The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

According to normal logic, if he says "What are you looking at", no matter what happens, the other party will say hello, right?

The man shrank his head with a guilty conscience.

"Huh?"

Interestingly, if it weren’t for the evil in his heart, Zhao Chuanxin would be willing to perform a handstand to have diarrhea on the spot.

He wanted to chase, but he couldn't run with the slippers on his feet.

After chasing him to the end of the corridor, the man was nowhere to be seen.

After going to the public restroom, he took out his shoes from the secret space and put them on.

Quietly walked to the door of the hotel, leaned against the wall and glanced outside.

Across the street, squatting were two no-good guys who looked like they were not good at first glance.

He immediately thought of Yang Jinfa.

Does this guy still want to blackmail me?

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help laughing as he thought about it.

That little troll dared to stir up trouble with the old age. I am really impatient.

Thinking about it, he opened the door generously and walked towards the opposite side.

The pupils of the two second-rate men suddenly shrank.

The two looked at each other with nervous expressions on their faces.

One of them pretended to be calm and said: "Let's go to the teahouse."

Behind them is a teahouse, which is also open at night.

Palace lanterns, colorful eaves, gold-painted red carpets, crowds of people, business is pretty good.

The two of them entered the teahouse. Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the signboard, which actually said Yuan Shengqing.

Isn't this the property of Niu Zihou's family?

They even drove to Tianjin!

He strolled inside.

There are dozens of large lacquered square tables with armrests and chairs, a blue-tiled balcony and a veranda with painted walls, and a storyteller is being read on the stage.

"Sir, please come inside."

The waiter greeted me with a smile and showed attentiveness.

Zhao Chuanxin threw a silver dollar over and said, "If you serve me well, there will be a reward!"

The creases in the corners of the boy's eyes smiled so hard that he could kill a fly: "I promise to serve you well!"

Wiping tables and chairs, serving tea and water, and even pressing Zhao Chuanxin's shoulders after he sat down.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of cake and said, "Find a way to buy me some of Lao Maosheng's big butter biscuits."

The boy took Dayang and said, "Okay, I'll get it back for you."

What was said on the stage was "The Heroes of the Ming Dynasty", and it talked about Liu Bowen's white ape offering a book. The audience listened attentively and cheered from time to time.

Eight points, two points, Zhao Chuanxin is not interested in this kind of traditional book, and it is far less favorable than Shan Tianfang, who came later.

He stared straight at the two fools squatting against the wall in the corner.

Both of them were close to tears.

You said you followed us into the teahouse and didn't listen to the book. Why were you staring at us?

Now they have been able to confirm that Zhao Chuanxin has discovered their tracking.

Neither leaving nor staying.

The two of them could only bite the bullet and not make eye contact with Zhao Chuanxin, pretending to listen to the book.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, "You are not in a hurry, and I am not in a hurry."

He is not afraid of the regular armies of the great powers, how can he be afraid of these two scoundrels?

So he folded his legs and leaned on the back of the chair to drink tea.

Not long after, the boy came back carrying a bag of biscuits.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Lao Maosheng has closed. I took it upon myself to buy another biscuit. It's also a big butter biscuit. It's not as famous as Lao Maosheng, but the taste is not bad. You try it first. If it doesn't taste good, smoke it. I’m good with both mouths.”

He welcomes and welcomes guests all the year round, has a sharp eye and a sharp tongue. Usually, for things like this that are difficult to handle despite being rewarded, he has to agree first and put aside those that are easy to handle but not easy to handle. He must be able to talk things through.

The worst case scenario is that if you really get whipped, you won't die if you get whipped twice.

"It's interesting." Zhao Chuanxin said that there are so many talents here. "For your reward."

Another piece of ocean flew over.

Leave it to future generations and sell the crown properly!

Then, the boy began to explain the storytelling on stage to Zhao Chuanxin.

But he found that Zhao Chuanxin was not interested in this, but kept looking at the two gangsters over there.

He said: "Those two people should be gangsters. They usually hang out together in Xichenggen. Their leader is Yang Jinfa. They don't do big evils but are constantly doing small evils. They take food and get cards. If they don't give, they will lie down at the door and refuse to let them. The guests come in. If it doesn’t work, they will draw lots, and whoever wins the lottery will smash his head with a brick. This will affect the business. If there is no other way, the boss must give money..."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled.

Drawing lots for such a thing is really a talent.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin laughing, the boy got even more excited: "Sir, you think it's ridiculous. They slap themselves, and then they laugh too. What they want is that aura that makes you feel frightened. Whoever plays hard, then Then he became famous in Tianjin..."

In any case, Zhao Chuanxin finally knew that these two people were indeed Yang Jinfa's younger brothers.

