The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Titanic would first stop in France, where some people would disembark and some would board.

Then the next day, the ship sailed to the United States, with the speed increased to a maximum of 23 knots.

Zhao Chuanxin occupied the last first-class cabin.

He slept until dawn, feeling refreshed.

The Titanic was really luxurious.

The wooden boards of the solid wood furniture were so thick that ordinary people could not lift them alone, and the wall panels were thicker than home decoration.

Magnificent.

When Zhao Chuanxin went to the restaurant, he flashed in.

Because there were waiters at the door checking the tickets, perhaps to prevent passengers in the second- and third-class cabins from sneaking in.

He heard someone whispering, "The carpets here are so thick that they can almost cover your knees."

This made Zhao Chuanxin have to rub the dirt on the soles of his shoes brought from Quetzalan on the carpet.

After rubbing it twice, he felt it was inappropriate.

The carpet was also a fucking valuable item.

Like the lounge of the Petit Trianon Palace in France, there is actually a fucking fireplace, and the fireplace is carved with "The Hunting Goddess of Versailles".

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and said, "This fireplace is great, we have to cut it off and move it back."

The equipment in the gym is good, we have to move it back.

The oak-paneled staircase is nice, but forget about it.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't intend to let go of the gilded railing.

The clock on the wall at the top of the stairs is interesting, and there are allegorical figures carved on both sides. Zhao Chuanxin felt it necessary to take it away.

While strolling, Zhao Chuanxin bumped into a man head-on.

Alfred Vanderbilt frowned and looked at him: "Sir, are you Japanese?"

Among Asian countries, Japan is the strongest now, so he asked this question.

People from other Asian countries may appear on the ship, but it is difficult for them to hang out in the first-class area.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him: "Fuck you for your poor eyesight."

"..."Alfred Vanderbilt was furious: "You dare to hit me?"

"You scolded me, so I will hit you."

"I didn't scold you."

"You said I'm Japanese, and you didn't scold me?"

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah... tui!"

But he turned around and left.

Alfred Vanderbilt was so angry.

At this time, his servant came out of the restaurant and saw that his face was not right, so he asked hurriedly: "Master, what's wrong?"

Alfred Vanderbilt yelled: "Go find the captain and tell him that someone just hit me."

The servant was shocked.

Captain Edward John Smith would not pay attention to ordinary people.

But it would be different if it was Alfred Vanderbilt.

He hurriedly brought people over to inquire.

Seven or eight crew members began to check the public area, and Edward John Smith went to check the passenger list.

Then he found that there were eight Chinese passengers in the third class cabin on the ship.

The Chinese names recorded on the list are very strange, such as Ah Lam, which is tentatively translated as Ah Lin; such as Len Lam, which is tentatively translated as Lin Lun.

In this way, the eight Chinese passengers are Ah Lin, Lin Lun, Li Bing, Fang Lang, Zhong Jie, Zhang Fu, Xu Ling, and Li Ling.

He asked people to bring the eight Chinese up.

The eight Chinese stood in front of Alfred Vanderbilt at a loss, and were examined like police witnesses screening suspects.

Although the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, many people still had pigtails.

For example, these eight people at this time.

Alfred Vanderbilt looked at them fiercely: "No, it's not them, that person doesn't have pigtails, that person is much taller than them, stronger than them, and better dressed than them. By the way, he wore a set of double palace silk suits that are popular recently. He has thick hair and beard, and once he gets angry, his expression is cold and fierce, which is unforgettable..."

As he spoke, Alfred Vanderbilt suddenly stopped talking.

Captain Edward John Smith was puzzled: Why don't you say anything?

He looked at Alfred Vanderbilt.

Alfred Vanderbilt's expression changed, and he suddenly waved his hand: "Forget it, let them go back, don't bother looking for them."

Edward John Smith became excited: "How can that be?"

"It's okay if I say it's okay."

The captain had to give face to a wealthy man like Alfred Vanderbilt.

In this case, the people dispersed.

Alfred Vanderbilt took out an insurance policy certificate from his arms.

He had never seen Zhao Chuanxin, but J.P. Morgan and John Rockefeller had seen them.

