The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Mizusawa Hideo panicked, his scalp was numb and his hands and feet were sore.

His courage was based on his hatred of the emperor and feudalism.

He knows nothing and understands nothing.

He just wanted to kill Meiji, thinking that this would make the people feel better and avenge himself.

He is society-

ism-

who.

But he actually knew little about it.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't appeared, this guy would have been killed by the Japanese authorities, and his entire class would have been destroyed along with it.

Historically known as: Great Rebellion.

It was pure luck that Zhao Chuanxin found him.

He jumped up and down in the sky over Tokyo, searching the stars and the moon. Based on Mizusawa Hideo's description of the facial features, Zhao Chuanxin hand-painted a portrait of Miyashita Taiyoshi.

In addition, Xingyue can detect the chemical signals emitted by people when they are nervous and panicked.

After searching and searching, I finally found this product.

"You, you, who are you?" Miyashita Taiyoshi took out a knife and stepped back nervously.

Zhao Chuanxin strode to the front of Miyashita Taiji in two steps, and slapped him casually, making it impossible for Miyashita Taiji to avoid, and directly slapped the dagger in his hand away.

Taiyoshi Miyashita was using his bare hands, but the opponent was tall and powerful, and he was finally dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Gongxia Taiji's head: "Go up to the other side."

In fact, before coming, he wondered if this was a trap set by Hideo Mizusawa and Kunyang Matsudaira to lure him into taking the bait and take away the stolen goods.

But there are stars and moon, there are reaction shoulder straps, there are old sacred altars, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't matter.

The worst case scenario is to leave.

Not so.

Miyashita Taiyoshi is really stupid and reckless.

Take a few broken cans and what you can make are not called fireworks, they are called fireworks.

If fireworks were so easy to set off, the world would be more colorful.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed Miyashita Taiji away, picked up a few cans and looked at them. He carried Miyashita Taiji behind his back and used the Old God Crucible to refine it, making it into a tube shape, and quickly cooled and annealed it.

Then he poured all the black powder into the cylindrical metal body, heated the edge with a piece of iron to seal it, dug out the holes with an elf carving knife, and inserted the lead wire.

The whole process was extremely fast. When Zhao Chuanxin turned around, the original can box had turned into a detonator.

"Come on, let's change places."

Miyashita Taiji was confused: "Go, where are you going..."

"It's not interesting here. Let's set off fireworks in a downtown area. There are many people and it's lively."

"Huh? I don't want to hurt innocent people, I just want to blow up the emperor."

"The Emperor is not here. Let's give him a small lesson first to let him know how powerful we are."

"Ah? Who are you? Are you the helper that Tadao Nimura hired? Do we know each other?"

"What's new again is familiar again. Everyone is keen on the fireworks show, and they will become familiar with it after a while. Come on, don't talk nonsense."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pushed Gongxia Taiji.

Miyashita Taiji couldn't help but was carried forward.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a fool, he is very particular about efficiency.

He perfectly avoided the patrolling police and wandered in the alleys and streets.

"There is gaslight here, we shouldn't be exposed to it."

"What are you afraid of? There is no surveillance."

"What is surveillance?"

"Come on, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Chuanxin found a grocery store, squatted down, activated the light blade, dug a round hole in the wall, and placed the detonator inside.

Miyashita Taiji looked around, he didn't want to blow up this place.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the wall and said, "Quick, go write a line of words."

"What to write about?" Miyashita Taiyoshi's day was so exciting and exciting that his brain was a little exhausted.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Write - the gangsters came here to buy a batch of goods on credit."

"But what does this mean?"

"Do you think I look like "One Hundred Thousand Whys"?"

"I, I don't have a pen."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stick of charcoal.

A qualified gourmet and a loyal barbecue enthusiast should always carry charcoal with him.

He handed the charcoal to Miyashita Taiyoshi: "Use this."

Miyashita Taikichi reluctantly wrote a line.

However, at the end, he made a bold statement and wrote: The Emperor must die!

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and didn't care. He just said, "Back off."

Then he clicked on the lead.

boom……

It's not very powerful, but it can blow a hole in a red brick wall.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Miyashita Taiji and ran inside: "Quick, let's grab something and leave."

"I-I'm not here to rob the grocery store, I'm here to blow up the Emperor."