While listening to the boy's explanation of the interesting stories about Guohuo in Tianjin city, he soaked the biscuits in tea water until they softened, and then ate them with a spoon.

When he was a child, his grandma often bought him calcium milk biscuits. While he waited for his grandfather to make tea, he would pour a cup of hot tea and put the biscuits in it to soak.

Grandpa often complained that he made the teacup dirty.

Thinking of the life trajectory of my great ancestor Zhao Zhongyi in this life, a turning point has quietly taken place. Great-great-grandfather Zhao Hongzhi will definitely be different from before when he marries a wife and has children in the future. Then my grandfather would not have been born, and there would be no grandma.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin's mood suddenly dropped.

Maybe my grandma will still be born?

This gave him an impulse.

Why not give grandma's family a large sum of money to make their life easier?

Grandma and her whole family should still be in Shandong at this time.

However, he immediately pressed this idea.

If he had gone by himself, there was a high chance that grandma would not have been born.

I ate spoonful after spoonful in silence, the biscuits were soft and rotten, the memories were bumping on my tongue, and I didn't know how many years of life I had swallowed.

Just when he was immersed in the logic of reincarnation, the two gangsters took advantage of his daze and sneaked out.

"Sir, they're leaving."

The boy's voice alarmed Zhao Chuanxin.

When he turned around, the two of them had already arrived at the door.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxian noticed them, the two began to run away.

Throwing down two pieces of ocean: "Check out."

No change was given, so he just walked away.

The two gangsters worked hard, wishing they could put wheels on their legs.

After running for a long time, when I was out of breath, I turned back.

Dry!

Zhao Chuanxin bent over and held his knees behind them, gasping and panting: "Why are you two running? Couldn't you please explain what you have to say clearly?"

He usually doesn't exercise. Although he has great strength, his endurance and perseverance are average.

The two gangsters were already exhausted, but now they felt inexplicably full of strength and continued running.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up.

He also thought that the other party just wanted to extort money or something, and he would not risk his life to pursue it.

If your body is exhausted, people all over the country will be worried about it.

Following the two of them, Zhao Chuanxin had already run a long way.

The sky was overcast and it started to rain.

At this time, the Beijing-Tianjin area was not as hot as it would be in later generations. It was raining this season and it was quite cool. Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly found the eaves for cover and took out a black windbreaker to put on.

Just when I was about to open an umbrella, I saw a group of people running, not taking shelter from the wind and rain, keeping their heads down and just moving forward.

These people were wearing police uniforms and carrying guns. They looked like they were on official duty.

Zhao Chuanxin opened his umbrella and followed behind with big steps, ready to watch the fun.

The group of patrol officers dispersed at the hotel where Zhao Chuanxin was staying, blocking the front and back doors, and pointing their rifles at the door.

About a dozen people rushed into the hotel and arrested him.

Zhao Chuanxin held an umbrella and came to a patrolman who was standing ready with a gun: "Hey, brother, it's so late and it's raining so heavily. Why are you still performing official duties?"

The patrolman was startled. When he turned around, the rainwater from the edge of Zhao Chuanxin's umbrella rushed into the patrolman's eyes.

He squinted his eyes and said angrily: "What's going on? It's okay. Just walk away, be careful of splattering blood on you!"

Ever since he sent the abducted Zhang Zehui home, Zhao Chuanxin learned that these patrols had actually done a lot of practical things, and his impression of them improved a lot.

He took out a cigarette and held an umbrella to cover the other party: "Come on, take one to get rid of the cold and cheer up."

The patrolman wore a police cap, and the shoulder straps of his black uniform were marked "Second Bureau, Southern Section" and "0057".

The brim of the police hat could not protect him from the rain, so he had to lower his head to prevent his cigarette from going out.

Others also looked over here.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that their commander led a team into the hotel and there was no one to supervise them, he smiled and took out the cigarettes and distributed them one by one. He used an umbrella to cover them and helped light them with matches.

"Brothers, I invite you this round!"

It's a pity that there is no clock, otherwise it would have to be struck.

Several people nodded to him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Which criminal thief are you trying to catch, and you need such a battle?"

"It's harmful, I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

Number 0057 was holding a cigarette in his mouth and holding a gun. He turned his head and said to Zhao Chuanxin with a mysterious face: "Zhao Chuanxin, have you heard of him?"

This sentence made Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding a cigarette next to him, tremble.

The smoke was so good that it didn't fall to the ground.

"It's actually him?

Why haven't I heard of him? It is said that this man is handsome, kind-hearted, sweeps the floor without killing ants, and cares about moths covering gauze lamps. He is an extremely good person.

Why are you arresting him? "

He said in his heart: Yes, this is me!

Number 0057 was silent for a moment.

"Actually, I admire what he has done. But my superiors have orders and I have to obey them."