When chatting, everyone talked about Zhao Chuanxin, and the two described Zhao Chuanxin's appearance.

It is said that the double palace silk suit is a popular trend brought about by Zhao Chuanxin, and now the price is very high.

Zhao Chuanxin is less than 6 feet 2 inches, and the man who beat him is also this height.

Zhao Chuanxin has thick beard and hair, and the man who beat him is also the same.

Zhao Chuanxin is strong and the man who beat him dared not fight back.

Zhao Chuanxin killed people without hesitation, and the man who hit him glared at him with an amazing momentum.

Alfred Vanderbilt didn't dare to think about it any further.

He hurried to J.P. Morgan's room and knocked on the door.

Old Morgan opened the door and invited him in.

Both parties sat down, and Alfred Vanderbilt asked Old Morgan: "Mr. Morgan, is Zhao Chuanxin so tall, fierce-looking, and has such a long beard? His hairline is very low, and his hair is thicker than ordinary people..."

J.P. Morgan nodded frequently and said: "But there is one thing. Zhao Chuanxin is not as unreasonable as the legend says. If you talk to him properly, he will be willing to talk to you calmly. But if you say something that he is not willing to listen to, then Just wish yourself well. He also gave my grandson toys, which shows that he likes children very much. "

Alfred Vanderbilt asked again: "What words do he like to hear? What words offend him?"

Old Morgan was stunned: "Why are you asking these questions? Are you going to find him?"

"No, I just asked."

"You can't discriminate against Chinese people in front of him. Otherwise, he will beat you half to death at worst, or give you a shot at worst. However, it is said that he now likes to use a hammer."

Alfred Vanderbilt's instinctive disdain: "This sensitivity is usually based on an inferiority complex. Could it be that he is inferior to his own skin color?"

Old Morgan smiled: "You know I have some connections. My friend knows Zhao Chuanxin's housekeeper Freddy Pavitt. It is said that Chinese newspapers scolded Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin never got angry, even him He doesn't care if his own newspaper criticizes him. So if you say he has low self-esteem, it's nonsense. But if you criticize his compatriots, he might kill you."

"Will any of his compatriots be killed if he scolds him?"

"No, he has a very weird personality. You can't bully the lower-class Chinese. He likes to stand up for the lower-class people. If he was from the upper class, he might laugh it off."

Alfred Vanderbilt couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought of the eight Chinese people he had just interrogated.

Fortunately, fortunately...

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

Old Morgan is a cunning old man.

Although he didn't ask any more questions, he had already gotten a glimpse of Alfred Vanderbilt's expression.

After he sent the other party away, he sat on a chair and fell into deep thought.

If Zhao Chuanxin is on the ship, the insurance...

If Zhao Chuanxin was on the ship, where would he be now?

This year is a mild winter, and on the afternoon of April 11, the sea surface in the North Atlantic was calm.

Old Morgan came to the deck, wrapped his coat tightly, and stared at the sea in trance.

When he turned around, he saw the special luxury cabin next to his own.

After thinking about it for a long time, he walked over and knocked on the door gently.

The door was opened, and when he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he confirmed his suspicion: "Zhao, you are indeed here."

Zhao Chuanxin happily turned sideways and let him in.

"Ginger is still damn old." Zhao Chuanxin pulled out a chair for him: "You actually found out."

"It's not difficult to guess." Old Morgan shrugged: "Alfred must have seen you, right? He came to me to ask about you. I have seen the passenger list, but your name is not there. If you are on the ship, you Extraordinary courage will force you to appear in the most high-profile places."

What he wants to say is - people with good skills are bold.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and handed it to Old Morgan: "My extraordinary courage is nothing, but my tired body needs a good environment to rest."

"Zhao, why are you tired? I heard that you are selling insurance, and now you appear on the ship again. Do you have some conspiracy?"

"I'm tired because I traveled all the way from China to board the ship. There's no conspiracy, but since someone bought insurance, I have to be responsible for the customer's personal safety."

Old Morgan took out the insurance certificate from his pocket: "I also bought Thomas insurance."

"Congratulations, you will have the ultimate safe experience."

Old Morgan: "..."

