The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In the bay in Tokyo's Minato District, the sea water has been blooming with oil recently.

That's because there is a Japanese legend that if there are strong winds and waves on the sea, just pour some oil on the route and the waves will calm down.

Japan has been hit by severe floods recently. Devoted men and women who are better off at home will pour some oil into the river to pray for blessings, and the oil flowers will flow along the river into the bay.

Miyashita Taiyoshi has changed his address. Recently he lives in Minato City.

He opened up the ten-story living room and the seven-story foyer to turn it into a large living room.

Tie is the unit used by the Japanese to calculate the area of ​​a room at this time.

That is tatami.

One tatami is 1.5 square meters, and 17 tatami mats is about 25 square meters.

Miyashita Taiji likes a group of people to sit here and discuss things.

"Isoya, what news did you find out? What's going on in the fake rebellion against Zhao Society? Will Nobuzumi Aoki come back?"

From the day the emperor was bombed, Miyashita Taiji began to be suspicious of Isotani Rensuke.

After returning, the three men interrogated him.

Isotani Rensuke participated in the whole process and saw that the emperor's carriage was blown up and turned over several times. Even if he escaped and called the police at this time, he might not be able to remove the suspicion.

Simply break the jar and throw it away.

He handed a piece of paper to Miyashita Taiyoshi: "Nobujun Aoki is a strategist. When he was there, the Anti-Zhao Society flourished. Once he left, the Anti-Zhao Society declined and its talents withered. There were only some trivial gossips. I passed the old news I’ve learned a lot about the relationship.”

Miyashita Taiji looked at it.

There is not much information on paper.

It is stated above that Aoki Nobuzumi left to find other ways to deal with Zhao Chuanxin.

There are also some mysteries that occurred in South Korea and the Yanbian area.

During the recent rainy season, Japan suffered serious floods. Wang Daxie, the Qing minister stationed in Japan, wrote to the Qing government to request a grant of 100,000 yuan for condolences and disaster relief in Japan.

In addition, several places in Japan were bombed because the suspect was Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin was Chinese, so many Japanese were against Chinese students in Japan.

While Wang Daxie comforted the Chinese students in Japan, he also secretly reported the movements of these students to the Japanese authorities and the Qing court.

Because there are many members of the alliance among the students.

Miyashita Taiji curled his lips: "This Wang Daxie is really a good dog."

Isotani Rensuke frowned: "That's a little inappropriate."

Miyashita Taiji asked coldly: "What's wrong?"

"After all, he is contributing to disaster relief for our Empire of Japan."

"Haha. I read in the newspaper that there is famine everywhere in China, there are grain and rice grabbing incidents in many places, and people are rebelling because they can't survive. But here he is worrying about us Japan, what is he but a good dog?"

Isotani Rensuke secretly cursed the idiot in his heart, but politely explained: "This is just for political considerations."

"It's ridiculous." Miyashita Taiyoshi rolled the paper into a ball: "Political considerations? Let your own people suffer from hunger, but you also have to squeeze out 100,000 yuan to provide us with disaster relief. Will this mean that Meiji will occupy less land in China? ? Didn’t we have to rely on Zhao Chuanxin to regain the lost territory with an iron fist? The country was harmed by the ambition of Meiji and others! It’s a pity that he was not killed!”

"this……"

Miyashita Taiyoshi changed the subject: "Since you are Aoki Nozumi's son-in-law, do you know what he is doing now?"

"I'm not his son-in-law." Isotani Rensuke argued: "I am just in love with his daughter, but it has not developed to the point of talking about marriage. Nobuzumi Aoki behaves like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is no trace of it, and neither can I. We don’t know where he went, but rumors say he went overseas.”

Miyashita Taiji curled his lips and snorted contemptuously through his nose.

…

Zhao Chuanxin likes the sea in this season, especially Dongsha Island.

The sea water around the island is less than one meter deep, which is most suitable for land reclamation.

The weather is sunny and there is little rain.

Zhao Chuanxin used a mud trowel to extend 5 meters of the island and fill 8 meters of rock foundation under the sea to expose the water.

He wants to build a house with a living area of ​​only 80 square meters.

