The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin joined the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague for two main purposes.

First, he wants to use this identity to seize Sakhalin Island.

Secondly, in the next battle, he will go to Europe to be a "good gentleman".

When Zhao Chuanxin received this telegram, he sneered again and again.

Now that I have joined, it is simply a fool's errand to think about kicking me out.

Zhao Chuanxin replied to the telegram.

The Hague, Arms Limitation Commission.

Chairman Bernat was presiding over the meeting, and the contents of the telegram were sent to his desk. He happened to read Zhao Chuanxin's reply on the spot.

Bernat wiped his dim eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "It's hard to be a human being, it's even harder to be a man, and it's even harder to be a responsible man."

"Ahem..."

Coughing sounds came and went.

The words are better than the songs.

Bernat continued: "I, Zhao Chuanxin, am immature in character and act recklessly. I really shouldn't..."

Floss Feng snorted coldly: "Now you know how to speak softly? Look at the good things he did, actually massacring Japanese merchants and civilians? It is unforgivable and must be eradicated."

The others echoed in unison.

Bernat glanced at him sideways: "Wait until I finish reading."

"Oh well."

Bernat continued: "Because my mind is immature, I can't control myself. I suddenly heard that the committee wanted to remove me from my position. I was very happy. I could finally go to Belgium to order a batch of weapons and have a good talk with the world... "

Everyone's expressions changed greatly when they heard this.

I blanch...

What does it mean?

You've just been fired, and you're going to stir up trouble and go on a killing spree?

It’s useless for others to say this.

But it was Zhao Chuanxin who spoke.

Don't say you didn't predict what you said.

This is quite telling the world that Zhao Chuanxin stirred up troubles all because he was fired by the Arms Limitation Committee. Those who voted are all sinners and must be held responsible for what happened under Zhao Chuanxin's gun.

"Farke!"

"Damn it, Fakr!"

"Who is it?"

Bernat was also dumbfounded.

He coughed again and continued to read: "I beg you all, for the sake of the common people, please continue to restrain me, otherwise life will be ruined and the consequences will be disastrous. Zhao Chuanxin, in Shanghai, China."

Breathing could be heard at the scene, with heavy wheezing and chest heaving.

It can be seen that he is very angry.

Damn, they were threatened by this kid.

Bernat sighed, feeling like he was luring a wolf into the house.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to discuss with everyone, the staff came in a hurry again: "Another telegram has been sent."

Bernat's heart skipped a beat: "Bring it here."

He read: "By the way, there is one more thing. I heard that the Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded in October this year. I hope that everyone here can help me say a few words. This award means a lot to me."

"What do you mean?" Dutch Commissioner Jason Weir looked in disbelief: "He actually wants to get involved in this year's Nobel Peace Prize? Did I hear that right?"

The original winner of the 1909 Nobel Peace Prize was the chairman of the Arms Limitation Committee, Bellenet, and the French politician Paul de Constant shared this award.

At this time, everyone's minds were buzzing when they heard that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to win the award.

It is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

However, the matter of dismissal fell through for the time being, as no one was willing to bear this responsibility.

…

Flying in the sky.

Nikola Tesla instinctively shouted: "Benjamin, come on, I built a wireless phone. Benjamin, come on, let's try the communication effect..."

After shouting for a long time and receiving no response, Nikola Tesla suddenly realized: Benjamin went to see his master and parents.

The rest of the people in the restaurant are not very smart, and no one can share their important achievements, which is a great regret in life.

"Dunzi, pot stickers, come with me."

Dunzi and Guotieer did not dare to look down on this strange foreigner, knowing full well that his strange foreign gadgets would be of great use to the shopkeeper.

Since the shopkeeper Gao Tu is not here, they can only put down their work and act as ordered.

Nikola Tesla used a northwest accent and muttered to the two of them for a long time.

Dunzi scratched his head when he heard this: "Guo Tiao is smarter. Mr. Ni, can you teach him to do it alone?"

"No, two people have to experiment at the same time." Nikola Tesla's Chinese tone was weird, and his northwest accent made it even more nondescript.

"Okay then." Dunzi reluctantly agreed.

When the two of them arrived at the agreed place carrying the equipment, without connecting the wires, Dunzi was so shocked that his hair and hair were all electrified. His hands and feet suddenly went numb, and his soul flew out of the sky: "Ah, this foreigner used some magic, and only the shopkeeper and the little boy were able to do it." Sir, he can be cured."

Although I was scared, I still followed the instructions and pressed many agency messages.

