The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In short, Zhao Chuanxian must get out.

Just as he was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Mr. Zhao, is this your friend?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and saw that it was Li Zining.

"Why are you everywhere?"

He suddenly became angry.

Zena Keith is suspicious, sneaks in, can she still meet an acquaintance?

In particular, she is a woman who is obviously deeply influenced by the west wind. She has a beautiful appearance and a very memorable face, making it easy for people to remember her.

Li Zining was even more angry. She came over to say hello out of kindness, why couldn't he be polite to her?

It seems that she didn't do anything wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are burgers over there. Oops, I'm really hungry. You talk, you guys talk first."

As he said that, he ran over and took the burger from the waiter's hand.

Zena Keith was confused.

And Li Zining couldn't figure out the situation.

After taking the burger, Zhao Chuanxin went out directly and went to the corner of the corridor to eat.

Firstly, he was worried about Chao Haiguang's suspicion, and secondly, he was also worried about Zena Keith's entanglement.

Anyway, the protagonist today is not myself.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, love between men and women was generally very stubborn and mysterious.

For example, the Zena Keith in front of me clearly said that she was bankrupt. With her personality, why the hell didn’t she know how to stay away from her, and she even took the initiative to back it up? Doesn't it show that you have a lot of money?

For example, some Kochi green teas from the Republic of China period had countless scumbags, but some people loved them to death.

As for Zhao Chuanxin, if it were him, hehe... just mess with him.

But if he has any emotion, write the character Zhao upside down!

Just when he was thinking about these things, he saw Li Zining following him.

Zhao Chuanxin was so angry: "Why are you still haunting me?"

Li Zining also got angry: "You are a great hero, you are a rich man, but you can't be so arrogant, right? Apart from some misunderstandings on the first day, how have I offended you? I just want to say something to you Just sorry!"

As she spoke, her own eyes turned red first.

"Hey, you have so many inner dramas? Do I need you to apologize? Just go ahead and do what you have to do." Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled. "get out."

With that said, he ate a burger in two bites, which was a mouthful of abyss.

"Why do you want me to get out?"

Zhao Chuanxin had an extra bottle of kvass in his hand, took a sip and put the burger down his stomach.

"You worship foreigners and favor foreigners. If you don't go away, who will?"

Li Zining did not feel that she worshiped foreigners. She was very angry. The little temper she had been spoiled by Li Ziyu broke out and she pushed Zhao Chuanxin.

Oh my god, can Zhao Chuanxin get used to her problem?

He immediately pushed her hard and pushed her back against the wall.

The impact was not light, and after two seconds, Li Zining came up in one breath.

"You, you, you pushed me?" Li Zining thought that Zhao Chuanxin was the kind of man who didn't hit women. "Would you like to push it again?"

Zhao Chuanxin was very happy: "In my life, this is the first time I heard such a strange request."

So, he stretched out his arm and pushed Li Zining hard again and again.

In the distance, a waiter sneaked up to the door of the restaurant. Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly heard a strange thumping sound coming from the corner. He stretched his head out of curiosity...

I'm Cao, what's going on?

He could only vaguely see a very beautiful woman, wearing a backless dress, her hair permed into Western-style waves, her back hitting the wall, and her mouth kept moaning.

His face turned red with embarrassment, and he was angry and suppressed his voice as he muttered: "It's really morally corrupt, corrupt morals, bad quality, the world is declining, people's hearts are old, values ​​are distorted, it's shameless..."

After scolding him for half a minute and looking at him intently for half a minute, he suddenly realized: I have important things to do, how could I waste my time on such a shameful thing?

So, I straightened my waiter's uniform, straightened my back, and pushed the door open.

His goal is-Zhao Chuanxin!

After entering the door, he walked straight towards Li Guangzong.

When Li Guangzong and Midun were thirsty and went to look for drinks, the waiter hurried over with a glass of red wine.

Li Guangzong was stunned: "Thank you very much."

However, the waiter suddenly whispered: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Sun Gongwu wants to see you."

Li Guangzong was really stunned at this time: "Who?"

Seeing that Li Guangzong didn't seem to have heard of this pseudonym, the waiter came closer and murmured in a low voice.

