The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Without much effort, Li Zining burst out laughing.

Zhao Chuanxin finally said: "Ask your brother to prepare some golden sore medicine, alcohol, gauze, catgut, suture needles everywhere... whatever it takes, prepare enough for hundreds or even thousands of people, allowing you to make a profit on the difference."

Li Zining was stunned: "Master, what do you want these for?"

"Sell."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "The gambler Qiu Jialiang wants to bribe Yuan Shuxun, don't stop him, just keep an eye on him and tell me when you bribe him."

"Master, what do you want to do?"

"How to do it? Of course, use morality to influence him, convince him, make him ashamed, and let him change his ways."

"..."

Two more days.

Li Ziyu sent a message back to Zhao Chuanxin, telling him about the mansion that Yuan Shuxun bought when he was in charge of Shanghai Road, the mansion when he was the prefect of Shandong, and the mansion where he is now the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi.

After Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone, he saw Neng Chengwen waiting for orders. In the corner, the female soldier on duty today was in a state of despair, with red eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "Come here, why are your eyes red?"

The female soldier burst into tears: "Sir, I..."

"But there's no harm in talking."

"Sir, I was alone when I went north. Later I wrote a letter asking my husband to come with my children." The female soldier said in a low mood: "He came and saw me training with male soldiers every day. He was unhappy and drank too much every day. , quarreled with me. I, I..."

Able to curl one's lips in writing.

How dare you come here to talk about this nonsense?

She didn't want Zhao Chuanxin to ask her seriously: "Then you endured it?"

The female soldier nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "As the saying goes, if you tolerate uterine fibroids for a while, you will take a step back to breast hyperplasia. Why should you endure it and step back? If he quarrels, you fight with him, use up your daily training strength, and I will beat him to death. You must find a better husband. Women, it’s time to be independent. Women, it’s time to rise up.”

Can be written: "..."

Female soldier: "..."

Neng Chengwen felt that these words were simply a reversal of yin and yang, and it was treasonous.

The female soldier found it incredible that you are such an adult.

Actually helping a woman speak?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "I'll give you half a day off, go back and finish this matter. It's not like your salary can't support the children, so what are you afraid of? After today, if you have to go out crying again, will you still cry when you go to the battlefield? ?”

The female soldiers respected and feared Zhao Chuanxin and hurriedly left.

Neng Chengwen was puzzled: "Sir, why is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, but just said: "A group of young women share a box of wine and scold their husbands all night long. A group of bachelors share a pack of cigarettes and enjoy themselves for a long time when mentioning widows. Haha, this is a sign of prosperity."

"..."

With that said, he picked up his clothes and walked out.

Neng Chengwen scratched his head and hurriedly followed to ask about business: "Sir, after you go out, do you have any instructions for your subordinates?"

"Urge the Japanese and Maozi to pay fines."

"What if they don't pay?"

"If you don't pay, I'll keep urging you."

"Ah this..."

Isn't he a clown?

"Do as I say."

Zhao Chuanxin set off from the Fuxiang County Pier, passed through Zongu Bay in Japan, entered the Sea of ​​Japan, passed Tsushima Island and went straight to Shanghai.

The third-generation Youlong accelerated to the extreme, and the thick cabin could not block the sound of the sonic boom. Zhao Chuanxin's ears were still stuffed with cotton.

In more than two hours, we arrived at Dingdong Island.

Zhao Chuanxin has collected three generations of wandering dragons, and he has connected to the cliffs at the foot of the coast. The steep slopes are not difficult for him at all, and he can easily jump to the house on the top.

He first released the puppet slaves and cleaned the room. After all, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with salt stains from the sea, dust fell inside the house, and the plank road outside was covered with bird droppings.

The sea breeze in Sakhalin is already very cold, but here it is just right.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his shirt, sunbathing in the sea breeze on a deck chair made of wicker chairs, and took out a bottle of Heineken beer. He first thought of the laboratory built by the Netherlands in China, and then thought of his daughter Zhao Lingjun.

The main raw material of Heineken beer is hop seeds, which has a special taste.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip and said to himself: My daughter may be angry.

After all, I haven't seen her for a long time.

After the puppet slaves cleaned up, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and jumped off the cliff.

After several ups and downs, he floated to the beach and went into the water to touch the oysters.

After selecting about twenty of the largest ones, Zhao Chuanxin jumped back to the top of the mountain.

He took out the grill, lit a fire, and minced the garlic first. After mincing the garlic, be sure to wash it with water and dry it with gauze, otherwise it will become bitter.

Pour the oil into the pan and add the garlic paste, garlic chili sauce, dried shrimps, oyster sauce and other condiments. Be sure to stir with a spoon to prevent the bottom from sticking to the pan.