"It's all the same, it's all the same. Take it quickly and take it as much as you can."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin took him to grab some random things, and when he was walking out, Zhao Chuanxin deliberately scattered jars and jars all over the floor, all the way to the outside of the wall.

The movement here attracted residents of Chiyoda Ward to come out and check it out.

They always arrive at the crime scene before the police do.

They saw two sneaky figures, one tall and one short, running wildly on the street.

When they walked over and took a look, they found the word "charcoal" on the wall of the grocery store.

"Huh? I seem to have discovered a huge business opportunity."

"Shh, don't talk."

"Um...Okay, would you like to make a fortune with me?"

"Don't talk, be careful. Walls have ears."

With Zhao Chuanxin leading Gongxia Taiji to escape, it was easy to escape the pursuit.

Arriving near the station, Miyashita Taiyoshi was panting, his face turned pale, and he was looking around furtively.

"Don't worry, no one will catch up." Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

Miyashita Taiji wanted to see what Zhao Chuanxin looked like, but Zhao Chuanxin's face was hidden in the darkness.

"Crack!"

Zhao Chuanxin gave Miyashita Taiji a mouthful.

"You, why did you hit me?"

"Hitting you is just for fun, why do I need a reason?"

"..."

Miyashita Taiyoshi guessed that the other party beat him because he wanted to spy.

Miyashita Taiyoshi suddenly slapped his thigh: "I forgot to engrave the word 'gangster' on the bomb. This is the best way to blame the 'gangster'. I have read this in the newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped Miyashita Taiji again: "Are you fucking stupid? Didn't you already write on the wall?"

"Oh, oh, I remembered."

This guy looks like he's not very bright.

He asked: "What should I do next? Oh, I made a mistake, you are not from "One Hundred Thousand Whys", I remembered it."

Everyone will answer.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You want to kill the emperor?"

Miyashita Taiji nodded with a peck of rice: "Yes, he made the Japanese people miserable. He sacrificed the people's happy life for his own ambition. It is really hateful. I hate him. Not only do I want to blow him up, I also spit on his grave."

"You can't do this. Let me give you an idea."

"What's the idea?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head, and placed the sole of his left foot against the wall. Smoke floated from both sides of the brim of his hat, shrouding him in ominousness and mystery.

He said: "Have you ever heard of the Anti-Zhao Society? You can join the Anti-Zhao Society and use them to obtain information. Feudalism in Japan is not only Meiji, but also Katsura Taro, Yamaken and Friends, Hasegawa Yoshidao, etc. They are the main culprits who have caused the Japanese people to lose their happiness. You can also secretly develop comrades in the anti-Zhao society and then blow up these people."

"But Zhao Chuanxin is also my Japanese enemy?"

"Crack!"

Miyashita Taiji got another big slap in the face.

Miyashita Taiji covered his face in grievance: "I..."

I was right.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Zhao Chuanxin was also a pioneer in the fight against feudalism. He killed Meiji's minions and did not harm ordinary people."

Miyashita Taiji sat down on the ground.

He said dejectedly: "After I came to Tokyo, I realized that everything was just my imagination. Not to mention killing the emperor, I can't get lost, which is pretty good. How can I find the Anti-Zhao Society?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a wad of banknotes: "There is some small money here, please take it. You stay in Tokyo for a few days and set up the Tokyo branch of the Anti-Zhao Society. Anyone who comes out to cause trouble at night will be recruited into the Anti-Zhao Society branch. When the team grows, it will naturally attract the anti-Zhao community to come to you."

"But besides that 'gangster', who else would cause trouble at night?"

"You'll know tomorrow night. There will definitely be someone. You have to believe in people's hearts." Zhao Chuanxin said mysteriously. "I'm leaving first."

Miyashita Taiji said in his heart: Is there still someone who wants to blow up the emperor? That would be great.

"Wait, how do I contact you?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a bronze eye: "Wear it outside your clothes. If you have anything to do, lift it up - praise my true name and protect your true spirit."

Miyashita Taiyoshi immediately felt a mysterious sense of ritual.

"What kind of spell is this? What is your real name?"

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: "My real name is gangster."

"Nani?"

Zhao Chuanxin bent down slightly, kicked off the ground, jumped up, turned 180 degrees in the air, and then squatted on the wall.

His deep voice floated in the Tokyo night sky: "Although times are cruel, please remember that you will overcome it."