Smoke puffed out from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

"Okay, then how do you know he's here?"

0057 has a good impression of Zhao Chuanxin.

The cigarettes in their hands were foreign cigarettes, which they were usually reluctant to smoke.

"I heard it was a pretty boy who turned the whistle on. I'd say there's no good thing about a pretty boy. I don't know exactly what happened. We came here as soon as we received the emergency order."

At this time, the police probably did not have any confidentiality system.

One cigarette or three cups and two drinks, there is probably nothing that cannot be said.

Nodding, Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and it was immediately annihilated by the water.

He said: "Brothers, I wish you all the best. I'm sleepy and have to go back to sleep.

I’ll treat everyone to a drink when I get the chance.

Farewell! "

"I will not send you far as I am on official business."

…

Of course Zhao Chuanxin didn't go home because he had no home here.

As he walked, he thought: It's time to buy real estate in Tianjin City.

Tianjin City may become more and more lonely in the future, but at this time, geographically speaking, Tianjin City is an important economic hub and is at its peak.

Lugang Town often needs to buy foreign goods here, and it is also a transit point for going to the south.

You can't stay in a hotel every time you come.

He did not go to other hotels, but headed towards the Jinmen Visiting Bureau.

As the general manager, Yang Yide, even though he has great contributions, will definitely not come to the scene in person if there is personal danger.

In his opinion, wherever Zhao Chuanxin is present, there must be a bloody disaster.

In the Visitation Bureau office, he paced back and forth, anxiously waiting for the good news to come back.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Yide, who was worried about gains and losses, was agitated.

"Come in!"

How bold a person is, how productive the land is.

What he hopes most is to bring Zhao Chuanxin to justice (as a stepping stone), but what he fears most is that the consequences of a failed arrest will be disastrous.

Look, under the leadership of Zhao Chuanxin, what the Lugang Town Insurance Team did was just personnel matters?

Whoever dares to play tricks will be beaten, and those who have the courage to stand up to the powers of the world will do so.

Even the famous Alexander the Great did not dare to be so iron-blooded.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Yide blinked and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"you……"

With his fist clenched and blocked in front of his mouth, Zhao Chuanxin pretended to cough twice: "Ahem, hello, Xiao Yang."

Yang Yide's body began to tremble.

He opened his mouth, but Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "You will end up miserable if you dare to shout!"

Sure enough, Yang Yide didn't dare to speak out.

He was puzzled. Even if a large number of police were deployed tonight, and even if many people were off duty, there were still police on guard after all.

Where did these guys die?

When he thought of death, he couldn't help but get excited and thought of a terrible situation.

How did Zhao Chuanxin come in without alerting anyone?

He was shocked because revenge was ahead of schedule than he thought!

Is this the legendary revenge that doesn’t last overnight?

Zhao Chuanxin moved the chair in front of his desk as if no one was around.

He patted the rain that was blown by the wind and muttered, "This is a day full of positive energy."

But Yang Yide still didn't dare to speak.

He just stood there dumbly.

The shadow of a famous tree, the words Zhao Chuanxin, anyone who underestimates him must have already suffered from him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his chair and sat down.

Leaning on the back of the chair, the body is extremely stretched.

Da ChiChi spread his legs and tilted his neck back.

Then I saw a food box on the table, which contained reddish-brown beef jerky.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed one and flicked it with his fingers. It was hard!

He smiled: "Hey, Xiao Yang, your late night snacks are very solid!"

Yang Yide was about to cry.

If the tears can save his life, he doesn't mind the tears flowing into a river!

Finally he spoke: "That, that, if Mr. Zhao likes it, feel free to eat it, feel free to eat it."

"I'll eat your grandma's legs!" Zhao Chuanxin stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the trembling Yang Yide, reached out and patted his face: "Xiao Yang, do you know what I admire most about you?"

Yang Yide's teeth chattered: "What is it?"

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his face and squeezed out the words through his teeth: "I admire your courage the most!

Americans don't dare to show their teeth to me, Japanese people see my legs are weak, Mao Zi is not afraid of anything, are you convinced by me?

Who gave you the courage? "

Where has Yang Yide ever experienced such humiliation?

He was angry and scared, his face was blue and red, and his hands and feet began to tremble.

Seeing his cowardice, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly figured it out.

Low profile?

I'm not a low-key person, okay?

Being low-key will only make this kind of Xiaoxiao think that he is easy to bully.

He reached out and pushed Yang Yide, who sat down on the chair.

What a strength!

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the mirror in the office, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, and nodded to himself in the mirror: "Well, as handsome as you are, I can't stop doing my job from now on!"

Showing off is his main job!

Looking in the mirror, Zhao Chuanxin noticed that Yang Yide was holding the table with one hand and secretly reaching towards the drawer with the other hand.