Li Guangzong immediately narrowed his eyes.

A flash of light flashed behind the glasses.

After the waiter finished speaking in a low voice, in order to avoid trouble, he moved away to maintain a normal distance and said in a low voice: "Mr. Sun Gongwu wants to talk to you."

Li Guangzong scanned for a week, but could not find Zhao Chuanxin.

This person obviously mistakenly thought he was Zhao Chuanxin.

But it didn't matter. He thought for a moment and agreed: "Time and place?"

"The time is tomorrow morning, you decide the location."

"Okay, then let's meet on Dragon's Back in Shi'ao Peninsula."

The waiter was relieved, with a smile on his face, nodded to Li Guangzong and turned around to go out.

After going out, he tilted his head and glanced, but the strange figures and movements were no longer there.

In fact, the strange figures and movements are still there, but in a different place.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed Li Zining until his back was numb and painful.

Li Zining cried.

Zhao Chuanxin annoyed her, so he turned around and left.

As for Li Zining, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually chased after him while crying.

Crying like this can easily be misunderstood.

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the darkness. Women must be afraid of the dark.

But Li Zining kept following him like a dog-skin plaster.

"You have to apologize to me."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back: "Just tell me, get out of here!"

"You are really a beast, a sanctimonious hypocrite!"

"Bah, I am a real villain, who can be called a hypocrite?"

"you are not human."

"You're still a dog, Lai Ba Dog!"

"You are not a man!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around: "Have you tried it? Why don't I remember?"

Li Zining was stunned for a moment, and then he became angry. He raised his hand and wanted to hit Zhao Chuanxin: "You rogue!"

Apparently she understood the meaning.

Bah, who do you think you are a pure person!

How dare you hit someone with tiny arms and legs?

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her wrist and slapped her with his backhand.

Snapped!

Li Zining was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped another forehand.

Seeing that Li Zining was still in a daze, he slapped him again with his backhand.

Of course, he didn't try his best, but there was a snap, and Li Zining's face immediately turned red.

She was really shocked. This man was really unaccustomed!

It doesn’t matter if you are a woman or not, I will beat you if you say so!

There is no such thing as a good man who doesn't fight with women, or a man who doesn't beat up weak women. Zhao Chuanxin doesn't exist here.

He would even kick down a naughty old woman in Lugang Town who dared to behave in a bad way.

If he was offended, the Queen Mother would also come down and slap them in the mouth.

Not to mention Li Zining.

"You are so fucking annoying. If you bother me again, I will beat you to death, do you hear me?"

I thought this woman was either frightened or crazy.

But what Zhao Chuanxin didn't expect the most was that Li Zining lowered his head and said calmly, "Yeah."

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin's head was buzzing.

You didn't read the almanac when you went out today. Are you suffering from mental illness?

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

With that said, he turned around and walked back.

He deliberately took long steps, after all, his height was there, and he walked at a speed that most women couldn't keep up with even at a trot.

When Li Zining trotted to catch up, he found that Zhao Chuanxin was gone.

She pushed open the door of the restaurant, and there were conversations and drinks in the restaurant. There was the clear sound of the collision of goblets everywhere.

She saw the foreign woman Zhao Chuanxin had just contacted.

The woman was communicating with Midun. She hurried over and listened.

Zena Keith smiled with a mature charm: "Mr. Midun, thank you for today's invitation."

Midun heard her accent and knew she was British, and he felt close to her.

"Miss Keith, you're welcome. Mr. Asahiguang said before that your recent painting exhibition went very smoothly. It seems that Miss Keith's skills have improved again."

"Just call me Zena." Being too modest is not popular in the West. Zena Keith said generously: "Yes, this is thanks to the guidance of a person who has very high painting talent and attainments. Yes. Yes, Mr. Midun, his name is Ethan Zhao, do you recognize him?"

She asked indirectly, trying her best to hide her emotions.

Ethan Zhao?

Midun had never heard of it.

He recognized Zhao Chuanxin.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know him. His name sounds like he's Chinese?"

Zena Keith breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhao Sang didn't lie to her. He might have really slipped in.