At this time, the foreign weirdo Mr. Ni's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker: "Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

Dunzi's eyes widened, feeling the cold air in the desert creeping into his body.

There is no Mr. Ni around here, but his voice is clearly heard in the tube. Could it be that he has been possessed?

"Dunzi, are you talking?"

"me……"

"What am I?" Nikola Tesla's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Benjamin's not here, it's really troublesome. Come on, come back with the wireless phone, and I will send out pot stickers."

"Okay, okay." Dunzi was relieved.

…

The European uncle, Edward VII, firmly believed in what Zhao Chuanxin said.

In order to save a few more years of his life, he abdicated the throne and gave the throne to his and Queen Alexandra's second son, Georg Frederic Ernst Albert.

Then he quietly took a boat and headed to the east.

When seeing them off at the pier, Queen Alexandra said with a cold face: "My dear, you are possessed and fell into the trap of the butcher of the Far East. Nowadays, there are many conflicts in European countries, and a war will start as soon as you leave. I am now It’s like I’ve turned into a rigid stone, unable to cry or accept these things.”

Edward VII wanted to tell her that he had spent his whole life eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and having fun, and that he had been extremely kind to these nephews during his several years as an uncle in Europe.

As for the war, isn't it just a matter of days?

Europe's interests, war or peace, now have nothing to do with him.

What can a woman save?

He saw with his own eyes the magic of the Far Eastern Butcher, and no one could stop him from seeking immortality.

But he is good at dancing, and his old-age speech is even more thoughtful. He will never hurt others with harsh words. He just smiles and says: "My dear, it's windy at the seaside. Go back quickly."

But he boarded the ship without looking back, pulled anchor and set off for a long journey.

…

Mexico.

The news of the murder of church clergy in Qutsalan spread to Mexico City and reached the ears of current President Porfirio Díaz.

Porfirio Díaz, who lived in seclusion, was furious, and the people who came to report could not say anything, so he wanted to send the executioner general Victoriano Huerta to kill him.

At this time, in the state of Morelos next to Mexico City, Emiliano Zapata, who had obtained weapons and ammunition from Zhao Chuanxin, led a peasant uprising army to attack the large estate and regain the land with great momentum.

The rebel army crossed the state and won the support of the desperate farmers, and soon occupied most of the areas such as Ayala Town, Cuatla, and Huaztepec.

The local officials were at a loss as to what to do, their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly asked the central government for help.

Even the newspapers of the Qing Dynasty in the Far East recorded a few words: There are tigers in Anequiel, and flying dragons in Waztepec.

So the matter of going to Kuat Shalan to suppress the bandits was put on hold for the time being.

…

There are demonstrations in Japan, and there are also demonstrations in the Central Plains.

Each side holds its own.

The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs informed the Qing court that the Qing court could not move Zhao Chuanxin and also moved out of the attack on Lubin Mansion. The two sides were at odds with each other.

What makes others turn upside down is Zhao Chuanxin's calmness.

He went to Dongsha Island to collect a large amount of seaweed, and after storing it in the underground fortress warehouse in Quite Shalan, he actually took a boat northward with Benjamin Goldberg, Li Shuwen and others.

Some of the martial arts masters, such as Huo Yuanjia, stayed in Shanghai temporarily.

The rest were still funded by Zhao Chuanxin's master and apprentice, and they all went to Tianjin with the ship.

In the "Code of the Old Gods", the Fearless Vanguard is marked by the Eye of the Demon God and remains hidden from the sky in the tower all day long for fear of getting into trouble.

However, seaweed is constantly being sold, usually by the residents of Pioneer Companions' Haven, driving the giant beetle, either to Rune City, or in the dazzling oasis. They are never sold near Pioneer Companions' Haven, to avoid attracting the attention of the devil.

Zhao Chuanxin spends his days leisurely, reading newspapers and stealing teachers, but he can make a lot of money every day.

Since Cixi failed to challenge the Eight-Power Allied Forces alone, the Qing government has opened its eyes to the world, and the contents of newspapers have spread throughout China.

Zhao Chuanxin read in the newspaper that construction of the Titanic had begun at the Hanand Wolff shipyard in Belfast, Northern Ireland's largest city.

In addition, in various parts of China, the common people and gentry demanded to take back mineral rights from foreigners, such as Tongguanshan mineral rights, various mineral rights in Sichuan, etc.

If he wants to participate in everything, even if Zhao Chuanxin has the old sacred altar, he has to have both legs to run around in order to take care of the world.

