The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, I am Ken Nakamura, have you forgotten? Tiger, sheep."

"Damn, you're still talking confusingly. Who is so irresponsible about the discharge procedures for you?"

Zhao Chuanxin is wearing a long black satin down jacket. The left half of the down jacket is embroidered with flowers, trees and deer patterns above the waist, and the right half is embroidered with small flower auspicious patterns above the waist. The embroidery above the waist has the visual effect of stretching the leg length - one meter. He is 86 meters tall and has legs of 1.8 meters.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a "Picture of a Merchant" from the Southern Song Dynasty embroidered on the back of the down jacket.

Not to mention now, even future generations will find it difficult to copy.

God knows how many pairs of eyes and delicate hands it would take to embroider such a painting with dense and complex lines.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards Fuxiang Tavern with his down jacket on.

Ken Nakamura followed closely behind.

"Sir, please wait for me, I can't keep up..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered that there was a Japanese child character in the script.

He suddenly turned his head and smiled warmly: "It turns out to be Ken Nakamura. Look at your frizzy kid. He's about to cough after being exposed to the wind."

"..." There are idiots all over the Peacekeeping Bureau, but Ken Nakamura is the only one who can't see through Mr. Zhao Chuanxin's mind: "Sir, you..."

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a salted egg. Look, the child is as thin as a chicken."

"..."

Arriving at Fuxiang Tavern, Zhao Chuanxin and Nakamura Ken sat down.

The bartender's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

The aunts in Sakhalin are very silent. On the contrary, these young and powerful people with nothing to do are the main force of simple grassroots journalists in villages and towns.

Their eyes usually fly wildly, they lower their heads and whisper, and their facial features also fly wildly.

In the conversation, some people were ruined, and some were nailed to the pillar of shame.

Of course, there was no shortage of people discussing escape plans when Zhao Chuanxin left.

This is a guilty conscience.

"Are your fucking eyes screwed up? Turn around?" Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the bar: "Five salted eggs and a glass of tequila."

The bartender smiled and fawned, and diligently prepared the things and brought them to him.

Zhao Chuanxin ate a salted egg, pushed the other four in front of Ken Nakamura, and drank the tequila in one gulp.

Ken Nakamura always has the advantage.

He finished the salted eggs in a hurry, and with a piece of egg yolk on his oily cheeks, he asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Master Zhao, I don't deserve any reward for my merits, what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin first pointed at his cheek.

Nakamura Ken looked at the mirror on the bar cabinet, pressed the egg yolk on his cheek, and put it into his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed and said to the bartender, "Have another drink. I'll suppress my churning stomach first."

After drinking, Zhao Chuanxin said to Nakamura Ken: "I'm going to shoot a movie, and there is a role suitable for you to play."

Ken Nakamura scratched his head: "What is the movie?"

"If you give a salary, the salary is money." Zhao Chuanxin did not explain.

"Oh, I did it. How much money can I get? You have to pay more if you commit murder and arson."

Zhao Chuanxin has a clear salary schedule, and the role of Ken Nakamura is paid 3 rubles.

"You don't have many shots. I can give you 1 ruble. Now I'll increase the money to 3 rubles, which only takes three to five days."

"Huh? Murder and arson only cost 3 rubles? You have to pay more."

"The crew takes care of the food, including salted eggs."

"Done."

After landing a role, Zhao Chuanxin began to look for other candidates in the tavern.

In Sakhalin, the lowest class of exiles could only earn 10 kopecks a day.

But some craftsmen can earn 30 rubles a month.

The income gap is as high as ten times.

Zhao Chuanxin had to make the salary look attractive, but he didn't want to bleed a lot of money.

…

Benjamin Goldberg and others are queuing up to buy firesticks.

There was a man and a pretty-looking woman who were also queuing up.

A man cares deeply about his woman and always greets her.

The man saw a dog with black and white hair in the queue and wanted to go around it.

But the dog barked at him.

The man wondered: "What is it talking about?"

Because when he saw the dog barking, the dog's face seemed to have an expression.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "It's telling you - please wait in line behind the dog, thank you."

The man was confused: "What does a warm man mean?"

"When he sees a beautiful woman, he transforms into a stove and sticks it to her to keep others warm."

The man turned red and stopped cutting in line.

The Fourth Primary School, Jiang Mingxin and Li Anyang are in the AA system, and everyone gets their own money.

But there are always exceptions, such as the warm man Zhao Hongzhi inviting Jiang Mingxin.

Defu hated the fact that iron cannot be made into steel: "Zhao Hongzhi, you should be ranked behind the rice cooker."