However, given his status, even though he is now bankrupt, it is not surprising that he knows a few people from the upper class.

"Yes, he is Chinese." Zena Keith nodded. "There are few Chinese people who have such a thorough understanding of Western art. If there is a chance, I will introduce him to you..."

Li Zining, who was listening next to him, rubbed his cheek that was no longer painful but warm. I thought there must be some dirty relationship between this foreign woman and that hateful Zhao Chuanxin.

Otherwise, why would she always ask about Zhao Chuanxin.

As a man, Midun might be careless and unable to understand, but as a woman, she could tell something from the clues on Zena Keith's expression every time she talked about Zhao Chuanxin.

Through the conversation, she also learned that Zena Keith had a Japanese husband and was present today.

Then this kind of relationship is even more filthy!

At this moment, a burly white man in a suit and leather shoes came to Li Zining.

"hello."

"Hello."

Li Zining glanced at him and replied calmly.

"Introduce yourself," the man said. "I, Edgar Lee, Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy."

In the past, Li Zining would still have been willing to communicate. After all, he was already a lieutenant commander with a very impressive title.

But after being whipped by Zhao Chuanxin today, she felt inexplicably irritated when she heard this man introduce himself: "Okay, I understand."

What?

You knew already?

This man is a little confused.

He continued: "That tall man is the one who came with the Lugang Town Charity Association and was not very polite to you. His name is Zhao, right?"

Li Zining suddenly became alert: "Why are you asking this?"

Her brother Li Ziyu once told her about the US spy agency.

During the American Revolutionary War, there was already an intelligence agency called Moulton.

However, after the victory of the War of Independence, the U.S. government began not to pay attention to foreign intelligence work, and even the "black rooms" engaged in code deciphering were closed.

Today, the intelligence work of the United States has long been in chaos. External affairs are jointly managed by multiple departments such as the State Department, the Army, and the Navy. Much of the intelligence has begun to become repetitive, trivial, and inefficient.

Many U.S. navies who came to China,

In fact, from a certain perspective, they are all spies.

However, Zhao Chuanxin's identity was too sensitive. When Li Zining saw this person asking about Zhao Chuanxin, he immediately became wary.

She was not an ignorant city woman, and she was not easily fooled.

When the major heard this, he showed a harmless smile: "You misunderstood. I actually have something to do with him, and I want you to make a connection. I just want to get to know him first. If it happens, I won't let your help go in vain." That’s not the way to be a friend.”

This is because he wants to pay to bribe Li Zining.

Many courtesans are also brokers.

The circulation of information is actually a kind of currency.

The major gave a look that said, "You know."

Li Zining gave him a cold look: "I won't accompany you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left to find Li Ziyu.

She believed that this man was definitely not a lieutenant colonel.

At this time, Britain and the United States were not in harmony because of Japan.

She even suspected that this person had sneaked in to spy on information. The things Zhao Chuanxin did in the United States were enough to make Americans hate him.

So, he quietly informed Li Ziyu about this matter.

Sure enough, when the man saw Li Zining leaving coldly, he looked a little flustered, turned around and left the banquet hall.

Li Ziyu searched around but couldn't find Zhao Chuanxin, so he went to Li Guangzong to make a report.

Seeing his anxious expression, Li Guangzong comforted him and said, "You don't understand, sir. It's okay. Let alone one American spy. Even if a hundred of them come, they will never come back."

"..."

Are you so confident?

Zhao Chuanxin is indeed very confident.

As a man, you can have no money or power, but you can't have both without self-confidence.

He has already left the Island Hotel.

Walking on the streets near the sea, the sea breeze blows on my face, and there is less noise from the traffic, which is quite enjoyable.

There was a short man with a thick beard and curly hair, carrying a musical instrument on his back. He went in and out of street restaurants and pubs one after another, and was kicked out again and again.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

"Hey, is that a guitar you're carrying?"

The man replied in broken English: "Yes, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin became interested.

At this time in China, it is almost impossible to see a guitar.

Even when he was in the United States, he never saw anyone playing guitar.

The development history of the guitar is very tortuous. In the mid-19th century, due to the emergence of a group of famous performing masters on piano and violin instruments, the guitar entered a low ebb in the history of music.