For one Earth year, the Codex of the Old Gods ran for at least ten years.

In the past ten years, the fearless pioneers of otherworldly construction madmen have built countless underground passages.

Mud Trowel Gloves are upgraded based on usage, and now they can gather sand into towers very quickly.

So much so that it only took Zhao Chuanxin less than half a day to build such a large rock base.

The base is not only higher than the sea, but also higher than the island's ground.

He sat next to the pedestal and drew in his notebook.

Gulizal was wearing a long skirt and sat behind him, with her two white calves hanging around him and her arms around his neck.

"If you do this, it will make the dragging lines look rigid when I draw."

Gulizal swung his legs and stretched his head to take a look: "Didn't you say that you can draw rich textured lines and a sense of frustration with just a fountain pen? Why can't you do it just because I hold you in my arms?" "

Zhao Chuanxin kept writing: "Normally, professional drawing of this kind of architectural design drawings requires a combination of sketch pens, syringe pens, gel pens and signature pens. The gel pen covers the pencil draft, and the syringe pen shades the outline. Lines, thick and textured lines are drawn with pens, but these pens don’t exist yet, and the industrial technology at this time cannot produce them.”

"If you can't make it, how do you know there is such a pen?"

"I knew it a hundred years ago and knew it a hundred years later. I figured it out."

"How do you calculate it?"

"Don't bite your tongue with me!"

"Hehe...what do you mean?"

"Don't stick your teeth."

Zhao Chuanxin collected the paper and pen: "Forget it, I won't draw anymore. I haven't figured out how to discharge feces and urine."

"Poop directly into the sea to feed the fish."

"Eh?" Zhao Chuanxin pretended to retching: "You are so disgusting, you have to dive to fish for seaweed."

"Wouldn't it be better to fertilize the seaweed?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch: "Okay, we should go back."

"When can I, Ah Nang, arrive?"

Gulizal studied in Hong Kong Island. Although she made new friends, she had no relatives.

She was alone. She went to the doctor and panicked immediately after learning that she was pregnant.

Fortunately, when Zhao Chuanxin returned to Sakhalin, he received the news from Li Guangzong and rushed over as soon as possible.

He informed the people flying in the sky and asked them to send Gulizal's mother to Hong Kong Island.

However, after arriving in Hong Kong Island, Gulizal pestered him and refused to let him leave.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't plan to have children when he first came here, but now it's better, plus he already has three babies in his belly.

He warned himself: He must not let Rebecca Levi get pregnant as well.

Otherwise, you can have a table of mahjong.

He took Gulizal with him and rode back to Hong Kong Island on three generations of dragons.

As soon as I landed, I heard Xingyue say in my ear: "I think it's best to tell you something."

"What's up?"

Gulizar asked strangely: "Are you talking to me?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Xingyue said: "I saw a message through the copper eye on Miyashita Taiji's neck - the Qing court is preparing to donate funds to Japan for disaster relief."

"How much?"

"One hundred thousand."

"Blank!"

At this time, Gulizal pointed to the Lotus House and said: "Let's go to the Lotus House to eat, and you will be the host. My classmate said that the dim sum here is delicious. I passed by it several times and was reluctant to come in."

Zhao Chuanxin touched her pigtails and took her hand through the door.

As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper's eyes widened when he saw Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, Zhao, Mr. Zhao..."

He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, knocking over two chairs on the way and attracting side glances from customers, many of whom had foreign faces.

There was no way, Zhao Chuanxin was killed here and his blood flowed like a river.

Night owls come into the house and come for everything.

After Zhao Chuanxin killed everyone, the Lotus Building could hardly continue to operate.

Li Guangzong knew how to be a good person, and he never relied on power or did anything wrong.

He brought dignitaries to the Lotus Tower every day to support him, and he actually made the business even bigger.

No one calls this a haunted house anymore.

No matter what, the shopkeeper didn't dare to neglect.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Boss, arrange a table for us by the window."

"Mr. Zhao, come with me."

Not only the shopkeeper, but also the waiters nodded and bowed.

Although Lianhualou is quite famous and the food they make is delicious, the shopkeeper and waiters are not very attentive.

