The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The ten-mile foreign market is bustling with people.

The Huangpu River is full of boats, and the streets are full of people.

Shops are lined up in rows.

Benjamin Goldberg had never seen such a lively place. Even as prosperous as New York, there was no such exaggerated fireworks.

My eyes can't see enough.

The shrewd rickshaw driver used Shanghainese to discuss with the honest driver and asked him to slow down so that the two rickshaws could run parallel.

It's just that the speed seems too slow.

"Master, look, what's in their baskets?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw two men on the street carrying a large weighing pole and said, "That's bacon."

"If the basket is placed on the ground, won't it get stained with dirt?"

“Don’t worry, it’s clean and hygienic!”

A manure man passed by carrying a load that gave off a foul smell. His shoes were still stained with manure.

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

In the 21st century, Shanghai's workplace has a special feature. It is a mixture of Chinese and English, but it is not so foreign. At some point, this behavior was ridiculed by the crowd.

In fact, this root can be traced back to the Shili Foreign Market in the early 20th century.

A barber shop has a large piece of glass on the door, and a piece of paper is stuck under the glass. Since there are no effective waterproof measures at this time, the writing on the paper is a little faded, but Zhao Chuanxin can still vaguely make out the word "barber shop" and the Chinese characters under it. "hairdressine" letters.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know why the word ended with "ine" instead of "ing". Maybe the English at this time was different from that of later generations.

Like the barber shop in Lugang Town, it uses semi-floor-to-ceiling windows, which is very fashionable.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to two head-wrapped women wearing thick cotton jackets sitting next to the barber shop: "Master, why are they sitting here embroidering?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it and said, "That's the sole of the shoe. They can't sew it together."

"Master, what is sewing poverty?"

Benjamin Goldberg has a very high IQ, but when he came to Shanghai, he found that he couldn't understand many things.

"Sewing poverty means mending clothes for others. The service targets are poor people, so it is called sewing poverty. You can't make much money all day long."

What about Manchu and Han jewelry, Wenyuan Silver Tower, and even Fengxiang Silver Tower? I wonder if they are the same as Lao Fengxiang in later generations.

There are opium dens that have been closed, and there are still anti-smoking couplets posted on the doors.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to a cage again and asked a group of onlookers: "Master, what is that?"

This time, it was Zhao Yixian who solved his doubts.

Zhao Yixian said pitifully: "This is a standing cage. The standing person's feet do not touch the ground, only the toes are pointed, and the neck is stuck outside the cage. At first, he can maintain his standing position, but when he is exhausted, he can only let his neck get stuck. Outside, you will gradually suffocate and die. Only the most sinful people cannot enjoy it."

In fact, this method of death is extremely uncomfortable, so it is also a form of torture.

As they were walking, there was a lot of noise in an inn on the road ahead, which attracted the attention of Zhao Chuanxin and others.

I just wanted to watch the fun, but unexpectedly there were acquaintances of Zhao Chuanxin in the scenery, it was Zhang Mouzhi and his wife, and Zhang Leyi in his arms.

Because Zhao Chuanxin's rickshaw was running slowly, Zhang Mouzhi and the others were caught up in the lead.

Zhao Chuanxin was at a loss when he saw Zhang's wife holding Zhang Leyi, and Zhang Leyi was crying loudly. One of them pointed at Zhang Leyi who was crying and yelled: "You little beast, if you cry again, I will throw you out to feed the wild dogs."

Another person grabbed Zhang Mouzhi's collar: "The shopkeeper has already paid the money, what do you say?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin said to the driver: "Stop the car and wait for me for a while."

The shrewd driver yelled, "You will have to pay extra if you stop and wait for others."

Zhao Chuanxin paid no attention to it.

He strolled towards the inn and, with one hand in hand, pushed away the crowd of spectators.

When he came to Zhang's wife, he saw that Zhang Leyi was still clutching the carving of the corpse forest father he had given her, and he bared his teeth at her.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Zhang Leyi burst into laughter.

It can be seen that they are really destined.

The two little gangsters were not afraid when they saw Zhao Chuanxin. One of them pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and yelled: "How dare you take care of my work, Zhang Asi?"

Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Asi's extended index finger, and pinched it back.

Click.

Zhang Asi let out a "ouch".

He covered his wrist and looked at his index finger that was bent at 90 degrees toward the sky in disbelief.

Another hooligan retreated in shock: "We are from the Youth Gang, my senior brother is Yuan Shanbao, and my godfather is Chen Shichang. I advise you to be more knowledgeable..."

Zhao Chuanxin went up with a big armband: "Yuan Shanbao, right?"

The backhand is a big armband again: "Chen Shichang, right?"

The man was stunned and wanted to fight back, but he stretched out his hand as if to tickle Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin went over with his arm again, knocked him down and flew away: "Fight back, right?"

There was applause all around.

Zhang's wife was so frightened that she quickly pulled the head of the house and stood behind Zhao Chuanxin.

She explained to Zhao Chuanxin: "As soon as we entered the inn, a man selling cigarettes came. We bought a box, and these two people came in to extort money, saying that the inn was not allowed to sell cigarettes privately, and buying cigarettes was also illegal... "

Zhang Asi ran over and used his good hand to lift up little Karami on the ground: "Yue Sheng, are you okay?"

Du Yuesheng, who was not yet twenty years old, shook his confused head and said: "It's okay."

Zhang Asi suddenly saw a patrolman passing by and shouted: "Help, there's a murderer..."

This was a Chinese patrolman wearing a rattan hat. He walked over with a puffy chest and a swaying step, and the crowd automatically made way for him.