Yao Bing, who also had a lot of money in his pocket, heard this and silently stuffed the money back into his pocket - luckily he didn't act like a clown.

As for senior brother?

If his senior fellow apprentices don't treat guests, why treat him?

It's the meal's turn, and no one pays for it.

Ganfan: "Humans and dogs are equal. You are right not to engage in racial discrimination."

After saying that, it turned its head, bit into the side pocket of its clothes, and took out two dimes of banknotes.

The man selling the fire-sticking spoon was surprised when he saw it. He took the money and gave the fire-sticking spoon: "Next one."

Ganfan shouted fiercely: "Woof woof woof..."

Translated by Benjamin Goldberg: "It said - you're trying to trick a fucking dog, you're a real dog, get some money. Don't look at me, I'm just paraphrasing what it said."

The fourth child and Jiang Mingxin laughed together, while Li Anyang had no expression on his face.

The stall owner became angry: "You vicious dog, see if I don't kick you to death..."

He stretched his legs as he spoke.

Ganfan retreated first, then advanced. The dog's paws ran up the hem of the stall owner's robe, and it easily reached the height of a person. He stretched out his paws and "snapped" the stall owner with a big mouth.

People around were stunned.

This dog doesn't bite, it slaps its mouth.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Translated by Benjamin Goldberg: "It says - Sailian, right? Article 257 of the Lugang Town Criminal Law clearly stipulates that anyone who illegally transfers, hides or deliberately evades the remuneration due to workers through illegal means If you still do nothing despite serious warnings, you will be punished with a fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention, a fine, and a record of the crime. Private property is sacred and inviolable..."

The people around them exploded with a bang.

"I'll blanch it!"

"Zun Du Fake Du?"

"My dear, dogs know the law better than people..."

The stall owner was frightened, but he still pointed at the rice and said, "Then what if you hit someone?"

It’s as if I already believe the fact that this dog can talk.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Translated by Benjamin Goldberg: "It said - it can go to the hospital with you to evaluate the injury. This is not even a minor injury. The maximum fine is one yuan, and there is no need to detain you."

Stall owner: "..."

The final result was that the stall owner was completely defeated.

Benjamin Goldberg hired a carriage and headed outside Lugang Town.

He inspected the surrounding areas of Lugang Town.

There were a group of children and a dog in the car, so it wasn’t too crowded. People of this age love to join in the fun.

After chattering past the train station, Benjamin Goldberg pointed to an unfrozen puddle beside the train track: "Why doesn't this puddle freeze?"

The attentive Defu said: "This is a warm spring. It is extremely cool in summer but does not freeze in winter."

"Let's go down and have a look."

The carriage was called to a halt, and a group of children and dogs jumped out.

Coming to the steaming water bubbles, Benjamin Goldberg was amazed.

Not only are the blisters not freezing, the trees on both sides are still covered in rime.

Suddenly, Jiang Mingxin screamed: "Ah... there is a dead person."

When everyone took a look, there was a person dressed as a conductor floating in the bubble.

He was face down and motionless, ruling out the possibility of winter swimming first...

So, the troops divided into two groups.

One group is here to guard, and the other group goes back in a carriage to call for help.

Among the people who came, in addition to the Lugang Town police, there was also a beautiful woman and handsome man.

The beautiful woman is wearing a gray parka down jacket. The inner liner and collar are all made of raccoon fur. It has excellent windproof and thermal insulation effect, but there is no trace of it on the outside, and it does not look bloated at all.

Handsome man wearing matching down jacket.

The woman's name is Naoko Yuxiang, the leader of the Lugang Town intelligence team.

The man's name was Sun Yanguang. After completing his mission in Japan, he returned to the insurance team for a while and asked Naoko Yuka to be recruited into the intelligence team.

"Team Leader Shu, are you one of ours?"

Naoko Yuxiang’s Chinese name is Shu Yao.

"Um."

"Waiting for the forensic report?"

"You go and ask Brigadier Zhao's sons first."

"yes."

When Sun Yanguang walked over, the group of children were discussing something.

Defu said mysteriously: "Did you know? The floating corpses of drowned men face down and women face up."

He was waiting for everyone to ask why.

But Jiang Mingxin bit her finger and said, "Then if the floating corpses of men and women were tied together, wouldn't they keep spinning in the water?"

Defu was stunned.

Yao Bing was just about to flatter him, but Zhao Hongzhi beat him to it: "Ming Xin, you are so smart. Tie them together, wrap copper wire around them to install magnetic cores, and spin them to generate electricity."

Benjamin Goldberg was originally squatting, but when he heard this, he stood up suddenly: "Oh, is it possible that the perpetual motion machine that my master talked about has been realized here?"

