The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"What are you looking at me doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked without blushing at all.

Boyarkov pretended: "I would rather start a fight."

Matsudaira Kunyang and Sato Masayoshi looked at each other, and then their eyes crossed with Boyarkov's. The three of them actually communicated instantly with their eyes.

Songping Kunyang said angrily: "I would rather start a fight."

Zhao Chuanxin was heartbroken: "You didn't listen to the advice, did you?"

The three of them were speechless.

Are you qualified to say such a thing?

How many people in Japan and Russia have died at your hands?

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand in frustration and helplessness: "Since you are unwilling to listen to mediation, fine, just pay the fee, 5,000 yen."

"What?"

The three of them asked in unison.

"Deaf? Pay the mediation fee, 5,000 yen."

Kuroda Toshiro swallowed: "Who, who pays?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled at him: "You asked me to keep peace, so of course you have to pay the expenses."

"I……"

He wanted to talk again, but Matsudaira Kunyang gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let's pay. Boyarkov, I want you to pay three thousand yen, are you willing to agree?"

As he spoke, he stared at Boyarkov fiercely.

Although Boyarkov has a bad temper, he is not stupid.

Songping Kunyang was threatening him. If he didn't agree, he might agree to hand over the land on both sides of the Polo-Nai Valley to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

His expression changed, and he finally decided: "Okay."

Zhao Chuanxin was also happy when he received 5,000 yen. He happily used a portion of the money to pay the wages of several Japanese dock workers he had hired, and then sent them away after letting them clean up the mess.

Representatives from Japan and Russia got off the tower of the Peacekeeping Bureau. Both sides looked at each other with cold eyes and parted unhappy.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the high tower, wearing sunglasses, but he had a panoramic view of this scene.

He came to the window, looked at the rough sea, and couldn't help but smile: "This matter is not over yet."

On the other side, Japan and Russia are also muttering.

Matsudaira Kunyang asked: "Kuroda-kun, tell me everything exactly. I think there is something fishy."

Kuroda Toshiro told the story once, and Matsudaira Kunyang secretly calculated the time and said doubtfully: "The time doesn't match up. Zhao Chuanxin should not go to the Polo-Nai Valley so fast."

Kuroda Toshiro frowned and said: "You forgot, Zhao Chuanxin knows magic. It is said that he can travel a thousand miles in a day and eight hundred miles in a night."

"According to what you say, we must be careful in our investigation during this period, and we cannot let Zhao Chuanxin, a troublemaker, cause trouble."

"I think he just wants to extort money."

Tsarist Russia had a similar reaction.

It's night, the waves contain stars, and the waves embrace the bright moon.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the cloak of shadow and flashed to the Polo-Nai Valley.

Speaking of Sa-khalin Island, it is really a treasure.

Although the winter is bitter and cold, the summer is full of orchids, fragrant flowers, yams and exotic flowers.

Insects chirped incessantly at night, and frogs croaked in unison.

There are just a lot of mosquitoes along the river, which bothers both Japan and Russia.

They used earth cubes and smoked mugwort and other grasses to achieve temporary purity.

The smoke was so thick that no one wanted to get up and leave the smokey place.

"It's your turn to go on patrol."

"Isn't it your turn?"

Finally, one person finally came out and went on patrol.

This scenario is repeated on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a cloak of shadow, but mosquitoes looked for living things to bite, and they didn't rely on their eyes, so it was useless.

A mosquito landed on his arm and tried to put its mouthparts through the shadow cloak and the clothes underneath. Zhao Chuanxin's sense of touch was extremely sensitive and his muscles trembled to flick the mosquito away.

He heard the sound and identified the location, stretched out his fingers from his cloak and flicked it, causing the mosquito to break off its wings and legs and float down.

"Damn it, as long as I suck other people's blood, I'll have to keep my legs open when mosquitoes come."

The patrolling Japanese soldier walked right by him, but could not see him at all.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the mountain cannon, loaded it, calibrated it to the stars and moon, and fired.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin quickly reloaded and continued firing.

boom……

Then he flashed to the other side, came to the already alerted Russian artillery position, loaded and fired under the eyes of the Russian artillery.

boom……

boom……

Both sides were confused.

No matter how doubtful you are, you must fight back at this time.

Tsarist Russia is worried about Japan's conspiracy, and Japan is also worried that Tsarist Russia is serious.

Once the casualties were counted, both sides became even more angry.

"Hit, beat the fucking little devil..."

"Maozi is looking for death..."

