The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin did not miss any of the weapons beside the corpses of the British soldiers lying at the door, and put away all the guns and ammunition.

Nowadays, the market is so big that you can’t just buy weapons, otherwise your money will suffer.

Seeing Qu Benqiao and the others' dumbfounded looks, Zhao Chuanxin said shyly: "I'll make you laugh. Zhao is so simple and unpretentious. He spends a penny in half."

Qu Benqiao was unsure. He didn't know whether Zhao Chuanxin could really regain the mining rights for only 200,000 taels of silver.

But he still hesitated: "Mr. Zhao, if we sign the contract, how will our equity be distributed?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said: "Zhao bought the shares in honor of his reputation. He doesn't ask for much, and he only takes 30%. You can allocate the rest by yourselves."

Qu Benqiao's family has been in business for generations and he is a very well-established person.

He whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, we have prepared more than 2 million taels of silver."

What he meant was that if Zhao Chuanxin really regained the mining rights, it would be better to give the money to Zhao Chuanxin.

This is a smart person. It seems that he is not taking advantage, but he is taking advantage of it.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Isn't it free to buy equipment? Isn't there any cost in labor? Give me the best, and the shares will still be divided into 30 and 70. I don't care how you allocate them, I only want 3. Go back and tell those people, who dares to There's something fishy going on inside, be careful I, Zhao Chuanxin, go over and pick off his head."

When Qu Benqiao heard this, he patted his chest and assured: "That won't happen. If anyone dares to do this, Qu will report it to Zhao Chuanxin personally."

Feng Jichuan pointed outside: "Mr. Zhao, what about now?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You are just here waiting for the situation to subside. This has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, he leaned over, hugged Ganfan's neck and whispered a few words.

Everyone saw that the dog was nodding its head. Could it really understand human speech?

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he came to the window and took a look outside. There were about fifty or sixty people there. Some squatted or stood, crowded into two rows, with their guns pointed at the door and the window respectively.

It seemed that he just waited for Zhao Chuanxin to appear and killed him in one fell swoop.

Zhao Chuanxin turned back to Zhe Meisen with a sneer: "Are you still lucky and think it will be difficult for Zhao to escape?"

Zhemei Sen quickly denied: "That's not the case."

"But you won't take the initiative to let them disperse, right?"

Zhemeisen: "..."

He suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Violent and intensive gunshots were heard outside, mixed with human screams.

Click...

The window glass was shattered by stray bullets and glass fragments were scattered on the floor.

Zhe Meisen, Qu Benqiao and others squatted behind tables, chairs and benches with their heads in their hands, not daring to show their heads at all. They all relied on listening and guessing what was going on outside.

The commotion stopped shortly after, and even the screams disappeared.

Qu Benqiao found the dog and ran out through the crack in the door.

After waiting for a while, Feng Jichuan gathered his courage and tiptoed to the window and looked out.

I saw corpses of British soldiers everywhere, including British, Indian and Vietnamese.

But they all wore British military uniforms.

The picture is so terrible!

Feng Jichuan had never seen such a tragic scene, with so many corpses piled on top of each other, with blood and... internal organs everywhere.

But all their weapons were gone, and they were all taken away by Zhao Chuanxin.

Perhaps seeing that Feng Jichuan was okay, Zhe Meisen also cautiously came to the window and looked outside.

"vomit……"

Zhe Meisen bent over and vomited loudly.

The huge fear and guilt nearly suffocated him. Extreme emotions can trigger vomiting.

It wasn't the bloody smell that caused him to vomit, because the window was closed.

Why feel guilty? If he had come forward and asked these people to leave, they wouldn't have died so miserably.

With dozens of lives lost, it turns out that the God of War is worthy of his reputation, but is it worth it?

Zhe Meisen was devastated.

Although he is the chairman of British Fortune, he is also the British Consul General in Shanghai?

He is responsible for this.

Seeing his distracted look, Qu Benqiao could only cup his hands and say, "Farewell."

But Zhemei Sen had never heard of it. After vomiting, there was filth hanging from the corners of his mouth and beard, and he still stood there at a loss.

I don’t know how long it took, but a staff member ran in in a panic and shouted: "Mr. Zhemeisen, something bad has happened. Our two warships docked in the Huangpu River... have sunk!"

Zhemei Sen finally came back to his senses, his lips trembling: "What?"

"It's sunk. Two battleships have sunk." The staff looked like the sky had fallen: "Two of our ships, one from Japan and one from Italy, a total of four ships have sunk..."

Zhemison gasped.

This must have been done by Zhao Chuanxin.

Not only did he kill dozens of British soldiers, he ran non-stop to the Huangpu River and scuttled four warships.

It is understandable to chisel Japanese warships. It is well known that Zhao Chuanxin hates the Japanese deeply, and the two sides are now regarded as sworn enemies.

Sinking the British warship should be the price for not recalling the besieging soldiers outside.

Then it would be interesting to scuttle the Italian battleship.

Zhemison said that the shareholder behind the scenes was Italian Prime Minister Rodini, and he also tried to threaten Zhao Chuanxin.

I think the reason why I came to Italy and suffered an unreasonable disaster was because of my words.

What the fuck...

There are American warships in the Huangpu River, but Zhao Chuanxin has not moved at all.

It can be seen that he definitely selected the warships with a strong purpose.

Zhemison shed tears of regret.

…

The news quickly spread throughout Shanghai.

British, Italian and Japanese warships sank in the Huangpu River.

Rivers of blood flowed outside the British consulate.

However, the matter about Shanxi’s mining rights has not been spread for the time being.

It was already evening on the Huangpu River and there were still huge crowds of people. Even though the boats could no longer be seen, the people were still unwilling to disperse.