He smiled bitterly: "Zhao, for the sake of our friendship, tell me the truth. Does your presence here mean that something will happen to the Titanic?"

"Then you have to ask God, that son of a bitch has a sense of humor. But I promise you, your life is saved."

Saturday, April 13th.

night.

A first-class passenger went to find the captain in a hurry: "The jewelry and money worth 300,000 pounds in my safe are missing, including a 23-carat blue diamond necklace worth 100,000 pounds..."

The captain's face turned serious.

I blanch...

Three hundred thousand pounds, this is not a small sum. A thousand ordinary first-class tickets only cost 300,000.

Coincidentally, someone came to the captain and said that a book of his poems was lost in the safe.

The captain was confused: "What's the point of a collection of poems?"

The man was anxious: "That's a collection of poems by the eleventh-century philosopher Omar Jayam, decorated with thousands of gems..."

The captain's head was buzzing.

Captain Edward Smith went to Joseph Ismay, the head of the White Star Line, to report the situation.

Joseph Ismay told him: "This is the maiden voyage of the Titanic. Situations are inevitable, but we must minimize the impact. After all, we will sail for many years in the future and our reputation cannot be affected."

Edward Smith stroked his white beard: "What do you want to do?"

"We ask the stolen passengers not to make any publicity. We will investigate in a low-key manner."

He took the captain to the stolen cabin and found that the safe was tightly sealed and the lock had not been broken.

Joseph Ismay asked the stolen passenger: "Do you still have the key?"

"Here I am."

The passenger took out the key and opened the safe.

Joseph Ismay looked carefully and saw that the Titanic sign and lock on the safe were intact.

It's strange.

He really wanted to ask the passengers if they wanted to blackmail their company.

But in this way, passengers may lose control and cause trouble, which will have bad consequences.

He repeatedly promised that he would give them an explanation.

He had his crew patrolling the first-class area.

Not to mention patrolling, even if the deck is full of people, it can't stop Zhao Chuanxin from sneaking around.

He did not destroy the lock and let Xingyue control the black puppet craftsman to plant the key directly in the keyhole.

There was no lock he couldn't open.

Putting on the cloak of shadow, he walked from house to house.

Old Morgan said that he was a talented artist and bold, but he never imagined how bold Zhao Chuanxin was.

Even if there was someone in the room, Zhao Chuanxin still didn't get used to it and opened the door directly and went in.

In some rooms, someone was practicing ground skills on the bed, and Zhao Chuanxin was beside them, opening the safe and picking up the goods.

But he didn't just loot everything, taking away the valuable ones and leaving the worthless ones behind.

Watches, jewelry, jewelry, art, antiques, money...

Then he went to the food freezer and installed a copper eye.

During the day the next day, more people went to the captain to report the boat missing.

Edward Smith and Joseph Ismay were distraught.     Due to the mild winter, the icebergs in the north drift further south than in previous years.

Ships traveling nearby sent ice reports to the Titanic via wireless telegrams.

What's the result?

The only pair of two-way telescopes on board was locked in a cabinet by the second officer.

The second mate who kept the keys was not on board the ship at the time...

Crew member Frederick Fleet could not find a telescope and had to observe with the naked eye.

It's fine during the day.

noon.

There was a knock on the door of Zhao Chuanxin's room.

Xingyue told him: "The person outside is old Morgan, with Alfred Vanderbilt."

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door and the two came in.

Old Morgan was no exception. Alfred Vanderbilt, the top rich man in the United States, was at a loss in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

He bowed awkwardly and said, "Mr. Zhao."

Be the first to reach out.

Zhao Chuanxin shook hands with him, and then wiped his hands with a towel.

Alfred Vanderbilt: "..."

He was unhappy, but he didn't dare to say it.

Old Morgan said to Zhao Chuanxian: "We are here to invite you to the restaurant for lunch. Let me introduce to you. This is the heir to the Vanderbilt Shipping Railway, Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt. Alfred, you have seen this, Mr. Zhao.”

Zhao Chuanxin opened the closet, and the two saw that there was only a black satin jacket in his closet, with weird creatures like golden antlers, camel heads, cow ears, ghost eyes, snake necks, mirage belly, fish scales, eagle claws, and tiger paws embroidered on the back. .