On the other hand, in Tibet, the British were planning tirelessly, so much so that Zhao Chuanxin was very interested in Yadong, Jiangzi, Gadak and other places preparing to open ports and establish customs.

Due to limited energy and no manpower available, he could only hold back for the time being.

When arriving in the capital, Zhao Chuanxin went to Morrison Library.

He told Morrison: "I want to buy the courtyard next to it, expand the database, and build something along the way."

He wants to use the Morrison Library as a hub for the upcoming Internet industry.

The existing structure is completely inadequate.

Morrison wondered: "There is a huge amount of land in the capital, and the courtyard next door was bought by a wealthy Japanese businessman with no intention of selling it. This is very difficult to handle."

"It's difficult to handle. If it's difficult to handle, don't do it." Zhao Chuanxin patted his butt and stood up, then went straight to the house next to him and knocked on the door.

As expected, the person who opened the door was a Japanese man. He was short, with a mean mustache on his lips and a short hairstyle. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "What can I do for you?"

"I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not." Zhao Chuanxin held his cigarette in his mouth and stretched his head to look into the courtyard.

In Dongjiaomin Lane, many foreigners buy real estate.

I have to admit that after foreigners buy real estate, they usually tidy it up better than Chinese people, the environment is quieter, and the ground is tidier.

This little devil is the same. He also designed a garden in the courtyard, but the scale is small, and the vegetation has not yet sprouted, so it doesn't look very obvious.

The Japanese were a little confused: "I don't know you, what are you going to tell me?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands to his mouth and looked very sneaky: "Let me tell you a secret, the public security of this generation is not good. I advise you to move quickly and sell the house."

After hearing this, the Japanese sneered: "I think you are the one who disturbs public order. This place is adjacent to the concessions of various countries. Is this a place where you can come?"

"Bah!" Zhao Chuanxin spat on the Japanese's pants: "You are a morally corrupt and unqualified little brat who treats your good intentions like a donkey's heart and lungs. Just wait, I'll curse your house for throwing away things."

Japanese noses are so hung up and crooked.

The term "little devils" probably became popular in Lugang Town, causing the whole country to call them that. Even the rest of the foreigners in China like to call them that, shouting in broken Chinese: "Fuck devils."

"You..." The Japanese pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and was about to get angry, but Zhao Chuanxin walked away with his hands behind his back.

At night, the Japanese locked the gate and headed towards the concession.

There were bars and entertainment venues there, and the nightlife was rich.

He left first, and Zhao Chuanxin climbed over the wall and went in.

There was a black vicious dog in the yard, and when it heard the noise, it opened its bloody mouth and wanted to bark.

Zhao Chuanxin only needed to turn his head and look at it, his eyes were cold, and the vicious dog clamped its tail, retracted its neck from the doghouse and whimpered.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the house effortlessly, regardless of the value of the objects, and took everything in, and let nothing go. He even scraped the wall with a light blade, leaving only the bricks and stones exposed.

After doing all this, Zhao Chuanxin went out but refused to jump over the wall. He picked up the lock from the outside through the crack of the door with a light blade and walked out with a guilty conscience.

Because this place is close to the concessions of various countries, there have been many stalls on the street since some time ago. They have amber cups, tortoise shell plates, rhinoceros horns and ivory, all scattered all over the ground.

Most of them are bannermen who are selling their property.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the stall and rummaged around. There were really a lot of good things.

The stall owner was not sure what to do and asked others to look after him.

Because of the inconvenience of people coming and going, Zhao Chuanxin went to the side of the stall to pick up things.

At this time, a tall and fat foreigner stood in front of the stall with his chest and belly protruding. He looked at it and asked, "How much silver is this pair of paperweight lions made of mutton-fat jade?"

He spoke in poor Chinese.

He mistook Zhao Chuanxin for the stall owner.

Zhao Chuanxin said without even raising his head, "We don't sell to foreigners or dogs."

The vendor who was actually helping to look after the stall was dumbfounded.

Zhao, what does this mean?

Aren't you here to set up a stall just to sell to foreigners?

Foreigners are big and fat with lots of money.

The fat foreigner was furious when he heard this and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin, "Fuck, do you believe I will smash your stall?"

"Oh, smash it, if you have the ability, smash it..." Zhao Chuanxin felt uncomfortable every time he came to Beijing.