Without tracer bullets, all you can see is tongues of flames, dazzling gunfire, and the occasional scream or two besides the sound of gunfire.

Without night vision goggles, it’s all blind shooting.

A cannonball exploded near Zhao Chuanxin. Zhao Chuanxin was startled, and he flashed away from the battlefield.

He headed north along the valley, flashed all the way to Kirov-Skoye, and inserted a No. 23 copper eye on the roof of a wood processing factory.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a light on below and the sound of conversation coming from below.

Zhao Chuanxin's curiosity got the best of him, so he jumped off the roof wearing a shadow cloak and listened to the corner of the house outside.

"This is no place for people. It's freezing cold in the winter, and mosquitoes eat us alive in the summer."

"It's true that I'm a fucking prisoner, but I don't deserve to suffer this punishment."

There are not many Japanese and Russian people on Sakhalin Island. Just like Tsarist Russia, some of the island residents are prisoners sent from Primorsky Krai, some are poor people who cannot survive in Tsarist Russia, and some are just soldier.

They are engaged in the heaviest physical labor. Due to insufficient development and inadequate infrastructure, they suffer from freezing conditions in winter and hot summers, and the conditions are extremely harsh.

Even the poor want to return to land.

This is a grievance meeting. If everyone complains, they will not be able to survive.

Zhao Chuanxin peeked his head in and saw, oh, the Russian man inside was dark and skinny, with a messy beard on his face, which made Zhao Chuanxin suspect that there must be lice and other small animals crawling inside.

After listening to it for a long time, I turned over and over again because I was eager to leave Sakhalin and return to the mainland.

Zhao Chuanxin removed his shadow cloak, pushed open the door and entered the room: "Everyone, please listen to me."

He suddenly appeared, and it was almost as if he didn't make anyone jump in fright.

"You, who are you?"

"Qingguo? No, he doesn't have braids."

These people looked at Zhao Chuanxin warily.

Zhao Chuanxin stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Do you want to leave here?"

"So what? You haven't said your identity yet."

"If you want, go south. In the center of the island, in the Japanese Shikuka County, the newly built Peacekeeping Bureau there is a neutral zone. Just go, and you will be free."

The word freedom is distant and mysterious.

Very attractive.

"Haha, let's not say whether what you said is true or false. Even if it is true, how will we survive if we go? We have a family to take care of, and we are in the middle of a lean period. All the pickles made last year have been eaten..."

"The Peacekeeping Bureau is short of manpower. As long as you are willing to serve, what kind of fruits and vegetables are there? It is not impossible to eat enough meat."

A bearded man rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid they are asking us to sacrifice our lives, right?"

"Even if you die, it's better than you being here with no food and no clothes, or living like an animal, right?" Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said.

"But how do we know whether what you say is true or false?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "Let's do this. Tomorrow you will find out what's going on in the Peacekeeping Bureau before making a decision. If you decide to leave, please bring more people with you. The Peacekeeping Bureau is short of manpower."

Zhao Chuanxin has figured it out.

The South Island was fairly well developed by the Japanese, but the north was particularly desolate.

If you send your own people to the island, you will suffer. It is better to use Japanese and Russian livestock to build it first, and then let your own people pick peaches after the infrastructure is completed.

In the eyes of Zhao Chuanxin, all people who are not of my race are no different from animals, regardless of life or death, not to mention that the Tsarist Russians even call their own people gray animals.

He judged from the looks on these people that someone was tempted.

So he smiled slightly, retreated into the shadows, put on his shadow cloak and teleported to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

In the Polo-Nai Valley, the battle between Japan and Russia was more intense than before.

Zhao Chuanxin finished refreshing the "Old God Code", and they were still fighting.

So I used the energy fluctuation and convergence rune fragments and returned to the underground fortress of the White House Tavern in Qutsalam to sleep.

He took out his wireless mobile phone and just lay down when the phone rang.

"Zhuo, is there still a signal in the underground fortress?"

He could no longer figure out how this thing worked.

"I am Zhao Chuanxin."

"Sir, I am Zhang Heyan."

Zhang Shouzeng's voice sounded on the microphone.

"Oh, but there's no harm in talking."

"My lord, Fros Feng, the British member of the Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague, requires you to attend a meeting in Hoeying, South Korea."

Yao Jia's voice rang on the microphone: "Sir, the Foreign Business Group is ready, hehe..."

He laughed maliciously.

Zhao Chuanxin also laughed: "Okay, when is the time?"