After saying that, his windbreaker fluttered, and amidst the sound of "hula", Miyashita Taiji lost the figure of the mysterious "gangster".

What a mystery!

Once a person is alone, all kinds of thoughts come to him.

Miyashita Taiji is afraid, but also desperately misses the excitement of doing evil.

As the saying goes - whoever comes, must leave traces.

"After tonight, my palace, I can be considered a hero who has left traces in Tokyo."

At this time, a Shiba Inu slowly came to the wall, crossed its legs and splashed.

Miyashita Taiyoshi's pride evaporated: "Are you going to fucking fight with me about leaving traces?"

The Shiba Inu bared its teeth: "Zhr..."

Miyashita Taiji's hand was wrapped around his back, but he couldn't find the dagger, and it fell at the door of the court.

"Okay, if you don't mind, I'll go, I'll go."

Although that person is mysterious and powerful enough to lead him by the nose.

But Miyashita Taiyoshi decided to take a look first before talking.

His attitude is not trust, but a helpless move without a better choice.

His goal is simple: to blow up the fucking Emperor Meiji, blow up the poverty of Japan's cannon fodder, cows and horses, and blow up a future for the people, and blow up a name that will go down in history.

When a god-like person says that Shiba Inu poop smells good, a lot of people will definitely come over to smell it, but whether to put it in their mouths is another matter.

This is what Miyashita Taiyoshi told himself.

Tokyo's factories spread like poisonous mushrooms, steel, cement, and merchant ships with sails like forests. These things transformed the east bank of the Sumida River beyond recognition.

Wearing thin clothes, Miyashita Taiyoshi walked through alleys, teahouses and brothels, trying to find the lazy and leisurely atmosphere of the Edo period in the woodblock prints. However, the hills, valleys, and ponds that once existed have long since been leveled.

When a person hates someone, he will blame all the bad things on that person.

"Damn Meiji, the transformation of this city must have cost a high price. It's all about the people's support."

At night.

Miyashita Taiyoshi found a dark corner where he could find some peace and quiet. He was like a Shiba Inu looking at the inexplicably bustling crowd.

He imitated "gangster" and remained unmoved when police patrols passed by.

Sure enough, it was like he had an invisibility halo on.

In fact, he was spotted.

But seeing his country bumpkin outfit and demeanor, everyone was just wary that he would pee in the mailbox.

"I'll beat you to death if you pee on the mailbox, you're like a Shiba Inu!"

He asked suspiciously: "Asshole, why should I pee in the mailbox?"

He had also been to Tokyo back then, but Ginza was completely unrecognizable now.

In the past, slums were called wrap shops, and that area was called backstreets.

He believes that the new open drainage system embedded in the middle of the floor tiles is simply a waste of time.

Whenever it rains, the slabs covering the sewers will be blown open, and smelly sewage will gush out of the ground.

"It's all damn Meiji's fault."

This was what Taichi Miyashita muttered the most tonight.

Then late at night.

People disappear from the streets.

Miyashita Taiyoshi was drowsy, leaning against the wall and moving his head little by little.

Suddenly, he raised his head because several sneaky figures appeared on the street.

Carrying their bags, they came to a store, put down their backpacks, and wrote on the wall with charcoal: I am a gangster.

Miyashita Taiji was ecstatic.

In that backpack, there must be a can bomb.

As expected, the "gangster" caught him by surprise.

These are all kindred spirits.

Those people were murmuring excitedly: "I'm making a lot of money, I'm making a lot of money. With so many bags, I can hold a lot of things. I'll pick up the expensive ones later."

"It's none of our business to frame it for the gangsters anyway."

While they were discussing, they suddenly heard a thunderous sound from the side: "Let go of those two kickers and let me do it."

The effect of this roar is almost equal to two kicks.

Several people jumped up on the spot.

Miyashita Taiji hurriedly walked over and rummaged through the bag on the floor to see what the bomb they made looked like.

But when I looked through it, I found that it was full of lock-picking tools or empty packages. How could there be any bombs?

Miyashita Taiji was confused: "What are you going to do?"

Several people turned around and saw Miyashita Taiji. They were not so scared for a moment.

One of them had a ferocious face: "What to do? Of course it's to pick the lock. Let's kill him and silence him."