The foreigner really kicked the stall, knocking down several bottles and jars. There was nothing wrong with the other things, except for a pen holder that was rotten due to age and improper storage.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin, who had finished speaking, finished the rest of his words: "You can kick it as you like, it's not my stall anyway."

Foreigner: "..."

Street vendor next to him: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and clapped his hands: "What a bunch of broken things, there is no real stuff."

He actually wanted to leave with his hands behind his back.

Street vendor: "Hey, hey, wait a minute..."

Foreigner: "Stop."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the vendor: "What the hell? Why are you stopping me?"

The vendor's eyes pricked up and pointed at the broken pen holder: "How does this count?"

"You are blind, can't you see who kicked it?"

The vendor spoke fluent Beijing dialect, he should be a bannerman, grabbing Zhao Chuanxin and not letting go: "Hey, you are a man from outside the pass, an ignorant bumpkin, you are not in tune when you go out, you have nothing to do and you provoke the foreign master..."

Halfway through his words, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him back.

Pa...

"Get out."

The foreigner roared viciously and tried to hug Zhao Chuanxin from behind and throw him down.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped back and elbowed.

"Uh..."

The foreigner's diaphragm was hit, and he couldn't breathe. His eyes bulged out.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the foreigner's chin with his left elbow, twisted his body, and raised his right elbow.

The foreigner was hit on the chin.

"Uh..."

But he fell straight down.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back, and walked forward. When he arrived at the next stall, he pointed at the ground, pointing at a set of amber cups, luminous cups, rhino horn cups, jade cups, pottery cups, porcelain cups, etc., and asked: "How much is this set?"

The vendor watched Zhao Chuanxin beat the foreigner and forgot to give a false price. He said in a trance: "Fifty taels of silver."

It's not too little, but it's not too much either.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the money, packed up a set of quilts and left.

The vendor regretted it too late.

Not long after walking to the end, Zhao Chuanxin turned into the alley and teleported back to the Morison Library.

I won’t mention how the police in the concession searched for the arrogant villain who beat up the foreigner, nor how the Manchu prodigal son who suffered the loss of the broken pen holder came back to settle accounts with the foreigner.

But the Japanese came back from the concession and found that the door lock was broken, and they were shocked.

Pushing the door into the yard, they didn’t find anything unusual.

But they were dumbfounded after entering the house.

It is said that thieves never leave empty-handed.

But I have never heard that thieves leave with nothing, not only the walls are bare, but also a layer of wall skin is scraped off.

Even if they make a floor mat, the bricks in the wall are an eyesore.

The valuable things hidden in the corners are gone, and the money in the secret compartment is gone.

The Japanese was like a mad dog, shouting to the sky: "Damn thief, I will kill you..."

Then, he went out to ask around, and no one saw anything unusual.

The Japanese went to the next door to Morrison's house and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, the Japanese pupils shrank, and found that the person who opened the door was the tall man who knocked on his door during the day.

"You..."

"Heh..." Zhao Chuanxin stretched and yawned: "You are so fucking uncultured, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, disturbing people's sweet dreams, you are really a scum who gave birth to a son without an ass."

Japanese: "You... you dare to scold me?"

"Get lost." Zhao Chuanxin was about to close the door.

Seeing this, the Japanese hurriedly swallowed his anger and said, "Isn't this Mr. Morrison's home?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the door frame: "The name on the house certificate has been changed. Now the surname is Zhao."

"Zhao?" The Japanese looked suspicious: "Since it got dark tonight, have you heard the dog barking in my yard?"

"I heard it. The dog is not tall and has hair on its mouth. It doesn't listen to people. Sooner or later, it will regret it."

The Japanese felt uncomfortable. Why did it feel like scolding?

"Humph." The Japanese snorted coldly, turned his head and left to report to the police.

Morrison heard the noise and came out to see: "Mr. Zhao, what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing, go back to sleep quickly, and tomorrow you can ask the Japanese next door if they want to sell the house."

Morrison was confused.

If they ask today not to sell it, will they sell it tomorrow?

Zhao Chuanxin took the looted things to Quetshalan and asked Aguire Ida to sell them outside the White House Tavern.

Back in his bedroom at the Morrison Library, Zhao Chuanxin hugged his quilt and prepared to go to bed early.

But he suddenly missed women.

Thinking of Sister Hua's pregnancy, Zhao felt mixed emotions.

I didn't want children, but I ended up with two.

While Sister Hua is still in good health, I will go to Lugang Town to find her to pick radishes after this matter is over.

Benjamin Goldberg and the others should be arriving in Lugang Town soon, right?