The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Placing Lubinfu personnel in the Middle East Railway? This is absolutely not allowed!"

Song Chunao asked with his head tilted: "Duke Mikovelsk, since you think it is inappropriate, why don't you place people from Lugang Town?"

"..." Mikovelsk blushed and emphasized: "I mean, the Middle East Railway cannot place outsiders."

A strong smell of alcohol hit him.

Song Chunao laughed: "Duke, I think you misunderstood. This is not my decision, but what Zhao Chuanxin said. You might as well go to him to reason."

Mikovelsk withdrew his politeness and revealed his true colors: "Where can I find Zhao Chuanxin? If I can see Zhao Chuanxin, will I come to you? If I see Zhao Chuanxin, I will hold him accountable in person..."

Suddenly, Song Chunao stood up and looked at Mikovelsk behind him with wide eyes: "It turned out to be Zhao..."

Mikovelsk was shocked: "Ah? I want to hold him accountable in person. How can he wear so little clothes in winter? What if he catches a cold?"

As he said, he turned his head with a stiff neck.

He saw Song Chunao's attendant standing behind him, holding a colander in his hand.

Song Chunao scolded: "It's a colander? Why do you have nothing to do with a colander?"

Mikovelsk: "..."

The attendant was confused: "Sir, when you came back, didn't you say that you saw too many bloody scenes and wanted to drink some old hen ginseng soup to strengthen your blood and avoid nightmares at night? I'm going to kill a chicken."

"Is that so? Then go quickly. Remember, kill the chicken quickly, not like before, in case you scare the monkey raised by our negotiation bureau."

Mikovelsk suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an idiom in China, what was it called?

What's the name of both chicken and monkey? Shen Monkey You Chicken? No, it's another one.

The attendant was amused: "Sir, are you talking about killing chickens to scare monkeys?"

"What killing chickens to scare monkeys?" Song Chunao was furious: "Who are you scolding by saying this?"

The attendant was confused: "I, I, I scold this sieve, sieve, sieve, you are really troublesome!"

"Okay, go down." Song Chunao turned to ask Mikovelsk: "Duke, where were we just talking about?"

Mikovelsk was a little afraid to talk nonsense, what if Zhao Chuanxin really showed up?

It's like the story of the boy who cried wolf.

He coughed: "Sir Song, if you and Prefect Song hadn't told Zhao Chuanxin, how could he know about Changchun Prefecture? If you and Prefect Song hadn't instigated him, how could Zhao Chuanxin want to plant people in the Middle East Railway?"

How important is the railway?

It can completely trigger a war.

Twenty years later, there was a war outside the Great Wall because of this.

Song Chunao said solemnly: "Duke, I have nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin. What he said was all his own decision.

In short, I didn't find him. If this is false, I will die like the hen under my follower's knife!"

Song Chunao swore.

Seeing that he couldn't get any good here, Mikovelsk could only get up in anger, and walked out without saying goodbye.

In the yard.

The follower stabbed the hen's neck.

Then he threw the chicken on the ground and waited for it to bleed to death.

But the hen stood up and ran away, bleeding as she ran.

"Aiwozhuo, why didn't you die again?"

Mikovelsk was thoughtful when he saw this scene.

...

After Zhao Chuanxin killed someone,

he felt refreshed.

"Why do I have such perverted thoughts and feelings?" Zhao Chuanxin was incredible.

Xingyue asked: "Then how do you plan to deal with this mental state?"

"Uh..." Zhao Chuanxin thought: "I'll eat a grilled beef, go to the beach to pick two oysters, drink a cup of tequila with worms, and then take a bath and sleep."

Xingyue: "That's a solution."

In order to eat oysters, Zhao Chuanxin went to Hiroshima, Japan.

He said he would eat two, but he ended up picking a box.

"Good stuff, oysters in winter are called milk of the sea."

Xingyue disdained: "Milk of the sea turns out to be fishy."

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin grilled oysters at the Stone Tower BBQ.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to fiddle with ball No. 13: "I have extracted amazing wisdom from this ball."

Zhao Chuanxin put the roasted oysters with soup, meat and garlic into his mouth: "Hmm... Since you became conscious, you have learned to brag."

"Stupid human."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the bookshelf: "I brought the book back to you, why didn't you read it?"

Xingyue put away the fragments of ball No. 13, manipulated the black puppet craftsman to climb up the bookshelf, and began to flip through the pages.

Its reading speed = book flipping speed.

In the past, Xingyue was mostly silent and did things meticulously. When he was done, he would report to his master: The slave has completed the task.

