The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin came to the center of the venue and pointed at the various people at the tables in the restaurant: "One by one, you all have to join this dear friend... By the way, what's your name?"

"Uh... I'm Tang Guoan, courtesy name Guolu."

"Boiler? This is as simple and unpretentious as my name. I am Zhao Chuanxin, and my name is Charcoal Burner."

"..." Tang Guoan emphasized: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Guolu, which means the country of the family and the country, and the salary of the salary."

"Everything is the same." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "I am telling you that every one of you must participate in my brother Boiler's anti-smoking meeting. The more the merrier. If any country does not participate, let alone not warn you. In the future, your country will Ships entered the East China Sea, and Zhao went to sea specifically to inspect your country’s ships.”

I blanch... This is unreasonable.

Who knows whether he went to inspect or used the matter of scuttling the battleship as blackmail?

Or just like the Futatsu Maru, take away the ship and cargo?

A diplomat from the Austro-Hungarian Empire suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, is this too unreasonable? You are making it difficult for us."

"Is it difficult to handle?" Zhao Chuanxin came to Xie Lishan, who was holding his cheek: "It's difficult to handle, then don't do it!"

Zhao Chuanxin directly overturned the table, and the dinner plate, knife, fork and wine glass fell to the ground and smashed into pieces: "Zhuo Nima, don't even think about entering the Pacific Ocean in the future if this is difficult. I block your Austro-Hungarian Empire's ships every day, and there will be a sinking." One, do what you say!”

The German diplomats who came to dine suddenly stood up: "Mr. Zhao, don't forget that the merchant ships of your Qing Empire will also come to Western countries for trade..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a new cigarette: "It doesn't matter, it's not my ship anyway, and it's not me who lost it. I don't represent the Qing court, I represent myself. You will die if you think of something."

German diplomats were immediately dumbfounded.

The country cannot act rogue, but individuals can.

There is nothing wrong with what Zhao Chuanxin said.

Tang Guoan felt uneasy.

The consequences of this matter are really unpredictable. What if it arouses the rebellious psychology of the great powers?

At this moment, the restaurants opened, and the Indian cavalry patrol, numbering over 40 people, arrived.

All are of Indian origin.

They have red hair, tall bodies, and raised beards, and they look very "three".

These are all Sikhs.

In Shili Foreign Market, when they see European and American people, they will nod and kowtow in a servile manner. When they see Chinese people, they will look fierce and often yell and curse.

The people on Hong Kong Island have to timidly call them Indians "sir".

It spread to Shiliyangchang and was transliterated. The people affectionately called them "Ah San".

After receiving a call from a white man at the Rich Hotel, although they heard that there was only one murderer, forty or fifty people showed up with great fanfare to show their concern.

But only the dozen or so people in the front were armed with guns, and those behind were armed with batons.

In their opinion, this lineup is more than enough to subdue a Chinese murderer.

However, as soon as I entered the restaurant, I found that it was eerily quiet inside.

Everyone looked at them with different expressions.

The Indian cavalry patrol was a little confused, and the leader asked in curry-flavored English: "Where is the murderer?"

No one spoke, no one looked away.

At this time, no one even had the courage to signal with their eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said in English as he walked: "Oh, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. You three, listen to me..."

Because those who sat here to dine were either rich or noble, the Indian cavalry patrol just frowned at Zhao Chuanxin, and even those with guns did not even dare to raise their guns, because that would inevitably lead to the suspicion of pointing their guns at white people. .

This was more convenient for Zhao Chuanxin. After he successfully approached, he threw the elf carving knife away.

The smart gyroscope flew out from the body and swept across with the elf carving knife in its mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled, and the whip of judgment wrapped around the crystal chandelier, throwing him forward.

With his coat fluttering and people in the air, Zhao Chuanxin started firing with a God of War M1907 in each hand.

Chug tug tug…

The seal cavalry patrol that had already entered was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even react until they died.

Zhao Chuanxin landed, leaned his back on the wall next to the door, and threw the paper airplane.

The paper airplane flexibly rotated 180 degrees in the air, passed through the restaurant door, and went outside, followed by the smart gyroscope.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the dumbfounded people in the restaurant: "Shh... let the knife fly for a while."

Everyone: "..."