Of course, those are all problems caused by Li Guangzong's "habituation". When they were asked to look at the dishes, their eyes grew on their foreheads.

The more this is the case, the more impressive the Lotus Tower becomes.

"Who is this person?"

"Yankee!"

"Then you still need to tell me?"

That mouthful tastes very obvious.

The foreigners were also whispering among themselves.

At this time, the foreigner at the table next to him stood up: "Hello, may I ask, are you Ethan Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin said in a cold tone: "Do you mind your business?"

Unexpectedly, this man just smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, my name is John Watson. I'm basically sure it's you. What a coincidence, I was going to Xuantian Sect to visit you, and I didn't expect to meet you here. As expected. The Lotus Tower is a must-visit for Hong Kong celebrities.”

Zhao Chuanxin pushed John Watson aside, let alone shake his hand.

He led Gulizar towards the window and sat down.

The shopkeeper's menu on the floor: "Mr. Zhao, take a look at what you want to eat. This table of food and wine is mine."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "Are you looking down on people? Keep these two dimes and use the rest as a tip. Bring over anything delicious. If you can't finish it, I'll take it away."

Gulizar covered his mouth: "So expensive?"

The shopkeeper laughed silently.

Liangjiao Xiaoyang? Is there anything left? In the Lotus Building? Still so expensive?

You two, please stop joking.

A person at the table next to him sneered: "You are so stupid, you have never seen the world."

The shopkeeper was startled.

If you don't know Zhao Chuanxin, even if you die ten thousand times, it will be in vain.

Is this not allowed to kill people? Is this not worthy of blood?

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin just spat and cursed in Cantonese: "Ah... tui! You are a stick of rice noodle rolls and egg rolls, street boy, be careful I will kill you!"

The other party retorted in Cantonese, and Zhao Chuanxin cursed back.

Both sides were talking trash back and forth.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the foreigner and his companions came over and sat down opposite Zhao Chuanxin.

"Baizai? Who asked you to come here?" Zhao Chuanxin was displeased.

John Watson didn't understand, but he roughly understood that Zhao Chuanxin didn't say good things.

He smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao, let me introduce you to Alfred Adler, a psychologist from Austria. We are funded by a mysterious Asian, and he thinks we should talk to you." talk."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard about the "mysterious Asian", he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Who? What are you talking about?"

Alfred Adler said: "Talk about body and soul."

"The body is undoubtedly beautiful." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Gulizar's belly that had not yet swelled: "But I decided not to mess with him again in this life, haha. As for the soul, I think the thickness of the part that covers the soul is the key."

"What?" Alfred Adler was confused.

What are you talking about? Do you think I want to discuss women and breasts with you?

John Watson coughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, the mysterious Asian man, believes that psychology is crucial to the future society, so he is willing to pay for us to travel across the ocean to conduct research. Of course, the point is to talk to you. As for his name, he does good things without leaving his name, so we don't know it. He asked us to call him Mr. Qing."

At this time, the waiter brought the pastries, and Gulizar reached out to grab them, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

He tasted it first, and let her eat it after her body showed no reaction.

"Mr. Qing? Could it be Aoki Nobujun? That bastard is more slippery than a fish, and he will be skinned sooner or later."

"Uh, I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs, lit a cigarette and asked: "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

John Watson asked: "Mr. Zhao, do you understand psychology?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew a smoke ring: "I know a lot. Psychology is, if you can fight, don't talk too much. If you can't fight, you will say a few more words to bluff."

"This... okay, you are right." John Watson was helpless: "Just like this Lotus House, people flock to it. But in fact, this restaurant is crowded and noisy. Maybe the food is okay, but it is not to the extent that customers are constantly coming. One of the reasons why the Lotus House is popular is that the food here is expensive and the service staff are indifferent. When people are not familiar with the product or service, they may apply the formula of 'expensive equals good, indifference equals noble'."

Alfred Adler nodded: "In addition, there is also the herd mentality, which is a group psychological suggestion."

The dishes have been served at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the chopsticks and ate everything in a flash: "Well, not bad, not bad, very good."

John Watson's face lit up when he heard it: "Mr. Zhao, it seems that you agree with us too?"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up some food for Gulizar: "It's delicious, you should try it too, it's really good."