This is a tunic suit with a stand collar.

Zhao Chuanxin designed it earlier than Sun Gongwu, and his designs were more stylish than Sun Gongwu's. Naturally, his clothes were more stylish than Sun Gongwu's...

Old Morgan asked with interest: "Zhao, what is the animal on the clothes?"

"Qilin."

Alfred Vanderbilt gave a thumbs up: "When it comes to fashion, Mr. Zhao is second to none in the world."

In fact, it’s a figure bonus.

It's like watching a shopping show and imagining how cool it would look on you.

It's really eye-catching to wear.

Following Old Morgan into the restaurant, no one looked at the tickets at all.

It's noisy.

Friend of J.P. Morgan, do you suspect that he does not have a first-class cabin ticket?

After ordering the meal, Old Morgan asked: "Mr. Zhao, it's been a calm journey, what do you think?"

Zhao Chuanxin stared at the women in the restaurant with bird feathers in their hair.

Many women stared at him too.

Don't say anything about discrimination or not.

The Mao suit fit well and could not hide Lao Zhao's muscular double-door refrigerator figure.

Thick beard and hair, eyes as sharp as an eagle.

An aggressive temperament is the most important weapon against women.

This made old Morgan and Alfred jealous and jealous.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately turned his attention to the piano in the restaurant: "Once they have lived enough, the soldiers and the king will be put into wooden boxes. In my opinion, you don't have to worry. We will take a look at it in the evening."

"..."

Alfred Vanderbilt was slapped in the mouth by Zhao Chuanxin before.

At this time, he was eager to ease the relationship with Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao is interested in piano?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "There are many children in the family, crying for food. I want to give them pianos and cultivate art from an early age, but unfortunately I am unable to do so. It is already very difficult to feed them."

"..." Alfred Vanderbilt didn't know where to start: "I have a nice piano at home. If Mr. Zhao likes it, I can give it to you."

Zhao Chuanxin tugged at his fingers and said, "Well, you can give me one. Plus the several pianos here, the quantity is just right."

Okay, this guy takes politeness seriously.

However, the two of them were confused, why did Zhao Chuanxin want to add a few pianos here?

At this time, Captain Edward Smith walked into the restaurant and looked around with a frown.

He told the crew: "Take care of the first, second, and third class cabins, and don't favor one over the other."

The crew members nodded and bowed.

Joseph Ismay, the head of the White Star Line who was dining nearby, looked at each other and Thomas Andrews, the builder of the Titanic, and nodded silently: "This is a qualified captain."

At a table nearby, there was a fat woman named Jasmine Brown with a strong aura.

Because a naughty boy passed by and bumped into her, she grabbed the boy fiercely: "Young man, this is not a place for you to make trouble, do you understand?"

As soon as the boy's father saw it, he wanted to speak for the child. Jasmine Brown stretched out her hand to stop him from speaking, staring straight at the boy.

The boy went from being naughty to being quiet and nodded timidly.

Jasmine Brown then let go.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said to Old Morgan and Alfred, "I like this lady."

The two did not take it seriously.

There are all kinds of people on this ship.

After dinner, Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth and stood up: "You guys eat slowly, I'm going to the bathroom."

He went to the bathroom, inserted a copper eye on the roof, and teleported to the food cold storage on G deck to start moving.

When he came back, he appeared on the sea, teleported the cold storage, and continued to move.

Back and forth, tirelessly.

On the last trip, Zhao Chuanxin teleported the cold storage, took the copper eye, and teleported to the restaurant bathroom.

He washed his face in front of the bathroom mirror, evaporated the water vapor with the greetings of Lord Run, and grinned in front of the mirror and said, "At least I left them a last dinner."

After eating and drinking, they set off.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Chuanxin went to the lounge, which was empty at this time.

He cut off the fireplace and took it away.

He went up the stairs and took away the clock embedded in the wall.

In the afterglow of the western sun, Frederick Fleet, the lookout on the watchtower, was doing his duty, leaning on his hand and looking into the distance.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, smiled and sent him to the restaurant bathroom, sat down in the restaurant, and ordered a cup of ice cream to eat.

