The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Ten of these things may not be enough to share with the curious relatives and friends in Lugang Town.

Zhao Chuanxin is mainly a toy for his children.

Miao Cuihua frowned: "It's too expensive. Isn't it appropriate to give such expensive toys to children?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Otherwise, letting them be exposed to new things is much more important than money. Since there is no way to bring everything abroad, then bring it back abroad to let them gain knowledge, otherwise it will be easy for them to sit back and watch the sky, and they will be arrogant."

The biggest problem in Lugang Town now is Yelang's arrogance.

I feel that all the heroes in the world are just like this.

When Li Hongzhang went to New York on behalf of the Qing Dynasty, he came with an awesome attitude, and then went back dejected and silent.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gap is really the difference between ancient times and modern times.

In the 21st century, when Zhao Chuanxin was a child, he had never heard of or seen such a thing as an electric scooter, but it happened that it was already popular in Europe and the United States at the beginning of the 20th century.

In addition, Zhao Chuanxin also bought a bunch of wind-up toys, train models, etc...

They were all packed up and sent back to North Tarrytown in a hired vehicle.

Zhao Chuanxin's secret realm is full of necessary supplies, and these things cannot be allowed to take up space.

It's already afternoon.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his wrist to look at his watch and said, "Sister Hua, let's go to dinner."

He took Miao Cuihua to Stravinsky's restaurant.

This is a French restaurant.

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin went to high-end restaurants, he was usually accompanied by white people.

But this time it's different.

As soon as I walked in, I was stopped by the waiter: "Sir, Madam, please come to that area to dine."

Zhao Chuanxin looked in the direction he pointed and saw an inconspicuous corner, isolated, and the decoration there seemed to be deliberately poor.

Over there, there was a table of Asians and two black men in well-dressed clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the normal area: "I want to eat here."

The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, that's impossible."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his five fingers: "I'll give you five seconds, think carefully before answering."

The waiter frowned and shouted inside: "Manager, please come here."

The lobby manager has a vest and shirt, his hair is neatly combed, he is wearing a pair of glasses, and he is clean shaven.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and then at the waiter.

The waiter said: "This gentleman is going to dine here."

The manager understood, and he frowned: "Sir, that will disturb the guests here."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I think they are disturbing me, why don't you let them go to a corner to eat."

The manager's frown deepened: "Sir, this is Stravinsky's restaurant. You must know that those who come here are either rich or noble!"

Don't make trouble. If you make trouble, you won't be able to eat it.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Five seconds, you have five seconds to consider telling me again."

"Even if it takes five hours, that's impossible..."

"time up!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter, held the tail end, and swung the thick head of the Scepter up. The Scepter was like a tiger.

Side warehouse...

The manager's cheek was twisted and deformed, and one of his teeth flew out, followed by saliva and blood splashing.

Zhao Chuanxin backhand.

Side warehouse...

Two more teeth.

The waiter was shocked and instinctively wanted to help subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin, just like the great ancestor Zhao Zhongyi used to shoot Daozi, threw back the staff of salvation. The body of the staff slid in his palm, and the head of the staff was pressed against the tiger's mouth.

Due to inertia, the tail of the stick stuck into the waiter's abdomen.

The waiter immediately bent his body into a prawn shape.

Zhao Chuanxin held the Redemption Scepter with both hands, kicked the fallen manager to the right side, and then thrust it down.

Pfft...

Blood splattered on the door of Stravinsky's restaurant.

Eyeballs burst!

There was silence in the restaurant.

The door was firmly guarded by Zhao Chuanxin.

He pulled out the scepter of salvation and carefully rubbed it clean on the back of the bent waiter.

The voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the audience: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, a Chinese. He looks down upon others and won't let me come in to eat. This is what will happen."

From now on, if any restaurant in New York wants to isolate Chinese people from eating, I will stop it from opening.

I heard that you all have a good reputation. Are there any arrogant people who raise objections? "

As usual, when the words "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Then remain silent.

After waiting for a while, no one had the courage to come forward.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Since you won't say anything, no one is allowed to leave before I finish the meal, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the waiter's hair and pulled his body upright: "Zhuo Nima, can I go in to eat now?"

The waiter looked at him in fear: "Yes, sir, yes."

"Then you're too numb to get the menu?"

"Go here, go here..."

Zhao Chuanxin took Miao Cuihua's finger and sat in the best seat.

It doesn’t matter if there is a reservation here or not.

He snapped his fingers: "Prepare a dinner plate for my dog. The steak should be chopped and medium rare. No red wine. It should be paired with asparagus and no cream..."

Ganfan interrupted him: "Woof woof woof..."

After Zhao Chuanxian heard this, he said: "Mashed potatoes are the staple food, but bread is not required."

People around were surprised to see the dog sitting on the ground with a satisfied expression after Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking.

Seeing them looking at each other in silence, Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied: "What the hell are you looking at? How can I eat when you look at me like this? Is there any more royal law? Is there any more law?"

"..."

Everyone turned their heads in silence and tacit understanding, but no one touched the knife and fork again.