Now Xingyue is reading and chattering at the same time.

"Is that so?"

"I really didn't expect it."

"You've helped a lot."

"Ah, a revelation...ah, it's too early, what revelation? It's as disgusting as an enema."

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

Xingyue paused flipping through the book: "What does this mean, I can't talk when you eat, and I can't talk when you sleep?"

"Well, more than two thousand years ago, Confucius was fed up with his disciples' chattering, so he said this."

Xingyue continued flipping through the book.

"Such a stupid person actually has the nerve to write a book?"

"Bullshit."

"This sentence hits the point..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Eating too many oysters.

The next morning, after Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes, he felt his amazing steel-like will rising.

Zhao Chuanxin got up, washed his face, and looked in the mirror. He nodded to the handsome figure in the mirror: "You must know how to control your desires and cherish your body!"

"A good-looking skin is worthless. Only this kind of rock-hard willpower is precious. Zhao Chuanxin, you are really a role model for my generation."

After putting on his clothes, he hissed: "Forget it, I still have to let go and see my daughter by the way."

Xingyue called him: "Wait, I finished reading the whole book last night and understood everything."

"What?"

"That silk thread is used for bone tattooing."

You can't control anything with willpower, but you can interrupt.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately forgot about everything: "What do you mean?"

"Tattoo, bone tattoo, understand?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Tattoo bones and let people watch after I die?"

"What I mean is, if you are willing to let me make a cut in your spine, maybe you won't have to wear a reaction shoulder strap in the future. This thread is called a rune channel, which can simulate rune fragments. Each rune channel has only one simulation opportunity. Last time it fell into the reaction rune fragment and can no longer be changed."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated: "You won't paralyze me, will you?"

"Don't you still trust me?"

...

It's almost the New Year, and the sound of Taiko drums can be heard outside.

Taiji Miyashita, with a copper eye pendant on his chest, kneeled in a wooden house that has escaped fires in Tokyo over the years.

There are two people opposite him.

They are two of the people Taiji Miyashita beat down that night.

One of them is fat and the other is thin.

The fat one asked: "Boss, why did you come back that night?"

Miyashita Taiji looked serious: "I remembered that the letter in the mailbox was wet, I had to go back and wipe it dry, I can't let the people in Tokyo underestimate me. I saw your companions running away, so I dragged you away, otherwise the police would find and arrest you."

The thin one complimented: "Boss, we surrender, you are really good at fighting."

Miyashita Taiji twitched his mouth: "I can fight because I have faith."

The fat one became interested: "Boss, what is your faith?"

"Blow up the emperor!"

"Then how are we going to blow up the emperor?"

Miyashita Taiji said without hesitation: "Establish an anti-Zhao Society!"

The fat one became serious: "Okay, from now on, our goal of the anti-Zhao Society is to blow up the emperor!"

The thin one felt weird, but couldn't explain it.

He said, "Boss, my name is..."

"Don't tell me." Taiji Miyashita interrupted him, "Don't tell me your names. We'd better give each other nicknames and call each other by them from now on. After all, bombing the emperor is a serious matter."

The fat and thin looked at each other and nodded to each other, thinking that the boss had considered everything.

The fat one said, "I have an idea. We call them cows, horses, and sheep."

Taiji Miyashita frowned, "Do we have to be animals?"

The thin one thought for a while and said, "Yes, cows, horses, and sheep are too ugly. Our nicknames should not attract attention. In my opinion, we should just call them who, what, I don't know. Calling out nicknames in this way is very low-key."

Taiji Miyashita's eyes lit up, "You are really a talent."

The thin one showed a reserved smile, "Boss, you are too kind."

The fat one hurriedly said, "Boss, I will call you - what. What do you think?"

"Okay." Taiji Miyashita nodded, "Then I will call you - I don't know."

The thin one came up with the idea, and he later chose Nicknames don't matter, he said: "Then I am - who."

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Miyashita Taiji thought for a while: "We have to make some noise to attract the attention of the Anti-Zhao Society and let them come to us on their own initiative."

Shou was confused: "Boss, aren't we the Anti-Zhao Society?"

"No." Miyashita Taiji's face was serious and serious: "We are the real Anti-Zhao Society, and there is a group of fake Anti-Zhao Society in the country. They are not doing their job and always thinking about bombing Zhao Chuanxin. This is not good. We have to find them, correct their mistakes, and let them join the real Anti-Zhao Society to bomb the emperor with us."

Fat and thin understood and nodded.

An Anti-Zhao Society with a strict organization, complete structure, firm beliefs and clear goals was established.