Grilled oysters, drip with oil, add minced garlic, add vermicelli when medium cooked, drip with oil, add chopped green onion and millet, add seafood soy sauce.

The puppet slave brought the table, and Zhao Chuanxin placed the oysters on the table.

The wrought iron fused quartz glass shaded wind lamps beside the table and on the plank road are all lit, creating a small atmosphere instantly.

The plank road, sea breeze, the sound of waves, wind lanterns, oysters, grilled steamed buns, Heineken beer, wicker chairs, and big pants, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was one step closer to becoming a god.

After eating and wiping himself clean, he took out the "Code of the Old Gods" from the recliner.

[The craftsman hired natural alchemists from five dazzling oases and has experimented with 50 kinds of Chinese medicine formulas on people who were bewitched by spirits, but none of them worked. 】

These prepared traditional Chinese medicines were all bought by Zhao Chuanxin.

There are classic prescriptions, such as Tongmai Decoction, Modified Buyang Huanwu Decoction, Xiushi Zhiyang Decoction, Xipu Zhiyin Decoction, Ditan Xifeng Decoction, Tongluo Huoxue Decoction, Fayu Tongluo Decoction...

There are also some unorthodox prescriptions, which may be able to cure the disease, but it depends on luck.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care what disease he treats.

After all, there is no way to prescribe the right medicine.

Usually, all the prescriptions that have the effect of treating "deliriousness" are added, and all the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular aspects are tried one after another.

As for whether the bewitched person's kidneys can withstand it, it is not within Zhao Chuanxin's consideration.

After all, if a special medicine is discovered, the Red Island female monk still has 11 counter-force rune fragments as a reward that need to be cashed in urgently.

After trying two more medicines today with no results, Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and went to sleep.

Anyway, there is no time limit, so try it slowly.

The next day, the sky in the east was not white and the golden light was not visible at sunrise. It turned out to be a cloudy day.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished washing, he rode the three-generation dragon to Shanghai when it started to rain lightly.

At this time, the rain in Shanghai is sticky, hot and humid.

Zhao Chuanxin first found a place, ate three drawers of small steamed buns and drank a bowl of small wontons. After he was full, he called a rickshaw and headed towards the fourth road.

This place is adjacent to the French Concession and is surrounded by alleys. It has a city-like appearance. You can see some signs of sensuality early in the morning. Many ordinary people looking for flowers and flowers yawned and filed out of the fireworks building.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped the rickshaw, and after giving money and a tip, Xingyue gave a map of nearby buildings.

The more lively and prosperous the area is, the stronger Xingyue's perception is.

Because there are so many people, it is easier to locate based on air vibrations.

It's okay if you come at night. If you visit during the day, the front door is difficult to enter. Zhao Chuanxin is looking at a restaurant, so why not skip here.

He walked in with his hands behind his back, and the bustard who received the guests was still charming.

He said: "Take me to the third floor to find a room."

The bustard winked and said angrily: "Uncle, you misunderstood. Our girls don't sell their bodies when it comes to their art."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with a serious face and said seriously: "If I don't pay you when it's over, it won't be considered a sell-out. Don't worry, I can do this."

The bustard's face froze: "..."

What the hell is this word?

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and threw two oceans over: "Stop talking nonsense and take me to the third floor. I'm very sleepy and I need to go to sleep right away."

When the bustard heard this, he thought it was easy to handle: "Master, come with me."

When they arrived at the room on the third floor, the Madam wanted to follow him in, but Zhao Chuanxin pushed him away: "Go, go, why are you following me? You are really shameless. Don't you know how men and women can be intimate?"

Bustard: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin closed the door, opened the window, and looked down.

There was only one barber in the alley, and they both worked together. The old one had his hair cut, and the younger one had his hair braided.

People in the Qing Dynasty had yin and yang hair, and wore long braids, which were often washed only once during haircuts. They were fashionable in cold weather, but in the hot summer, the smell of the braids was unbearable, making people want to vomit after smelling it.

Seeing that they didn't raise their heads, Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the window edge and jumped.

He floated to the courtyard wall across the street, jumped more than twenty meters, and landed in the main room of the mansion.

There is only a door, an old servant who sweeps the house, and a yellow dog.

Huang Gou raised his head and stared at Zhao Chuanxin with his bright eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin threw down a piece of chicken leg bought on the road, which startled the yellow dog. When he saw what he had thrown down, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Dogs, like people, lose their vigilance when given some meat.

Obviously Zhao Chuanxin came prepared.

Entering the main house, Zhao Chuanxin pried open the floor tiles, released the digging puppet and waited there.

