now, and the effect was better. Just now, Ma Si slapped himself for a long time without his face getting swollen. When McTavish hit him, half of Ma Si's face was swollen like a bun.

"Very valuable?" McTavish was not sure about the value of these things.

"Very valuable, these are all national treasures, especially this painting of ladies by Wu Daoxuan. As far as I know, there is no authentic painting of Wu Daoxuan circulating in the world. If it can be proved to be true, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as priceless." Tang Jiading was very excited. If he was not at the station, Tang Jiading would probably burn incense, take a bath, and take a cup of tea to look at it slowly.

"That's it, these fakes are not worth our attention, but these guys must be severely punished. Let me count, obstructing public affairs, insulting soldiers, and provoking trouble are enough, any one of them can be convicted." McTavish was very thoughtful and defined Ma Si in one sentence.

Lan Fang actually had clear regulations on cultural relics. As early as when the Foreign Legion was still fighting in Europe, Qin Zhiyuan began to pay attention to collecting cultural relics lost abroad during the Republic of China. Of course, if it was convenient, he would also collect some old items from other places, so there are now the grand Lan Fang National Museum, Lan Fang Royal Museum, and Foreign Legion Museum.

In the Chinese world, "leading by example" is popular. What the superiors like, the subordinates will rack their brains to cater to their preferences.

Qin Zhiyuan likes antiques, and the officers and soldiers of the Foreign Legion pay special attention to these things, so McTavish is not unfamiliar with antiques, and is even very familiar with many routines.

In fact, many of the cultural relics that have been passed down to the present are not made by the original person, but copied by later generations, which involves a value issue. If it is made by the original person, it is of course a cultural relic, but if it is copied by later generations, it is a work of art, that is, a fake.

McTavish defined these things as fakes as soon as he opened his mouth. Hmm, he is really a traitor.