Then I heard cries for father and mother from outside the door, but within three breaths, there was no movement outside.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, the smart gyroscope flew back to his palm, and the sword was sheathed.

The temperature in the restaurant was high, so Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat without looking and threw it towards the clothes hanger by the door, where it just happened to catch.

He arranged his suit and returned to his seat: "Okay, everyone, that's it. Let's continue eating."

Who the hell is in the mood to eat?

At the entrance of the restaurant, corpses of people from the mounted patrol were piled up like a mountain, with severed limbs and remains piled on top of each other. The smell of blood permeated the entire restaurant, and the carpet was soaked with their blood.

It was too fast. In the flash of lightning, the forty or fifty people of the Indian Cavalry Patrol were completely wiped out.

The total number of Indian cavalry patrols in Shanghai is only about 400. Is it okay to go to one-tenth of them today?

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the waiter: "Why don't you serve the food? Are you waiting to be shot?"

The waiter's crotch got wet and he peed in fear: "Come here, come here."

But he ran out of the restaurant dragging traces of urine.

Zhao Chuanxin did not forget to shout at his back: "If you dare to spit into the vegetables, I will cramp and skin you!"

This is what worries him the most.

The waiter ran faster, and he might win the title when he represented the Qing Dynasty in the London Olympics.

But when we arrived at the door of the restaurant, the ground was covered in blood. The waiter's feet slipped and he fell down.

When he struggled to get up, he saw that his white shirt was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry: "Ah..."

Benjamin Goldberg whispered: "Master, they are all watching us."

"It doesn't matter. You have to get used to eating in front of everyone. You are used to it as a teacher anyway."

Zhao Yixian fidgeted and twisted his butt without saying a word.

Not long after, a frightened waiter came in carrying a dinner plate.

At this time, the entire kitchen was preparing meals for Zhao Chuanxin's table.

As for the others, hehe, they'll understand.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the waiter: "You didn't spit, did you?"

The waiter knelt down: "I, I, I really didn't vomit..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go away and continue serving food."

But he pushed the dinner plate in front of Zhao Yixian: "How does it taste?"

Zhao Yixian was so flattered that he imitated the foreigners, picked up a knife, clumsily cut a piece of meat, pierced it into his mouth with a fork and it tasted like chewing wax.

Still about to strike a second time, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand: "Wait a minute."

Zhao Yixian didn't know why.

Zhao Chuanxian looked at his watch. Until the second dish came, Zhao Yixian was fine.

He pushed the plate in front of him to Benjamin Goldberg: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. You eat first if you're hungry."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Are feelings asking me to try drugs?

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the second dish over: "Continue."

Zhao Yixian bit the bullet and said, "Zhao Shenxian, the last one didn't put poison, and this one certainly won't."

"If there is a smart person who thinks of this kind of thinking that only fools have, then the second set will be poisonous."

"But..." Zhao Yixian said with a bitter face: "If it is really poisonous, wouldn't I die from the poison?"

Do you really think he didn't think of it?

Just looking for excuses to shirk it.

Zhao Chuanxin was bragging: "Don't worry, you call me Zhao Shenxian. If I don't have some means of resurrecting human flesh and bones, would you dare to ask me to eat it?"

Zhao Yixian thought about it, it made sense.

He cut a piece with confidence and put down his knife and fork consciously.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction.

But when the third dish was served, Zhao Yixian suddenly realized: If Zhao Shenxian really had the means to resurrect human flesh and bones, would he still be afraid of poison?

Isn’t it immune to all poisons?

Thinking this way, he felt bad again.

Zhao Chuanxin brought the second dish in front of him and ate it.

really……

Tang Guoan carefully came to Zhao Chuanxin: "That, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and wiped his mouth: "Brother Boiler, come and sit down, you're welcome."

Tang Guoan did not sit down, but pointed around and said, "Is everyone waiting for you to speak?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "What are you saying? Eat when you need to, and get out of here when you need to."

The nearby Dutch table heard this and quickly stood up, picked up their coats on the backs of their chairs and hurried out.

Someone took the lead, and the rest stood up one after another, wishing that their parents would run away without a baby.

It's just that the entrance to the restaurant is like an inescapable gate of hell. The timid ones have to close their eyes and step outside. After going out, they have to rub the blood on the soles of their shoes on the carpet. Maybe someone will throw the shoes away after going out to avoid contamination with bad luck.