The excavated soil was collected by Zhao Chuanxin.

Forty minutes later, Zhao Chuanxin descended into the passage and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He probably guessed that Yuan Shuxun was a big greedy person, but he didn't expect that he was so greedy.

The silver ingots were piled up like a hill, and they were seriously oxidized after being buried for a long time. Xingyue estimated: "At least 900,000 taels of silver."

But it still can't be compared with Aixinjueluo Yikuang.

Zhao Chuan collected the salary and backfilled the soil.

As for the floor, he first used a mud trowel glove to gather sand into a tower and solidify it, and then put the floor tiles back in to restore it to its original appearance.

Zhao Chuanxin took the money and was in a good mood.

He went to Hong Kong Island and transferred the prepared mooncakes in batches to the underground fortress of Qut Shalan.

He didn't save the power of faith and directly teleported to Bagong's house in Hankou.

He first piled enough mooncakes in the attic of Bagong's house before going downstairs.

Liu Huaqiang had long been anxious. Every day he was surrounded by reporters from major newspapers, urging him to find Zhao Chuanxin and come back.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin showed up, Liu Huaqiang said excitedly: "Principal, you are finally back. The major newspapers are quarreling, and the literati have their own opinions."

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off his heavy T-shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles of his straight-leg original-color work pants: "I don't see that the clothes are clean and tidy. Why don't you quickly summon someone to hold a press conference?"

It was a morning trip to Beihai and the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. Zhao Chuanxin really didn’t have much time to waste.

Liu Huaqiang attaches great importance to newspapers, reporters, and opportunities to show his face.

The position of President of the Student Union of Juanwang Technical College is equivalent to Zhao Chuanxin's appearance in Hankou. After having been there for a long time, Liu Huaqiang inevitably likes the feeling of being in the spotlight.

He suggested: "Principal, should you wear something more dignified? A suit, shirt, or gown?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said calmly: "You're giving me face, aren't you?"

Liu Huaqiang lowered his head and left in disgrace.

The student union venue serves as the venue for press conferences.

Reporters sat in rickshaws and gathered from all directions in Hankou toward the Russian Concession.

After all the reporters had arrived, Zhao Chuanxin finally showed up.

Reporters from all over the world know that Zhao Chuanxin does not like taking photos.

But every time Zhao Chuanxin appears, he wears something different.

He never wears silk or satin, but his outfits are always unique.

Putting it on others is a sensation, but putting it on Zhao Chuanxin always makes people scratch their heads and want to record it on film for the world to comment on.

It's a pity that Zhao Chuanxin doesn't allow it.

If anyone dares to take pictures without authorization, it will be a trivial matter if the camera is stuck, and it is not impossible for Eton to beat him severely.

"Mr. Zhao, the country is in critical danger and the people's lives are difficult, but you spend a huge sum of money to buy 100,000 mooncakes. Is it inappropriate?"

Zhao Chuanxin waved and waited for the students to bring the ashtray. He dusted off the ashes and then said: "The country is in danger and the people are in dire straits. Is it me who caused it?"

The reporter was at a loss for words: "This... has nothing to do with Mr. Zhao."

"Then what should I buy? Do you agree with me?"

Another reporter asked: "However, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a nation. Mr. Zhao is a very rich man. Is it inappropriate to spend wantonly without thinking about benefiting the people?"

"Are you stupid for reading Cheng and Zhudu? If I am rich, I should benefit the people?"

The reporter frowned and said unconvinced: "Is that all people's wealth and wealth?"

"Where is the people's fat and people's anointing?"

"This, of course, comes from the people of the Central Plains..."

"Go away, you idiot." Zhao Chuanxin puffed out smoke from his nostrils: "Most of my money is earned on Wall Street, and the rest is basically earned from the great powers. Have you got anything to do with the people of the Central Plains who are numb to you? What's wrong? I Take the people's wealth and anointing from the powerful people and let me benefit them? "

The reporter was speechless.

Anyone with clear eyes and ears knows that Zhao Chuanxian made a fortune on Wall Street.

When others have a stock market crash, he makes money. They lost everything and he made money. Foreigners hate him to the core, but he still makes money.

It seems that it really has little to do with the people of the Central Plains...

Another person was dissatisfied: "But the money earned from abroad can also benefit our people."

"Why?"

"This..." the reporter scratched his head: "Because you are Zhao Chuanxin, you are the richest man. Yes, even Sheng Xuanhuai said you are the richest man in the Qing Dynasty."

"He has a lot of money, why don't you let him benefit the people? See if he can beat you with his big ears!"

reporter:"……"

Liu Huaqiang became anxious, blushing and thick-necked. He couldn't help but go on stage. Zhao Chuanxin whispered in his ear: "Principal, think twice before you speak. Reputation is important."