...

Since the Lugangzhen branch line train of the South Manchuria Railway was bombed, the fake Anti-Zhao Society has been divided into two factions.

The conservative faction led by the leader Aoki Nobuzumi and the young radical faction led by Isogai Lianjie.

Aoki Nobuzumi admired Isogai Rensuke for his courage and wisdom, but was dissatisfied with his radical actions in private.

Zhao Chuanxin made enemies everywhere and killed countless people, but he was able to live safely to this day. How could he be an easy person to deal with?

This would only anger him.

As expected.

Karafuto Hall was bombed, Hokkaido Hall was bombed, the Imperial Palace was bombed, and the Soul-Calling Society was bombed...

A series of retaliations followed one after another, bombing the whole of Japan.

Later, it simply triggered a chain reaction, causing the lower-class people to smash and loot.

Aoki Nobuzumi didn't know how many times he cursed him as an idiot.

Isogai Rensuke always bowed his head, looking like he was admitting his mistakes obediently.

But when he turned around, he did what he had to do.

When the anti-Zhao Society was about to become a pile of loose sand due to internal conflicts, Meiji sent someone.

The person who came was Makino Nobuaki, who had been in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and later served as a local official in various places. He was awarded the title of Baron for his diplomatic achievements.

But at this time, he came as the Minister of Education in the Cabinet of Saionji Kimmochi.

Aoki Nobuzumi and Isogai Rensuke were flattered.

"Sir." The two bowed.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not here to ask you for punishment, but to give you an important task."

The two were delighted and waited for Makino to say something.

"You are against Zhaoshe, and from today on, you will be recognized by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

After these words came out, even a shrewd spy like Aoki Nobujun was shocked and ecstatic.

Makino Nobuaki continued: "However, only a few people know about this, and we will not admit it to the outside world."

This made the two people feel a little disappointed.

They hoped that there would be a country to support them and fight against Zhao Chuanxin.

Makino Nobuaki said again: "However, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will give you the maximum support, and the same is true for the military. From now on, your weapons, bombs, training, and funds will be provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the military. You will be directly responsible to me."

Isogai Lianjie is young, and recently he has hooked up with Aoki Nobujun's daughter. He is in high spirits and can't help but forget himself.

He spoke first: "I will be loyal to the emperor until my death. May I ask if you have any plans?"

Aoki Nobujun glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

Makino Nobuaki is a pure politician.

He sees everything.

He said solemnly: "Your Majesty can't swallow this breath and wants to take revenge on Zhao Chuanxin. However, the Duke of Yamagata and the Prime Minister are more inclined to calm the incident and suppress the surging public opinion. Do you understand the balance between the two?"

"Ha Yi!"

"Now, I will give you two tasks. First, recruit soldiers and horses. Second, make a plan and present it to me. If it is feasible, I will strongly support it."

Aoki Nobuzumi asked a very subtle question: "Did His Majesty mention the way of revenge he wants to see?"

Makino Shinaki smiled.

He said: "Yes, but I have to see your plan first, and then make a plan."

Aoki Nobuzumi and Isogai Lianjie sat up straight.

Is this a test?

After Makino Shinaki left, Aoki Nobuzumi said to Isogai Lianjie: "Isogai, you are responsible for recruiting soldiers and horses, and I will be responsible for making plans."

Isogai Lianjie hesitated.

This distribution has advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that he can win people's hearts when recruiting people, and the disadvantage is that the plan is the key first step for the anti-Zhao Society to get on the right track.

"Hmm?" Aoki Nobujun's eyes pricked up: "You don't want to?"

"Yes!" Isogai Lianjie hurriedly bowed his head.

"Then go."

"Are there any standards for recruiting people?"

"Our anti-Zhao Society is loosely organized and incompletely structured, so ordinary members are temporarily recruiting people who have the courage to obey, otherwise the timid will be scared and have nightmares just by hearing the name of Zhao Chuanxin. In addition, we need to recruit people with planning ability and talents in the official and financial circles to join."

This is still his old trick for intelligence.

That is, the vanguard must be reckless and hit wherever he points.

The people behind the scenes include those who know how to poke stupid dogs up the wall and those who are capable but have not made a fortune in the financial and financial circles.

Discovering such people will be useful to the anti-Zhao Society in the future.

"Ha Yi."

...

Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau.

The wind and snow broke the branches and scraped the telegraph wires.

Because they were in the territory of the Peacekeeping Bureau, Kitajima Maozi asked Levitan to repair the line.