"Tomorrow morning at 1:15, in the courtyard beside Huining Bridge."

"Tell them I'll be here on time."

Hoeryong is a basin surrounded by mountains, located in North Hamgyong Province.

Because it is on the border, the entire territory is along the river, and trade is carried out through the Tumen River. It has developed rapidly in recent years and is relatively wealthy.

There is a bridge connecting the two sides. It is made of wood but wide enough for traffic.

At the end of the bridge, there is a large courtyard with white walls and green tiles, which was a fish that slipped through the net when Zhao Chuanxin was promoted last time.

This meeting was held in this compound.

Representatives from the ten countries of Japan, Britain, Germany, Russia, Belgium, France, Austria-Hungary, Italy, Spain, and the Qing Dynasty are all in their places. As the representative of the Arms Limitation Committee, Floss Feng is at the top and is now waiting for the protagonist to arrive.

Representatives of Tsarist Russia participated in the signing meeting of the "Wushen Treaty" and knew Zhao Chuanxin's character.

Seeing that Fros Feng had placed Zhao Chuanxin at the bottom, he kindly reminded him: "Commissioner Feng, you'd better not place Zhao Chuanxin there."

Floss Feng wondered: "Why?"

The people here represent all countries.

And Zhao Chuanxin can only represent him personally, so what's the problem with being at the bottom?

The representative of Tsarist Russia said: "Last time we arranged this, he kicked a person to death on the spot."

"Ah this..."

The others were fidgeting and wiggling their buttocks.

"It's just a seat. If you want me to see it, let him sit at the head."

"Yes, there is no need to compete with Zhao Chuanxin. We are all gentlemen here, but he is the only one who is a butcher. We have to pay attention to our status."

"A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall." Yinchang said.

Japan's representative, Army Minister Masaki Terauchi, said: "It's not necessarily true. Now that we have ten countries, I don't believe that Zhao Chuanxin dares to act recklessly."

Before Flos Feng could speak, noises came from outside the door: "How can it be unreasonable? The incident happened on our soil, and we, Korea, have no right to participate in the meeting?"

Zhengyi in the temple suddenly changed his expression.

Floss Feng frowned: "Bring him in first."

The man who came in was not big, with a big face and a mustache on his lips, but his eyebrows were heavy.

He struggled and said: "I am Li Beomjin, the Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the Korean Empire!"

Flos Feng looked at Terauchi Masaki, who had a gloomy expression on his face: "Who appointed you? Why don't I know?"

South Korea is now controlled by Japan.

Those present felt entertained.

Li Fanjin sneered: "I am a subject of the Korean Empire, and you are a subject of Japan. Isn't it normal that you don't know?"

Someone snickered.

"You..." Terauchi Masaki said in a deep voice: "You are so sharp! South Korea is in danger, and it is our Empire of Japan who comes to help turn the tide, you ungrateful thief. I don't think you need to be an envoy. Someone, come and drive him out... …”

At this time, someone in the air said in a joking tone: "Don't be in a hurry to chase people away. They are all here and can join in the fun."

Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw a tall man with a white short T-shirt on his upper body and khaki straight overalls on his lower body. His shoes were made of yellow soles, with square hemp and cowhide uppers, a high-crested peaked cap that contrasted with the shoes, sunglasses, and a A thick black beard.

This person fell from the sky and landed in a floating manner, which was very impressive.

"It's Zhao Chuanxin..."

Zhao Chuanxin came to Li Fanjin: "You are the representative of South Korea, right? It's about adding another chair. Come and get another top chair."

Okay, okay, the green forest gangsters are getting together, right? And they'll get a top spot.

Of course, no one listened to Zhao's announcement, but everyone looked at Floss Feng.

The scene was at a stalemate for a while.

Don't look at Floss von representing the Arms Limitation Committee, but if you want to say how noble and upright he is and how he strives for world peace, that's pure nonsense.

He didn't take South Korea's sovereignty seriously at all, nor did he take Lee Bum-jin seriously.

However, when he thought about the content of today's meeting, he felt that it was better not to get into trouble, so he said calmly: "Get another chair."

Yinchang, who had nothing to do just now to make his presence felt, fell silent when Zhao Chuanxin fell from the sky. He shrank his body away from the representatives of the countries and tried his best to prevent Zhao Chuanxin from seeing him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the long table. Li Fanjin was placed in the last position that originally belonged to him. He said, "How about I sit outside."

Floss Feng: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin is the protagonist, is it ridiculous to let him sit outside?