"Pry the lock?" Miyashita Taiji was furious.

In his opinion, his behavior last night was undoubtedly of great significance.

And today, these people actually came to pick locks and steal things, and framed them for "bandits"?

"I'm so angry that I'm going to beat you to death."

"Haha, beat us to death? You are probably kidding. There are four of us and you are only one."

After a fist fight.

Miyashita Taiji, who Zhao Chuanxin had "high hopes for", stood up unsteadily from the ground, while the other four people lay on the ground like dead dogs, with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Ah...tui! Now look who is the Shiba Inu? Who peed in the mailbox?"

After saying that, Miyashita Taiji felt his abdomen was a little bloated. He saw a gray-green iron shell. Under the dim street lights, he could vaguely see the word "urinal" written on it.

After urinating, the iron door was severely decayed, and the cabinet door suddenly opened automatically, and a pile of letters fell out.

Miyashita Taiji looked at this scene and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He leaned over and looked at it carefully while enduring the noisy smell.

I saw that what was written on the iron shell was not "urinal" but "mailbox".

"Baga, why are these two words so similar? No wonder they say don't pee in the mailbox!"

At this time, he suddenly heard explosions one after another.

His bloodshot eyes lit up: "Have you finally found someone with the same ideals?"

Thinking of this, he picked up his pants and ran towards the firelight, leaving only the urine-stained letter and the sign next to it - no peeing in the mailbox.

…

The next day, the streets of Tokyo were all talking about one word: gangster.

Originally, the gangsters bombed one place a day.

Last night, gangsters appeared everywhere and many shops were stolen and robbed.

There are even "gangsters" who break into other people's homes and harm other women.

It was all done by gangsters anyway.

In the second half of the night, it even turned into smashing and looting, and the momentum was uncontrollable until dawn.

The accumulated grievances of the people at the bottom erupted, and they shouted in Tokyo, "Princes and generals should live in harmony."

"Have you heard that a woman from the Tianshan family was raped by gangsters?"

"when?"

"Last night at one o'clock in the morning."

"Coincidentally, the grocery store in Kanda Old Commercial Street was also robbed at the same time. It was also done by gangsters."

"Who says it's not the case? Over at the Nicholas Cathedral, foreigners were also robbed, and it was also done by gangsters."

"Are we talking about a gangster?"

"Aren't gangsters just gangsters?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Someone suddenly muttered: "Let me tell you, I'm miserable too. My mailbox was peed on again last night. It must have been done by gangsters."

"..."

The temporary residence of the Emperor.

Meiji looked at the pile of reports and was confused: "Is this all done by Zhao Chuanxin?"

Guitaro wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Obviously not. I even doubt now whether those previous things were related to Zhao Chuanxin."

Meiji picked up a few of the reports and said: "But these reports say that these places were stolen, robbed, or raped women. They all left the word 'bandit' on the wall, followed by the sentence - —Blow up the emperor.”

Katsura Taro thought to himself: What does that mean? It just means that there are many people in Tokyo who hate you to the core.

…

Someone was embarrassed.

That is Liang Qichao.

Some say he is a progressive, some say he is a conservative.

In fact, people are contradictory and will change. Later, a Japanese person summed it up very well - the gradualist.

After the failure of the Reform Movement of 1898, Liang Qichao fled to Japan.

He witnessed the changes in Japan and praised them highly when he came back.

He said that Japan is: "a rising star in the world and an advanced hero in the East."

Due to the establishment of the Tongmenghui, a revolutionary debate took place between 1905 and 1907, in which Liang Qichao participated.

But at least on the surface, he lost the argument.

Now he is preparing to launch another publication, named "Guofeng Bao".

When writing articles and commenting on current affairs, the topic cannot avoid Japan.

But Liang Qichao had prepared several articles, but all of them were invalidated at this time.

Just because he is in Japan now and has seen situations that he has not seen before.

"Hey..." Liang Qichao sighed.

Tang Rui, a disciple of Kang Youwei and an assistant who assisted Liang Qichao in editing Guofeng Bao, asked: "Ren Fu, why are you sighing?"

"Juedun, in your opinion, who is a gangster?"

Tang Rui didn't even think about it: "Zhao Chuanxin."

"Then the chaos in Tokyo was all caused by Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Otherwise, maybe it was Zhao Chuanxin who bombed the palace, but it was definitely not the one who stole and abducted behind."