Sun Yanguang's foot slipped and he almost fell into the water of Nuanquanzi.

Off the mark.

He forced a smile on his face and stepped forward to face the second-generation group: "Hello..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Hongzhi's eyes lit up, he patted his chest and said, "Are you here to take notes for us? I know this. Come and take notes for me, I can do it."

Jiang Mingxin rolled his eyes: "Making a staff!"

Sun Yanguang wiped his sweat: "If you don't take notes, I'm not from the police station. I belong to another department."

Zhao Hongzhi was greatly disappointed.

Sun Yanguang asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

Others didn't say anything. Li Anyang lifted up his clothes and patted his waist: "He is lucky if the murderer is not at the scene of the crime."

There was actually a gun holster hanging on her waist, with a horse brand musket stuffed inside.

Zhao Hongzhi, Defu and Yao Bing's eyes almost fell to the ground with envy.

Sun Yanguang wiped his sweat again: "Um, Miss Li is young, wouldn't it be a good idea to carry a gun?"

This is the daughter of Li Genjing (Korea), one of the elders of Lugang Town.

Although Li Anyang is young, his tone is particularly cold: "My father has registered me. I have also passed the psychological test, I have a certificate, and I can legally hold a gun."

Sun Yanguang smiled bitterly: "Even if you have a gun, you can't be brave when you meet the murderer. You must know..."

Li Anyang interrupted him: "The rifle shot 8 out of 10 times with a prone position, 7 out of 10 shots without support from the prone position, and the pistol shot 8 out of 10 with obstacles. If the murderer is not a leader in the army, why doesn't he die?"

Sun Yanguang was stunned.

He is at the top of the insurance team and is on par with Wang Long among the new generation. This result is nothing more than a drop in the bucket for him.

But for an underage girl, it would be shocking and too powerful.

Yao Bing looked at Li Anyang with stunning eyes.

Looking at it this way, Sister Mingxin is only superficial, but this Sister Anyang is still more powerful.

Even though she was not beautiful, her skin was a bit dark.

Yao Bing imagined the two of them shooting side by side and killing the Russians without leaving a single piece of armor. He was so excited.

Sun Yanguang coughed and asked: "Have you seen any suspicious people nearby? Especially those who are short and ugly? Or are there any who speak Japanese?"

Several people shook their heads.

Sun Yanguang asked a few more targeted questions, but in the end, he got nothing.

He said softly: "You are young, it doesn't matter if you are afraid of this..."

Zhao Hongzhi interrupted him again: "Brother Sun, I know you, Sun Yanguang, the triathlete. To be honest, I feel very heavy after experiencing this. If you want to enlighten me, there is only one way - get me a large ring hammer and trigger with a mirror box, and give me a few matching bullets, maybe my heart will be comforted."

Jiang Mingxin was drinking water, and the water spurted out with a "puff".

Sun Yanguang clenched his fist and felt numb.

These bears are really... rude.

…

People from all walks of life have gathered in Lugang Town. A year in the Western calendar has basically passed, and the meeting officially begins.

Liu Baogui, who is in the main seat, knocks on the microphone, and the "dong dong" sound makes everyone's heart beat.

Liu Baogui has practiced in the mirror for many days, and today he finally showed a perfect six-tooth smile.

You must know that his six teeth have been polished with horsetail, and they are no longer yellow.

He doesn't care about a few handfuls of enamel.

"Welcome all guests from Hong Kong Island, Macau Island, Hankou, Lubin Prefecture, Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau and the Backwater Army."

"This annual meeting is the most grand in history. The annual meeting will focus on the economy, military affairs, world situation, and win-win cooperation in the next year."

Suddenly, the curtains of the conference room were drawn.

The curtain behind Liu Baogui was lowered.

A slide projected on the screen, this is a chart.

Liu Baogui said: "As you can see, the highest fiscal revenue this year is Lubin Prefecture, 8.47 million taels of silver. The second is Aodao Xuantian Sect, 5.69 million taels of silver."

The crowd was in an uproar.

First of all, the fiscal revenue of Lubin Prefecture is so outrageous?

The fiscal revenue of Longjiang Prefecture of the Qing Dynasty was only about 2 million taels of silver.

The second is Aodao Xuantian Sect, whose fiscal revenue has quietly reached more than 5 million taels, far surpassing the Xuantian Sect headquarters.

The overall ranking from high to low is: Lubin Prefecture, Aodao Xuantian Sect Branch, Lugang Town, Hong Kong Island Xuantian Sect, Hankou Juanwang Technical College, Beishui Army, Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau.