He rolled his eyes, pointed to the position between Japan and Russia, and said, "Make room for Mr. Zhao."

Zhengyi in the temple was not convinced.

The representative of Tsarist Russia obediently gave up his seat.

At this time, the general supervisor of South Korea was Sone Arasuke. After Ito Hirobumi asked Zhao Chuanxin to kill him, Sone Arasuke took over.

But this man was frightened by Zhao Chuanxin and was not very active in annexing South Korea.

There are always people talking about him recently, and it is hard to say that there is no shadow of Deputy Supervisor Masaki Templeuchi behind him.

This man is a hardliner.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over happily and saw that Zhengyi in the temple refused to give up his place, so he put his hand on the back of his chair: "Hey, you still don't give in after the committee members have spoken. You are really unqualified."

Temple Zhengyi felt a strong force coming from the chair, and he was stunned: "Ouch..."

Fortunately, I didn't fall down.

He hurriedly maintained his balance, and the chair was pushed to the side.

He glared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and then remembered that he had run out of it. He lit up the cigarette and said to Zhengyi Siuchi in an evil manner: "What are you looking at, little devil? If I look at you again, I will pluck out your eyeballs."

In the temple, Zhengyi's nose was full of air and smoke.

But facing Zhao Chuanxin alone, he would definitely suffer the loss. He could only swallow his anger and give up another three points.

Yinchang secretly observed Zhao Chuanxin and saw that this man came to a formal occasion, but he was dressed casually, and he did not pay attention to the great powers and heroes at all.

In terms of temperament, at first glance, he looks ruthless, but then he reveals his murderous intentions. It seems that he is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

It is said that this person is used to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be a vulgar martial artist, but in fact he is smarter than a monkey with hair on his face.

Flos Feng was also dissatisfied with how casual Zhao Chuanxin was, so he snorted coldly: "Mr. Zhao, you must know that you represent not only you personally, but also our Arms Limitation Committee."

Zhao Chuanxin's expression turned solemn: "Commissioner Feng is absolutely right, so Zhao has been thinking about how to make the giant ship of world relations avoid the reef and sail through the strong winds and waves. Zhao is willing to be friends and friends with the whole world. Partner, my will and determination..."

Flos von was stunned.

The powers present were dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Masaki Terauchi: "As this Japs said, when South Korea was in the most critical situation, Japan provided 'huge' help. I think they will definitely deepen this help next year. Zhao regards peace as sunshine. Air believes that the world will not survive if it is lost, so it is also willing to provide a little help to South Korea, such as here in Huining."

Terauchi Masaki's head was buzzing: "South Korea has enough help from our Imperial Japanese Empire, and it doesn't need you."

Moreover, Zhao Chuanxin said that Japan would "deepen" help next year, which obviously meant something, which surprised Masaki Terauchi.

How did he know?

Inferred?

This man is truly a formidable opponent!

He suddenly thought of a trivial matter that should have been inconspicuous. Zhao Chuanxin published a picture album called - "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty".

It is said that all the prophecies in this album have come true.

He didn't believe that Zhao Chuanxin could make calculations, but he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was a deep and unfathomable person who could predict the future based on the world situation.

Thinking of this, he even forgot about Zhao Chuanxin calling him a "jail".

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of anger: "Japanese, what are you talking about? Zhao repeatedly emphasized that we must help each other. Zhao is just doing his little bit in the Yanbian area. Of course, if Zhao is able in the future, he will go and help you. A handful.”

In the temple, Zhengyi suddenly stood up.

On the one hand, he was angry that Zhao Chuanxin repeatedly called him a "jail", and on the other hand, he was also deeply worried about the threat from Zhao Chuanxin.

He said angrily: "Zhao Chuanxin, what do you mean? What our Empire of Japan has done is recognized by all countries in the world, even the Americans. Do you want to risk the disapproval of the world?"

At the beginning, the United States had to recognize Japan's colonial behavior in Korea for their own interests in the Philippines.

After Tsarist Russia and Japan signed a series of secret treaties, they also recognized it.

Zhao Chuanxin had an expression on his face that said you couldn't stand it: "You, really, why are you getting so angry while talking? This is a large-scale international conference. You need to be calm and have the bearing of a small country."

Teruchi Zhengyi's nose was so angry that he said, "You..."

Flos Feng coughed and coldly interjected: "Zhao Chuanxin, be careful what you say. As you said, this is a meeting of the Ten Nations..."