The Segovian era of the guitar has not yet come, and its past glory has come to an end. This is the time when the guitar is being neglected.

That is to say, Spaniards play guitar the most.

Looking at the appearance and features of the man in front of me, he should be Spanish.

"Sell me the guitar."

"Huh? That's not possible. I need it. I rely on it to survive."

The Spaniard said a little nervously when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was tall and powerful.

"How much did you pay for it?"

"It's very expensive, sir. It costs 30 yuan to buy a guitar!"

Musical instruments have always been expensive, even in later generations.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two piles of silver coins: "There are almost 40 here, sell them to me."

"It's not about money."

"50 yuan, this is the final price. If you don't sell it, I will leave."

"make a deal!"

Zhao Chuanxin took the guitar and played it twice, and there was a sound.

As for timbre, he didn't understand it at all.

But he can only play a song and a half. He memorized it by rote, and the girl who taught him happened to be using classical guitar.

The Spaniard handed over the guitar, said thank you and ran away happily.

Zhao Chuanxin took his guitar for a walk on the beach, and soon arrived at the boathouse.

The sea reflects the stars sparsely, and the dew condenses the moonlight.

In the night, he saw the fisherman girl sitting on the bow of the boat, staring blankly at his houseboat.

When Zhao Chuanxin's footsteps landed on the boat, there was a lot of movement.

The fisherman girl turned her head and said with some surprise in her voice: "Are you back?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching the boat for you. There are a lot of thieves around this time."

The little girl is too practical.

These small boats go out to the port every day to fish for sea goods. Although they don't go very far, they anchor in a different location every time they come back.

But the little girl's houseboat has always been on Zhao Chuanxin's side.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found that there were only two small boats here tonight.

No wonder the little girl is here to keep watch.

He sat down on the side of the boat.

The little girl asked curiously: "What are you holding?"

"This? This is called a guitar. It's a Western musical instrument."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin laid the guitar horizontally, plucked the strings lightly, and searched for feelings and memories.

It took at least a few minutes for my fingers to go from unfamiliar to skilled.

The little girl put her chin in her hands and listened quietly. She looked at it, but she couldn't understand whether it was good or bad.

After finding some feeling, Zhao Chuanxin said:

No one is required to understand it, let alone be kind to it. Sympathy will not comfort me, but make me cry...

Then, it stopped.

The little girl waited for a long time, her big eyes flashing: "Why don't you sing? It sounds so good."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled shyly: "I can play the beginning of this song."

When I first listened to this song, I thought the prefix was great, but I lost interest later on.

At this time, most people lacked entertainment, such as listening to operas or listening to music, which only people from a wealthy family could afford to do.

Poor people go about their daily routines and gossip about certain people. This is probably entertainment.

When Zhao Chuanxin was playing the guitar and singing, a houseboat actually came closer. Several fishermen parked nearby, and they all gathered around the side of the boat and looked at it.

"Sing one more!"

"Good singing."

When one person makes noise, others also help.

They are too idle.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and winked at the little girl: "Do you still want to hear it?"

The fisherman girl nodded and swung her braid.

He plucked the strings again, this time with a slower rhythm, and played the same intro twice.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this.

Listening to the music at this time, it is all drama. Have you ever heard of this piece played by Zhao Chuanxin?

The bell sounded the signal to return home, which seemed to be a bit sad in his life.

The meaning of yellow skin to him is a lifetime of dedication, and in the struggle for skin color...

After Zhao Chuanxin made some magical changes to the lyrics, it is quite appropriate in this era.

In the distance, there was a group of people walking in groups, like taking a walk after a meal.

They were also attracted by the singing and slowly approached...

1907 was just the beginning. All the excitement is yet to come. I don’t know why some people say they can’t continue writing.

Occasionally there are chapters that have been included, just find a way to revise them and release them.

Let’s put it this way, if you don’t have 4-5 million words, you can’t even finish the outline.

If you have a ticket, you can win a ticket, but if you don’t have a ticket, you can win an individual show.

Thank you all for your support along the way, it keeps me motivated. With results, the author can easily persevere.