"Zhang Asi, what's the matter with you?"

Zhang Asi pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "He wants to kill people, he wants to kill us."

The Chinese patrol officer looked Zhao Chuanxin up and down and said, "Come with me and inform his family to bring bail money to redeem him."

Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved: "Redemption of mud paralysis."

The Chinese patrolman's eyes widened and he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "What did you say?"

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward as fast as lightning and grabbed his finger.

Click...

The crowd fell silent.

Conflicts on the streets are common in Shiliyangchang, but openly harming patrol officers is another matter.

Zhang Mouzhi's eyelids twitched.

It's better to lose money and avoid disaster. Now it's a big deal.

The Chinese patrolman pulled out a solid wood baton with his left hand. Before he could swing it, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and grabbed it.

He grabbed it easily and passed with a backhand stick.

The Chinese patrolman tilted his head to the side, and his teeth flew into the sky.

Zhao Chuanxin threw away his baton: "It's a blackmail on my head, and I have to pay the fucking ransom. If you don't pay the ransom today, you won't be able to walk out of this street alive."

The Chinese patrolman got up from the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said viciously: "You wait, you wait..."

They had always arrested people for ransom, and this was the first time they were held to ransom.

As he spoke, he ran away to fetch reinforcements.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the collar and said, "You don't understand, right? You want to leave without paying the ransom?"

Du Yuesheng and Zhang Asi were shocked, could this man be crazy?

Beating the patrol and extorting money from the patrol?

They are actually the "informants" of the patrol room, and should be regarded as "informants" in future generations. Therefore, they have a deep relationship with the patrol, and the patrol will go astray without saying a word.

The Chinese patrolman frowned and wanted to be tough.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption and smashed it down on the Chinese patrolman's arm.

Click.

The patrolman's arm dropped unnaturally, obviously broken.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin stared at him and asked, "Do you want to pay the ransom?"

"Hand it, hand it..."

The Chinese patrolman took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin with a trembling hand.

Zhao Chuanxin put it in his pocket and said cheerfully: "I have the car money."

He kicked him, and the Chinese patrolman flew upside down and rolled three times on the ground before stopping, which showed how strong the force was.

He vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, but he didn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the two Kalamis again and asked condescendingly: "Yue Sheng? Your name is Du Yuesheng?"

Du Yuesheng hesitated to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter and waved it violently.

Click.

Du Yuesheng's arms dropped: "Ah..."

"What the hell am I asking you? Are you deaf?"

Du Yuesheng nodded fiercely: "Yes, my name is Du Yuesheng."

At this time, Du Yuesheng was just a member of the Ka Family Army, a low-level ant, far less majestic than the later generations.

Zhang Asi next to him had a look of resentment in his eyes and gritted his teeth at Zhao Chuanxin: "Our Qing Gang will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair with his left hand, and slammed it down on his cheek with his right hand.

Zhang Asi was immediately hit with his face pressed to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stamped it suddenly.

Zhang Asi's eyes widened and gradually became bloodshot, and he took his last breath.

I will never die with my eyes in peace.

Du Yuesheng crawled back on his hands and feet, his eyes full of fear.

Even a fool can see that the man in front of him must be a murderer, and he could kill Zhang Ah Si without blinking an eye.

Zhang Mouzhi and Zhang's wife were also dumbfounded.

"You still dare to threaten me?" Zhao Chuanxin kicked Zhang Asi's body aside and turned to look at Du Yuesheng: "Remember today, ten years later, Zhao comes to Shanghai again. If he hears you doing anything evil, Zhang Asi is your fate."

Then he stood up straight and looked at the crowd: "Whether it's the British, French or Japanese patrols, when they come, they tell people that Zhao Chuanxin killed him, and Zhao is going to the British Consulate now. This couple, No matter who dares to persecute the British, French and Japanese, Zhao will first chisel his warships and then raze their barracks to the ground, don’t say he was unprepared.”

The melon-eating masses went straight to the point of frying.

"It's the God of War."

"It's Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao is coming to Shanghai."

Du Yuesheng was so frightened that he felt like chaff.

This is Zhao Chuanxin. Didn't you read the almanac when you went out today?

Zhang's wife and Zhang Mouzhi looked at each other, and Zhang's wife said, "Le Yi has taken advantage of the noble man."

Zhang Mouzhi smiled bitterly: "People are already dead, so it's better to lose money and avoid disaster."

"What do you know?" Zhang's wife said: "This ten-mile foreign market is lively and lively, but it is also chaotic. With the reputation of the God of War, who dares to provoke us?"

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the rickshaw: "Let's go."

The shrewd coachman didn't even dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin, let alone mention the extra money.

The journey to the British Consulate was smooth sailing.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of ocean: "You two share it, and the rest is a tip."

"No, Mr. Zhao doesn't need to pay for the ride..."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "I'm here to blackmail you for your car money, right?"

With that said, he threw the money on the car seat and took the people away.

"You two wait outside."

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the door of the consulate, the guard at the door stopped him: "No idlers are allowed in."

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his coat: "I'll blind you and I'll negotiate the mining rights with Zhemei Sen."

The guard was suspicious: "Aren't your people already inside?"

"What can they decide? Without me, who will pay?"

The guard was a British guy. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's crazy tone and his aura of awesomeness, he couldn't help but be suspicious: "I need to search him."

"I'm trying to paralyze you. Get out of my way immediately after three numbers!"

Today, Zhao Chuanxin will not tolerate others, he just wants to fight against the sun.