"Then tell me, is Zhao Chuanxian a constitutionalist or a reformist?"

Tang Rui couldn't tell, so he joked: "In short, we can't call them royalists."

In fact, we cannot say this to Kang Youwei, but we can say it to Liang Qichao.

Liang Qichao smiled.

After laughing, he looked serious: "I have seen the advantages of the Meiji Restoration and Japan's constitution, but now I have also discovered its shortcomings. In any case, Japan is not monolithic."

Tang Rui suddenly asked: "Ren Fu, what do you think of Lugang Town?"

"This..." Liang Qichao thought for a while: "It is a country within a country. Although a sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs."

"The military and political affairs of Lugang Town are all adapted to the situation. I heard that they followed the Netherlands and implemented a welfare system. Even Japan cannot do this in Asia."

Liang Qichao shook his head: "You only know what is happening but don't know why. Lugang Town is expanding its army, but the number of troops in the insurance team is strictly controlled because of huge military expenditures. Zhao Zhongyi has not yet reached the age of 40, but his temples are already gray. He coordinates Lugang Looking at the overall situation of Lugang Town, we are aware of its disadvantages and have tried our best to ensure that the number of classes is not lost. Now, the number of people registered in Lugang Town is also restricted, and outsiders are not required to prove their identity. This shows that this benefit is not enjoyed by everyone at home and abroad. However, he only has the advantage of knowing people well and making good use of them. There are Zhao Zhongyi in Lugang Town, Yao Shijie and Zhang Heyan in Lubin Mansion, and Li Xingdao in the south. The rest are just ordinary people. He is Zhao Tangong. Only then can he travel wildly in the world, travel to the North Sea in the morning and reach the sky in the evening, otherwise he will be entangled in trivial matters and unable to move forward. "

"Huh? What you said makes sense."

…

Lugang Town.

Zhao Zhongyi scolded Zhao Hongzhi: "Why are you running around in a quilt?"

"Dad, our Lugang Town is a top dragon farm. Who would be embarrassed to go out if you don't show off? My name is a big cloak, you don't understand."

"What the hell? What is the top dragon farm?"

"Longchang Enlightenment! Wang Yangming! Dad, you don't even know this. It's really a waste of time to set up a study and not learn..."

Zhao Zhongyi's eyes narrowed: "What are you not going to learn?"

"Well, it's really amazing to have skills without learning. Okay, Dad, I'm going out to find DeFu and the others. By the way, Dad, Benjamin and his master are back, so I'm going out."

Wait for Zhao Hongzhi to go out.

Zhao Zhongyi has had little sleep recently, which has caused his brain to spin slowly.

Benjamin, his master?

Isn't that just a salary pass?

Why is Zhao Hongzhi, this little bastard, called the salary passer like this?

But when Zhao Hongzhi went out, he happened to see Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Zhengze strolling outside holding layers of packages.

Seeing Zhao Hongzhi, Zhao Chuanxin asked in surprise: "What's the matter with your Tokyo Archery Hall-style outfit?"

Zhao Hongzhi looked at the bed sheet he was wearing: "You don't understand, this is called a cloak."

He dragged Defu out.

Defu said in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that your uncle will snore when you talk loudly?"

Zhao Hongzhi whispered in Defu's ear at the top of his lungs: "What's wrong with Zhao Chuanxin? Is Zhao Chuanxin great? I, Zhao Hongzhi, don't take Zhao Chuanxin seriously at all."

After saying that, he turned his face and peeked behind him with the corner of his eye. He saw Zhao Chuanxin glared at him but said nothing.

"I'll blanch!" Defu was angry: "Why are you shouting so loudly in my ear? Do you want to deafen me?"

Zhao Hongzhi was very proud and said nothing.

Defu was suddenly stunned and whispered: "Wait a minute, when did you dare to call uncle by his first name?"

Zhao Hongzhi stroked his "big cloak" and put his hands on his waist like a fierce general in ancient times: "Hmph, ever since I discovered that no matter what mistakes I make, he only dares to stare at me and not dare to scold me. Think about it, only those who are younger than me Only someone of at least the same generation dares to be angry with me and dare not say anything. Moreover, he does not dare to let me kowtow during the Chinese New Year, and our surname is Zhao. It is obvious that I am definitely older than him in the clan, but my father has always been. He was just evasive. Just now I tried to test it, and sure enough, he only dared to glare at me, so let him go. I will reprimand him in the future, okay. "

Defu's face was full of shock: "..."