These Indian cavalry patrols are so miserable.

Tian Yuan, who had broken his arm and was bleeding profusely and was on the verge of death, was held up by Bruno and Yan Huiqing, and Xie Lishan, who had lost half of his teeth, also ran away.

Only Tang Guoan actually stayed and stood aside waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, and while eating and drinking, he discussed with his apprentice how to train Goldberg M1907.

"I feel that the rate of fire is still a bit slow. It would be better if the recoil could be reduced."

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while and said: "The charging handle is still on the left side of the receiver. An ejection window is set behind the cartridge chamber, and a case ejection tube is installed to temporarily store cartridge cases. A rocker is installed on the nose of the machine, which can be used to pull out cartridge cases. out, the rocker tilts to lift the cartridge case away from the axis of the barrel, clearing the ammunition supply route, and at the same time the next round is fed.

Only when the number of cartridges in the ejection tube exceeds 3 or 4, is the first cartridge that enters the ejection tube ejected forward from the rifle.

That is to say, no cartridge case is thrown out in the first short burst, which can greatly increase the rate of fire and reduce the recoil..."

Benjamin Goldberg said that Zhao Chuanxin was stabbing steak with a knife in his left hand, and he was writing and drawing with his right hand. In a short time, the precise transformation drawings appeared on the paper.

Tang Guoan on the side looked at him in surprise: "Is this a firearm design?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Even you can't understand it, and you can't remember it."

Tang Guoan was nearly fifty years old, but he did not dare to rely on his old age in front of Zhao Chuanxin. He said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao is indeed a great talent. He is proficient in Western painting and also knows how to design."

"Painting is nothing." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly. "Learn physics well, and then you can conquer the world!"

If you don’t understand poetry and songs, science and technology will still develop.

If you don't understand mathematics, physics and chemistry, you're doomed, and you'll definitely fall behind and get beaten.

Tang Guoan was convinced: "I studied in the United States, and what I saw and heard was reported back to China, and the Chinese people thought I was sensationalizing.

Worldly people like others who are the same as themselves and hate others who are different from themselves. Those who are the same as oneself and desire it, and those who are different from oneself and do not desire it, have the desire to stand out from others. "

This passage comes from "Zhuangzi".

Zhao Chuanxin summarized it for him: "You can't wake up someone who pretends to be asleep."

Tang Guoan's eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhao is a great talent."

"It's not that big, it's as big as Mount Tai."

"..."

After hesitating for a while, Tang Guoan finally plucked up the courage and said, "Mr. Zhao, next time you make a move, could you please let me know in advance?"

He was really too passive today.

Few people can adapt to Zhao Chuanxin's violent methods.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "What's the matter? Do I have to call the Ministry of Foreign Affairs first, ask Cixi to approve it, Aixinjueluo Yikuang stamp it, explain everything, and then go on a killing spree?"

"Ah this..." Tang Guoan was choked and couldn't hold his breath.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished eating, he put away the drawings, stood up and patted Tang Guoan on the shoulder: "Brother Boiler, Zhao admires you for your determination to ban smoking. In the future, whenever there is a big power selling cigarettes in the country, you will spread the news to the Xuantian Sect of Hong Kong Island. There, Zhao will tell them why the flowers are so red."

He boasted about seeing Tian'er going to the sea to watch, but of course he couldn't do it.

You don’t have that spare time, you know?

But if you can't stand it, you can scare people.

Now Zhao Chuanxin's words can be 50% true and 50% false, but the enemy does not dare to gamble.

In addition, if someone from the anti-smoking association is allowed to report them, Zhao Chuanxin will kill them and ignore them.

Tang Guoan sincerely thanked him: "The world has mixed praise and criticism for Mr. Zhao, but Tang believes that Mr. Zhao deserves the title of hero."

"It's nonsense. People in the world only praise me and don't belittle me. If you do this again, I will sue you for defamation."

"..."

Tang Guoan hesitated and persuaded: "Mr. Zhao, you may have offended more than ten countries today. Be careful when negotiating with Zhemeisen tomorrow. Tang is worried that they will unite to set up a Hongmen Banquet."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!"