Zhao Chuanxin heard this funny.

He pushed Liu Huaqiang away, stood in front of the loudspeaker and said, "You are really stupid. Let me ask you, what would have happened if I had not bought these 90,000 mooncakes?"

"Of course I save it and use the good steel on the blade."

"Yes, it's good to save it."

"If it were me, I'd hide it in the cellar..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You are still hiding in the cellar, why the hell don't you donate it to the poor people?"

"I, I am not as rich as Mr. Zhao."

"Oh? How much money does your family have?"

"I, I have eighty taels."

"Let's do this. I'll donate eighty taels, and you'll donate eighty taels. We'll donate it to the poor. What do you think?"

"This? This is inappropriate. For Mr. Zhao, eighty taels is a drop in the bucket, but for me, it is all my belongings."

"Oh, then why don't you earn tens of millions of taels and then donate these eighty taels?"

"I, I don't have that ability!"

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "How the hell can you not have that ability? Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Making money is your responsibility. Is it okay if you fail to fulfill your responsibility?"

reporter:"……"

Whispers below.

But the students of King Juan Technical College’s eyes lit up when they heard this.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at another reporter: "You said save it. If the money doesn't flow, how will the people who make mooncakes make a living? How can they support their families if they can't earn money? They can't support their families. If they don't spend money, how can the court make a living? How can the country be strong without taxes? Damn you idiot, you think you are smart, but you are really stupid. Buying moon cakes not only benefits the people indirectly, but also creates countless jobs, and also makes a great contribution to the country. Look at you, what have you done? How can you make the country rich if you just hide it?”

"Ah this..."

The reporters scratched their heads one by one and wanted to refute, but they could not think of any reason to refute.

But a reporter said: "Mr. Zhao, according to what you said, we have spent all our money. If something happens to our family and we have no money to use, what will happen?"

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "Aren't you all virtuous people? Since you know that you are doing it for the benefit of the people and the country, why can't you sacrifice your family to save everyone? Besides, you didn't spend it on me. "

The reporter was confused and his head was buzzing: "I, I, I also want to live..."

"You need a normal fucking life, don't I? You can plan your money as you wish and use it all for your own family. Is my money worthy of being used to benefit the people? Should it be distributed according to what you think? Where does it come from? The truth?”

The students at Juanwang Technical College were very excited.

Difficulties are difficult, and the Tao is the most mysterious. Don't take the golden elixir for granted, and don't talk about empty words without passing on the secrets to others.

What the principal said today was a revelation.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed loudly: "I sue you, Male Gobi people, you are calling this moral kidnapping. Are you still so damn complacent? I, Zhao Chuanxin, have tens of millions of dollars, and if I am willing to take a hundred dollars to benefit the people, that is a merit; your family has hundreds of dollars." Money, but you don't give up any money to benefit the people, you are called immoral. Tell those moral gentlemen what Zhao said today, it is better to stop talking about sanctification and do more human affairs. Whoever wants to interfere with me. Pay the money and I’ll fucking pull out your tongue.”

The reporters lowered their eyebrows and frowned, all impressed.

Zhao Chuanxin spat and walked away.

Liu Huaqiang stood blankly on the spot, seeming to have some realization.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin went out, he teleported back to the attic of Bagong's house because the phone rang.

He answered the phone, and Li Zining's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, the bribe money from the gambler Qiu Jialiang has been sent to Yuan Shuxun's house. How much is unknown. It just looks like it is not as much as expected. "There are only three or two carriages."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Okay, hang up first."

Li Zining listened to the silence from the microphone, stayed there for three seconds, and jumped up: "Quick, quick, let's go and watch the excitement."

Li Ziyu was dissatisfied: "Now you are considered a lady of the world, why don't you behave well?"

"No more chatting, it's too late if we don't leave."

…

Qiu Jialiang kept a low profile and sent the bribes to his house disguised as furniture, cabinets, etc.

Yuan Shuxun asked people to carry the furniture to the back house. After everyone left, he opened the boxes and cabinets, only to find a box of white money.

But the rest are gold, pearls and gems, pound bank notes, rare calligraphy and paintings, etc.

Those pieces of furniture are equally valuable.

If it were all silver, it would probably take more than 200 carriages to pull it all.

This was definitely the largest bribe he had ever received in his official career, worth two million taels.

Even though Yuan Shuxun had been in officialdom for a long time, it was inevitable that his hands and feet would tremble.

Just as he was beaming with joy, he heard someone say: "Well, you two-sleeved Qingfeng Yuan Shuxun, let me catch you, I want to condemn you..."