Liu Huaqiang's adrenaline surged, and he excitedly said to Li Tonglong beside him: "Look, our college, it's our college."

"President, don't get excited, I've graduated, and I'm currently working in Lubin Prefecture!"

Liu Huaqiang: "You're a traitor..."

Neng Chengwen bowed his head in guilt.

The Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau only had a pitiful fiscal revenue of 987 taels of silver.

It might look better if it added a "ten thousand" character, but unfortunately there was none.

The representative of the Backwater Army, Jin Wuzhi, was also very guilty.

The main reason was that the Backwater Army was just starting after the reorganization, and the Guanwai Chamber of Commerce encountered a flood just after crossing the river.

But after seeing the chart, Boyarkov finally showed a shocked expression.

Although the Far East Butcher was fierce, Boyarkov had no hope for the Peacekeeping Bureau before.

It can be seen that after seeing the finances of various places under Zhao Chuanxin, he finally took it seriously.

Weren't these places originally a makeshift team?

How could a makeshift team have a fiscal revenue of 8.47 million taels of silver a year?

When Liu Baogui changed another slide of the financial chart of various places in the Qing Dynasty, Boyarkov was even more shocked.

The financial revenue of Lubin Prefecture ranked ninth in the country.

The first place in the Qing Dynasty's financial revenue was Jiangsu (including Shanghai), with 47.52 million taels of silver, accounting for 18.85% of the national financial revenue.

The second place was Guangdong, with 24.39 million taels of silver, accounting for 9.36%.

The third place was Hebei (including Tianjin and Beijing), with 22.37 million taels of silver, accounting for 9.19%.

The eighth place was Shandong, with 12.07 million taels of silver, accounting for 4.81%.

The ninth place was Jiangxi, which was much inferior, with 7.61 million taels of silver, accounting for 2.15%.

The financial revenue of Lubin Prefecture was even higher than that of Jiangxi.

In addition to being shocked by the numbers, Li Tonglong was also shocked by the way the charts showed the financial revenue and the comparison method: "No wonder we have to come to Lugang Town for a meeting!"

This feeling is similar to shopping with paper money over there, but all the payment is done by scanning codes here...

...

Zhao Chuanxin did not plan to attend the meeting.

Liu Baogui has been preparing for nearly a month, how could he steal his limelight?

He is filming a movie.

The main actors, supporting actors and extras are all in place.

Sakhalin is very idle in winter, and there is no salary for idleness. Zhao Chuanxin easily attracted a large number of people by offering a slightly higher salary than the normal salary.

"Peter, I asked you to feel like you lost your parents, why are you always laughing?"

Zhao Chuanxin cursed on the set.

Peter Grebin scratched his messy hair: "Sir, my parents are dead, aren't I very happy? When I was a child, my father always beat me. My mother was an alcoholic and spent all the money, and I couldn't even eat."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "Then think about it, who is the most important person to you?"

Peter Grebin thought for a while: "Maria is very important to me. She warms my bed every day."

The actors around laughed.

"Fuck you..." Zhao Chuanxin kicked him into the snow with an angry foot: "In this case, you must act, but the salary is gone, and you are not allowed to drink."

Peter Grebin immediately showed a look of grief.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned on the camera to film this expression.

After that, he kept threatening Peter Grebin with pay and alcohol to make him build up his emotions, and finally finished filming this scene.

Next came a horse riding scene.

Zhao Chuanxin directed: "Levitan, you look at this camera, and you must capture the scene of the horse's hooves kicking up snow."

"Sato Masayoshi, you shoot another angle."

"Shirasaka Kimei, hurry up and touch up Peter's makeup."

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the sunny weather today to finish filming this scene.

When everything was ready, Zhao Chuanxin told Peter Grebin: "Get on the horse, turn the horse's head, and rush towards me."

Peter Grebin hesitated: "But that's very dangerous, especially for adults."

Why are cavalry so scary?

Who wouldn't be afraid of people riding tall horses?

"Just do what I tell you to do. If you keep nagging, you won't get paid."

After saying this, he found that Peter Grebin was frustrated again.

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly said, "If you do well, I'll give you a bottle of good wine later."

Peter Grebin was indeed in high spirits.

In fact, what Zhao Chuanxin wanted was not high spirits, but a relieved expression and a happy expression after escaping.

When it comes to framing, costumes, shooting angles, etc., Zhao Chuanxin can easily solve them.

But when it comes to directing and controlling the actors' performances, Zhao Chuanxin is completely crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Peter Grebin jumped on the horse, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Amid the exclamations from the people around him, Zhao, who was good, kicked his feet with the heavy camera on his shoulder and flew backwards...