Miao Cuihua smiled bitterly: "Send me back later, it's too suffocating."

"I'm sorry, Sister Hua." Zhao Chuanxin patted her hand: "In the past, I wouldn't have brought you out to see such nonsense."

The implication is, now that you are my woman, it is best for you to see my life and know the ins and outs of the name "Butcher of the Far East".

Miao Cuihua understood.

If it were someone else, someone with a short temper would try to calm things down, and calming down others would always be the first choice for Chinese people.

Those with a bad temper may turn around and leave, and the most harsh words they leave behind are - without Butcher Zhang, will I still have to eat pigs with hair on them?

But she knew that Zhao Chuanxin, with his temper, would definitely be slapped in the face on the spot.

She just wanted to say two words to these people: You deserve to die! Who will die if you don’t die!

Miao Cuihua suddenly asked him: "Where do you plan to go after returning to China?"

I definitely can’t go back to Lugang Town.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Take Benjamin around. This kid has some evil thoughts in his head. Others are just illusions. According to him, the things in his head are real to him, so he needs to know more." Many things are perfect. I want to make the world in his head complete. Sister Hua, do you know that sometimes, one person can be worth a hundred thousand soldiers, this is true. "

An ordinary man shows off his courage for a moment, but smart people have a great influence on the world structure.

This era is especially full of talents.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of the deep-rooted culture of the Central Plains, science in China did not flourish for a long time.

Even if a few outstanding people emerge sporadically, they will be swept away by the general trend and submerged in the wave of Confucianism.

Even during the Qing and Min eras, the country was still mostly dominated by liberal arts students. There are very few science students.

Zhao Chuanxin not only has to train his eldest disciple, but also has to control him tightly once he develops him, otherwise he is very likely to become an enemy.

The two talked in Chinese, chatting while eating, and occasionally interrupted during the meal.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin, Miao Cuihua and Ganfan walked out.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the police again.

This time, there was a different police chief, but they were all so sincere: "Mr. Zhao, stop it. Really, this matter has been reported to the City Council and they reported it to Washington. Don't make a big deal out of it, Zhao." Sir, I heard that Washington has established a transoceanic connection to communicate with the Qing Dynasty..."

Zhao Chuanxin straightened the collar of his coat and wondered: "Why communicate with the Qing Dynasty? Don't make trouble, it's getting late, I have to go home."

The police chief breathed a sigh of relief. The sun had set just in time, and the god of plague was about to return home.

…

The White House did contact the Qing court.

Forbidden City.

Cixi still lived in Chuxiu Palace, but Chuxiu Palace was renovated. Because the last time he was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin, it was riddled with holes, and the roof was almost lifted.

Here she met Prince Qing, Aixinjueluo Yikuang.

"What's the matter, are you so anxious to see me? Are the gangsters in the south causing trouble again?"

This year, the rebellious parties have caused trouble one after another. Although they have been wiped out many times, Cixi is very annoyed.

She felt that those gangsters were like flies. They did not pose much of a threat to her, but they were very annoying.

Sixty-nine-year-old Aixinjueluo Yikuang is also very old. He is thin and weak, and his speech is trembling: "No, it's not them. It was the United States that called the Foreign Affairs Department of the Military Aircraft Service and asked us to extradite Zhao Chuanxin."

Cixi's dim eyes suddenly widened: "What do you care about us? Besides, what does extradition mean?"

The transfer of transnational criminals is called extradition, and they are sent back to their home country for sentencing and punishment.

Can the Qing court judge Zhao Chuanxin?

Aixinjueluo Yikuang sighed: "Zhao Chuanxin scuttled an American battleship in New York."

Cixi had already heard the news, but still found it incredible.

This scourge is no longer just competing with people, but now it even affects the huge steel machines.

"Because of this, they asked us to get Zhao Chuanxin back?"

Cixi asked in a deep voice.

Isn't this a joke? You can't do it, but I can do it?

Aixinjueluo Yikuang shook his head: "The United States has caused disaster by embezzling its assets, and it should swallow the bitter fruit. But they insist on it because of the aftermath."

"What's the matter?"

"Zhao Chuanxin forced the United States to amend the bill, and the United States also wanted to expel him from the country. Although the two parties reconciled, it only lasted for ten days. Within ten days, Zhao Chuanxin was killed or injured on the grounds of discrimination, and the camera responded. There were no less than a dozen people. There were various places, including train stations, restaurants, theaters, etc. The people of New York were in panic and panic, and because it was difficult for the police to punish them, they had to consult with Zhao Chuanxin and Yan Xiang every time they went to the scene. He then called us and asked us to extradite him back to the country."

Cixi's mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, she felt a little relieved inexplicably?

Aren’t you great powers awesome?

Now that the scourge of Zhao Chuanxin is gone, are you afraid?

But I'm also angry at Zhao Chuanxin. If you cause trouble outside, you can also bring trouble to the court. What a scourge!

Cixi frowned: "But what's the use of them calling us?"

Aixinjueluo Yikuang shook his head and laughed: "He said he was protesting against our release of Zhao Chuanxin and asked us to keep a close watch on him..."