Levitan did repair it, but he also tore off another wire.

The Sakhalin telegraph line is built on 7-meter-long poles, that is, wooden poles that have not been soaked in oil. Five 5mm iron wires are installed on the hook porcelain bottles, and the distance between the poles is 80 meters.

The Russians in Beidao were dumbfounded. Vladimir Kononovich sent people to ask why a telegraph line was disconnected?

Levitan told the visitor: "I cut it off."

"Sir, why is this?"

Levitan shrugged: "We have a Morse telegraph machine, but there is no line. Lord Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to put a line on your pole, but then it snowed. Since you asked me to repair it, it's just right. I will cut off one line and wait for you to come. I will ask you for a line directly."

The visitor was confused and hurried back to report.

Vladimir Kononovich was furious after hearing this: "Levitan, this idiot, they want a telegraph line, why don't they say it directly? Do they have to cut it off?"

He could only agree, after all, he was also worried that Zhao Chuanxin would go to the north to blow up their office.

So, the Peacekeeping Bureau used telegraphs in the winter.

However, Levitan told the people in the Peacekeeping Bureau: "You can only send insignificant private telegrams, never send official telegrams, they will intercept the contents of the telegrams."

The freemen of the Peacekeeping Bureau were furious.

This was great.

Without Zhao Chuanxin's knowledge, the Peacekeeping Bureau had an additional source of income, and it was not too much to make a fortune every day.

Ken Nakamura brought the Russian exiled prisoner girl to the Peacekeeping Bureau Telegraph Office accompanied by Peter Grebin.

Levitan watched here every day, worried about causing trouble.

Ken Nakamura saw him and smiled flatteringly: "Hello, sir. Where is Lord Zhao?"

Levitan shrugged: "I heard from his secretary Shirasaka Kimei that he was in poor health. He was worried that going to the tavern would infect him and he would stay at home to recuperate, or heal his injuries. Who knows?"

Ken Nakamura exchanged a few words of greeting and said to the girl: "Clara, you go and send the telegram."

Clara was shy and excited, and walked quickly to tell the telegraph operator the address and the content to be sent.

After sending the message, Ken Nakamura paid the money with great pain.

Each word cost 8 kopecks, and Clara sent ten words, 80 kopecks.

Sending three more words would cost 1 ruble.

Clara stayed by the telegraph machine and said excitedly: "Nakamura, I actually sent a telegram to my fiancé in Vladivostok, this is amazing."

Peter Grebin gloated: "Your money may be wasted. If I were you, I would make good use of this time to mess with her."

Ken Nakamura was unhappy, but he said stubbornly: "Nonsense, we are friends."

After a long time, a telegram was sent back.

Clara jumped up excitedly and called back: "Nakamura, I received a reply from Vladivostok."

Ken Nakamura muttered to Peter Grebin in a low voice: "What's the big deal? I can also send a telegram from Vladivostok. I just have to walk there and send the telegram back."

Peter Grabbin scoffed.

However, Clara came back holding the telegram and cried.

Ken Nakamura was puzzled and asked her: "Why are you crying? Are you as illiterate as me?"

"..." Clara cried: "No, our engagement is terminated."

Nakamura Ken couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth at all, but said: "This is so regrettable. I feel sad for you. Peter, give me your handkerchief to wipe my tears, wuwuhehehe..."

When they walked out of the telegraph office, they saw Zhao Chuanxian basking in the sun outside the stone tower.

Ken Nakamura hurriedly ran over and said, "Hello, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing furry pajamas, holding a cotton-padded handbag and standing against the wall: "Oh, it's your kid? Hey, whose furry girl is that? She cries and pees. She's really ugly."

"..." Ken Nakamura hurriedly introduced: "Sir, she is Clara, and she is living in my house now. I am applying for her to be a free citizen of the Peacekeeping Bureau. My lord, are you injured?"

The words that came to his lips were swallowed back by Zhao Chuanxin.

He rolled his eyes: "Yes, the injury is quite serious. It's on the back and it's difficult to walk."

"Ah? Is it so serious?" Ken Nakamura's eyes twitched: "Sir, this matter must not be publicized, otherwise you will be in big trouble, and we free people will be in even bigger trouble."

"I know, I know, don't worry, I will pay attention. I didn't expect you to be quite smart." Zhao Chuanxin said, holding on to the wall and moving slowly: "Ouch, ouch... this back hurts..."

The sound was so loud that everyone around could hear it.

Ken Nakamura: "..."

The monitor in the distance said: "Zhao Chuanxin is injured, seriously injured..."