It was 4:20 in the afternoon.

J.P. Morgan and Alfred Vanderbilt came together.

Old Morgan sat down and asked, "Zhao, what do you want to talk to us about?"

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs, smoked a cigar and said, "Wait a minute, let's talk about it when more people are here."

The two could only hold back and wait.

A couple walked into the restaurant. Zhao Chuanxin stood up and walked forward: "Mr. and Mrs. Herman, right?"

"Ah?" The two were confused: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a credential: "I am the head of Thomas Insurance. I need you to gather in the restaurant around 11 o'clock in the evening. Do you see the two people over there? When the time comes, you will sit with J.P. Morgan."

The two looked unhappy.

No one likes to be ordered around.

But when they saw old Morgan, they smiled again.

There is no way. In the United States, sometimes the powerful have to give three points of face to the rich.

Ordinary rich people are definitely not as rich as old Morgan.

The two apologized: "Excuse me!"

Then walked towards old Morgan, obviously to verify.

Old Morgan did not dare to reveal Zhao Chuanxin's details casually, but told them: "If he says so, believe him once for my sake."

The two were surprised.

Where did this Asian come from?

How could he make old Morgan bow his head?

Zhao Chuanxin waited one after another.

Until the end of dinner time, there were still two people who had not come to eat, so Zhao Chuanxin dragged Old Morgan and the others to find them in person.

Everything went smoothly.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered in the restaurant.

They were asking Old Morgan why they were gathering here.

Old Morgan was vague.

He couldn't tell them: Zhao Chuanxin asked me to come, how dare I not come?

At 11:10, Zhao Chuanxin appeared in the restaurant.

They were polite to Old Morgan, but they were not polite to Zhao Chuanxin.

"Sir, what do you mean by asking us to come here?"

"Yes, it's late, I usually go to bed."

"It's really too much..."

Zhao Chuanxin had taken off his Qilin suit.

At this time, he was wearing a tactical suit.

The waiter, who was panting, stepped forward to stop him because of his outfit: "Sir, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and cut towards his neck.

The waiter fell down without saying a word.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Old Morgan.

If you don't know who Old Morgan is, you might think that Old Morgan is cooperating with pirates to carry out robbery!

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hand.

In his hand, there was a Xingyue M1909 light machine gun, the one with a sound-absorbing cold iron silencer.

He fired at the thick carpet.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

"Ah..."

Everyone screamed.

Old Morgan also changed color.

He thought Zhao Chuanxin was crazy and was going to gather the rich people from all countries for a big purge.

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not hurt anyone.

He carried a gun and a cigar in his mouth, and said coldly: "Everyone, my name is Zhao Chuanxin. In order to save your lives, please cooperate with me now, and let's stay here obediently."

Alfred Vanderbilt asked terrified: "Mr. Zhao, why is this?"

"Wait, you will know what will happen later."

Everyone waited anxiously.

Someone tried to escape and walked quietly towards the bathroom.

Zhao Chuanxin saw it, but he just looked at his pocket watch and ignored it.

At 23:40 in the evening, lookout Frederick Fleet found a table-sized shadow in the distance, which gradually grew larger as the ship approached.

He was shocked and immediately rang the alarm bell on the bridge three times.

He picked up the phone and said, "There is an iceberg right ahead."

Murdoch, who received the news, was also surprised and ordered, "All engines slow down, full left rudder! Propeller No. 3 reverses backwards..."

It took only 37 seconds from Frederick Fleet to discover the iceberg to the Titanic hitting the starboard side of the iceberg.

In such a short time, it was too late for the first officer to give any order.

The violent collision broke the rivets on the bottom of the starboard side and partially cracked the waterproof bulkhead.

Seawater continued to pour in.

The Titanic had a displacement of 46,328 tons, and the supplies Zhao Chuanxin looted were only a few tons, a drop in the ocean, and could not affect the sinking of the ship at all.

The restaurant shook for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Okay, your unsinkable Titanic really hit an iceberg. Now who wants to die, please get out."

Everyone in the restaurant staggered, looking miserable...