When Zhao Chuanxin came back this time, he first came to see his son, and secondly, Liu Guogui told him about an infuriating land theft incident that happened in Changchun Mansion.

Song Chunting, the prefect of Changchun Prefecture, reported the matter to the court, but the Qing court asked him to act as appropriate.

Opportunities come and go, but the land cannot be exchanged.

According to the original history, Shibata Kanamero successfully occupied the privately purchased land of Manchuria Railway, while Song Chunting rezoned the commercial port area.

Song Chun'ao, the General Office of the Foreign Affairs Bureau of Jilin Province, has nothing to do about this.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

Song Chun'ao went to Song Chunting: "Brother, Chaitian wants to be cured and refuses to return it."

Song Chunting's face no longer looked angry at this time.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I will understand it with justice and move it with emotion, and he will eventually figure it out."

"What?" Song Chun'ao couldn't believe it: "If friendship was useful, the Japanese and Russians would have left the customs long ago."

"Don't worry." Song Chunting remained calm: "If there had been Lugang Town and I could have contacted Zhao Chuanxin, then the Japanese and Russians would not have been able to get in."

"..." Song Chunao's eyes widened: "What are you talking about?"

"Don't be curious, let this matter rot in silence."

"Okay, that's okay."

…

It’s almost time to celebrate the New Year again.

Zhao Chuanxin has to take care of many places, and his free days are over.

He held the big boy in his arms, went out for a walk and hurried back.

The child was too young. If it weren't for Zhao Chuanxin's kindness, no one else would be willing to take the baby out during the severe cold.

Miao Cuihua felt distressed: "If you catch the cold, you are the only one to ask."

"I'll give him some fairy water if he's in the cold."

"Then I'll be relieved."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Superstitious!"

Zhao Chuanxin went to find Jiang Mingxin: "Girl, I brought you toys."

As he spoke, he took out the clay figurines and other things he bought on the streets of Japan.

Jiang Mingxin hurriedly took it: "Thank you, sir. Sir, do you have any regular rules?"

"Him? Doesn't he deserve to know? I'm going to give you one person, and no one else will."

Jiang Mingxin felt happy: Servant of God, Servant of God, you are really a god.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: Zhao Zhengze knows how to stuff it into his mouth no matter what. Isn't it nonsense to give him this thing? As for the set given to Juvencio Torric, Jiang Mingxin probably has no chance to go to Mexico and will never see it in this life.

Thinking of Zhao Zhengze, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to scratch his head.

His daughter Zhao Lingjun seemed to have become a spirit, but his son Zhao Zhengze was ordinary except for being slightly stronger.

Eat, sleep, cry, have fun.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Lugang Town for two days and went to Changchun Mansion on the third day.

Near Kuanchengzi Station, at the Chang-chun Japanese Consulate Branch, Consul Kaname Shibata said to Shigure Hazama, the director of the police station in the Mantetsu-affiliated area: "You and the Mantetsu local office must work together to ensure that the snow melts in the warm spring." The newly purchased land will be planned beforehand, and construction on the remaining land will be started as soon as possible to complete the acquisition work.”

Hazama Shigure bowed: "Hai."

Immediately he said: "But Song Chun'ao came to negotiate every day and never stopped for a moment."

Shibata Kaijiro sneered: "The objections raised by the Qing government's official constitution will be ignored. Since it cannot be done secretly and smartly, then it will be done in a big way. Changchun Mansion is not only the business center of Kyrgyzstan, but also the bridgehead of our Empire of Japan against Russia in Manchuria. Be sure to pay attention.”

"Will the newly defined land and administrative affairs be taken over?"

"The Jilin-Changchun Railway and its affiliated areas should be under our jurisdiction. Even if they find another place to establish a commercial port, the administrative matters of the commercial port should be under the joint jurisdiction of both parties in accordance with the "Japan-Qing Commerce and Navigation Treaty." However, the Chinese do not Dare to offend us, so we should try our best to take charge of all administrative affairs."

"Hai!"

At this time, someone said: "Hayi, are you paralyzed, Hayi? Can't you straighten your waist? I'll give you a cure!"