If you don't see the excitement, you can gather and discuss.

In the crowd, Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg, Zhao Yixian and Ganfan were also joining in the fun. Staying at a crime scene to observe is one of Zhao Chuanxin's great pleasures.

Not only are there many people here, but smart vendors also come here with carts or carrying burdens to sell things.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, look, there is still a Coca-Cola seller. Give me five cents quickly. I want to drink a bottle."

Zhao Yixian licked his lips: "Zhao Shenxian, I also want to taste the taste of this foreign tea. The bottle is really nice."

"Whatever you want to drink, there are coca leaves and kola nuts in it. If you drink too much, it's no different from opium."

At this time, Coca-Cola is really not good for people, and it directly contains exciting ingredients.

Why is Coca-Cola so popular in the United States?

Because Coca-Cola is promoted as a health drink.

Americans are in a phase of gradual industrialization.

Nowadays, it is popular in the United States to put her hands on her forehead like Lin Daiyu and shout that she has a headache.

Headaches are a disease of affluence, and only workers will have headaches. White-collar workers who work overtime every day will also have headaches. First, they often stay up late, and second, they have headaches caused by stale air during the industrialization process. This means that they live in first-tier cities with thick smoke.

A headache represents an increase in social status.

Ordinary people want a headache?

Do you know if you don’t have that condition?

The ingredients in Coke are particularly effective in treating headaches, and they will be cured after drinking for a while, so Coke became very popular and became a status symbol.

Ah, I have a headache. I can't help it anymore. Come on, get a bottle of Coke.

When you shout it out loud, you have more credibility.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, Benjamin Goldberg said: "Okay, I used to drink it."

Zhao Yixian was confused: "Zhao Shenxian, what are coca leaves and cola nuts?"

"American Opium."

Zhao Yixian trembled: "That's not possible, the big smoker is the scariest thing."

Benjamin Goldberg asked again: "Master, why did you scuttle the Italian battleship?"

"Because Zhe Meisen used the Italian Prime Minister to pressure me, I want to create a fair trading environment."

"Then why did you drill the Japanese warships?"

"It's in the way, so just do it."

"Then why did you let the American warship go?"

"My teacher saw that the empty space on the Huangpu River didn't look good, so he just left one boat."

"..."

In fact, the sailors on the American battleships were all trembling with fear at this time.

Scared like a grandson.

From top to bottom, they are always polite to every Chinese they can come into contact with, for fear of suffering unreasonable disasters.

There is no need to authenticate or have a certificate. Zhao Chuanxin must have done it and not run away.

Except for him, no one else has this ability.

"Master, I'm thirsty."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and handed it to Zhao Yixian: "There is a herbal tea seller over there. You can exchange it for three bowls and we can drink it."

He got it from Zhemison's desk.

He couldn't get used to it.

Zhao Yixian held the cigar and couldn't laugh or cry: "This..."

When the three of them went out, Zhao Chuanxin paid for them.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Huh? Why can't I do anything?"

Zhao Yixian thought of the corpses of British soldiers scattered outside the consulate in Shanghai, shuddered and said, "Yes, there must be."

He became more and more afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

I don’t know how to operate it, but Zhao Yixian actually got three bowls of tea.

Benjamin Goldberg took a sip and his eyes lit up: "Eh? This tastes better than Coke."

"Right." Zhao Chuanxin said dully: "There are a lot of Chinese medicinal materials added to it, which is much better than Coke."

Benjamin Goldberg took a few sips and suddenly said: "Master, are you talking about Coke and other things, could it be some kind of Western conspiracy?"

Zhao Chuanxin’s teeth hurt: “Some knowledge is too broad and profound. For example, there is the Western pseudo-historical school in history, there is the pseudo-evolutionary school in biology, there is the perpetual motion machine development school in physics, there is the flat-earth school in geography, and then there are conspiracy theories. Listen. I would like to advise you not to touch any of these, as it will easily destroy your brain. Besides, that conspiracy theory was concocted by me to deceive the American people, so why do you still believe it?"

"..." Why does it sound so interesting?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the setting sun and suddenly became inspired by poetry: "The smoke of the big mushroom is straight, and the sun is setting in the long core. What a good poem."

Standing next to it were two scholars in long robes, one old and one young, who also came to watch the fun.

The young scholar wore round-rimmed glasses and corrected him sternly: "The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight. The long river is round when the sun sets. It's not the desert that is solitary and the smoke is straight."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "It's none of your business, I can read it however I like."

"You..." the young man said angrily, "Why are you like this?"

"Pooh!"

"you you you……"

The old man also frowned: "This little friend is right, sir, you did pronounce it wrong."

Before Zhao Chuanxin could say anything, the young scholar said to himself: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you read the poem correctly, it won't save the country or enrich the people. Maybe promoting vernacular is the way to go."

The older scholar's eyes widened: "What did you say? Vernacular? You're just talking nonsense, what do you know?"

Zhao Chuanxin was happy and gave a thumbs up: "You're so awesome. You two have a fight first and I'll see. Benjamin, go and fetch a small maza for your master and a plate of melon seeds."

Three strangers got into a fight by the Huangpu River.

After hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words, the two looked at each other, snorted and turned away.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, these two are so weird."

The older scholar raised his head high: "You doll, you are right, I am Gu Hongming."

Are you still reasonable?

Benjamin Goldberg pouted.

The young scholar snorted: "You have to report your family status, right? Although a certain Hu Shi is penniless, he is not afraid anymore."

After saying that, both of them looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "How funny, do you think I am afraid? I am not afraid to tell you that the top of the world is proud of the immortals. First there is An Lan and then there is the sky. I will not change my name or surname. It is An Lan!"