John Watson: "..."

So much about feelings fell on deaf ears.

Alfred Adler interrupted: "Mr. Zhao, we went to the Internet Cinema to watch the three movies you shot. I would like to call them works of art in movies. They are really amazing."

Hearing him talk about movies, Gulizar suddenly pulled Zhao Chuanxin's arm: "Brother Xin, I want to see a story about love between men and women. Can you make a movie about this for me?"

"Don't say Brother Xin, Uncle Xin doesn't have time either." Zhao Chuanxin immediately refused.

"What about Grandpa Xin?"

"Even the ancestors of Xin can't do it."

John Watson and Alfred Adler looked at each other.

The two then talked less and watched and listened more.

Observation is also an important process in studying psychology.

Zhao Chuanxin and his friend ate and drank their fill and went out.

The shopkeeper and the clerk saw him off and reluctantly invited him to come again.

After leaving, Zhao Chuanxin took Gulizar to buy longan.

While Gulizar was picking and bargaining, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and greeted John Watson and his friend who had followed him.

"Tell me, what do the people who funded you want to do?"

"This..."

Zhao Chuanxin showed murderous intent: "Dare to lie, I will kill you two now."

John Watson immediately became timid: "I said. He thinks you have mental problems and wants us to study and cure you. In particular, he wants Alfred to hypnotize you so that you will stop killing in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

I…

He asked sinisterly: "I know you two are now well-known in the field of psychology. Tell me, in your eyes, what kind of person is that sponsor?"

John Watson said hurriedly: "It's like this, most people have patterned automatic behaviors, which appear very frequently in daily life, so I..."

Zhao Chuanxin was impatient: "Speak human language."

"Uh…Okay, I don't think he is a kind person. I think he is a strategist, the kind with deep scheming. I know he may have bad intentions, but I can be sure that I have no ill will towards Mr. Zhao, so I came across the ocean."

Alfred Adler also nodded: "I don't have any bad intentions either. I think Mr. Zhao should not misunderstand. I think that everything we do is to gain a sense of security and a stable status. Mr. Zhao killed people for these two reasons. Why not use a more gentle way to obtain these? "

John Watson hurriedly replied: "Mr. Zhao, as I said, people will have patterned automatic behaviors. Just like you waited for your young wife to buy fruit before coming back to threaten us two. You must be worried that she would be scared after hearing it, and you instinctively want to protect her. From this point of view, you are not the kind of evil person who lacks guilt and lacks guilt as the outside world says. You are also kind in your heart..."

He was long-winded, but he wanted to say: You are not born bad.

Maybe the theory of antisocial personality has not appeared at this time.

Otherwise, John Watson would say: You are not an antisocial personality, you are not a super hero...

After listening to the two people, Zhao Chuanxin has basically determined that the "mysterious Asian" is Aoki Nobujun.

Aoki Nobujun really spared no effort to eliminate Zhao Chuanxin, a future trouble for Japan, and his imagination was very open.

Although he had never heard of John Watson, he knew Alfred Adler because he had read his book "Inferiority and Transcendence".

But now, even if Einstein stood in front of him, let alone two psychologists, he would still push him away: a good dog does not block the road.

"It's very hot. If you have nothing to do, go to the side and cool down. Don't follow me."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left.

John Watson whispered to Alfred: "Based on my observations, I conclude that he will not harm us. He is not as cruel and callous as the rumors say."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and followed.

Alfred Adler said: "Mr. Zhao, we have something to tell you."

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing and came to the longan stall to pay.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin ignored them, John Watson said to himself: "If the mysterious funder is Mr. Zhao's enemy, according to my observation at the time, he should have a backup plan."

Zhao Chuanxin finally turned around: "If there are still two players of this level, haha, then Aoki Xuanzhun can rest."

Alfred Adler thought for a while and said: "Maybe he will send a killer."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I am the killer. Apart from me, the rest of the world are third-rate killers."

"..."

It makes so much sense, it's hard to refute.

But John Watson suddenly said: "If the mysterious funder is a master of strategy, he will definitely deal with you in unexpected ways."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.