The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Force value can give people confidence, and money can do the same.

The work of the Mitsui Foundation is no different from that of the Rockefeller and other conglomerates in the United States. Those who hinder its interests are all stumbling blocks.

In the future, when Japan invades China, the Mitsui Consortium will be the largest organizer of logistics for the Japanese army invading China.

Mitsui had been purchasing soybeans outside the customs. Later, Zhang Zlin took over and directly broke this situation. Since soybeans were so profitable, they directly established a monopoly and cut off Mitsui's financial path.

Mitsui has always been very bold. It is said that the incident that happened in Huanggutun was promoted by them. Because Zhang hindered their interests.

After Zhang's death, they immediately joined forces with other Japanese consortiums to form the Central Bank of Manchukuo and took over official offices, banknotes and grain stations outside the customs. Established Manchurian linen textiles, Japanese Manchurian powder and other enterprises to provide logistical supplies to the Japanese army.

They were so bold as to produce a cigarette called "Golden Bat" and secretly put opium in it, causing many people to become addicted without knowing it.

It can be said that these people do all kinds of evil for the sake of profit, and there is nothing they dare not do.

If Zhao Chuanxin can really be killed, haha, then Asabuki Eiji will become famous in Japan, become the most powerful person in Mitsui, and help Mitsui and Japan get rid of the serious troubles they have.

Hisahide Aso's breathing became heavy and he asked in a low voice: "What are we going to do?"

"This is a serious matter. Mr. Aso has thought carefully. If he gets involved, there may be no way out. Of course, Zhao Chuanxin may not come to Hankou at all. But you must be mentally prepared for this."

Hisahide Aso clenched his fist and smashed the table: "Once a person has a way out, he will inevitably look forward and backward. Please give me more details, Mr. Buki."

Eiji Asabuki narrowed his eyes: "Our intelligence agents have penetrated all parts of Hankou for a long time. Both Shanghai Dongya Tongwen Academy and Hankou Leshan Hall have contributed a lot to this. Unfortunately, they were exposed by Zhao Chuanxin and killed Nejin. Ichijun. That's far from the truth... We contacted the intelligence personnel of the Empire of Japan and conducted day and night reconnaissance in Hankou. We also secretly formed a Japanese volunteer group as a vanguard and deployed it carefully. There is a man in the West named Nikola Tesla. We There was an engineer who admired this man very much and invented an electrical machine that could remotely detonate explosives with a success rate of more than 70%. Zhao Chuanxin is known as the 'God of War on the Rooftop', as long as I wait on the roof..."

The voices became quieter and quieter, but their expressions became more and more solemn.

The more Aso Jiuhide listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he patted his thigh for the last time: "Aso Buki-kun, you are indeed unparalleled in wit..."

…

At this time, Nikola Tesla was on an ocean liner from the United States to China, taking the same route as Zhao Chuanxin.

He was not used to the diet and routine on the ship.

Standing on the deck, he said to a stranger: "Sir, if possible, I will never take a boat again in my life. This will have a great impact on my body and may shorten my life."

The man smiled awkwardly but politely, but didn't answer because he thought the man was a little weird.

Who are you? Do you have anything to do with me whether you will take a boat in the future?

At this time, dark clouds were surging on the sea, and a storm seemed to be brewing.

And in the clouds, there was a faint flash of electric light.

Nikola Tesla looked at the looming lightning, and suddenly remembered a line of poetry in "Faust", and he couldn't help chanting it: "The light fades, our hard day is over; it rushes, explores New realm of life, ah, no wings can lift me up from this land... On the track he follows, follow and soar..."

The clouds and lightning swirled in his eyes like a whirlpool, carrying him with unparalleled power across the earth and even the universe.

The stranger next to him suddenly felt that this weirdo's nerves had become tense, and his limbs were very stiff and swaying slightly. His eyes barely blinked and his mouth was slightly open.

If I blanch it, am I going to go crazy?

The stranger quietly moved three meters away, keeping a safe distance.

In this way, whether this pale man is going crazy or falling ill, it will not implicate him.

But I saw the weird man pointed at the dark clouds and roared: "Immaculate, impeccable, I have seen endless ether energy, I don't want cylindrical secondary transformation, I need to receive materials, I..."

He gradually became excited, and suddenly took out a box from his arms. He held the box and pointed it at the dark clouds. After pressing some button, he saw that the clouds were wrapped in a layer of power grid, and thick lightning flashes continued like lightning rain. The earth struck the sea.

The stranger was stunned.

Is the lightning that strikes down like a forest the power of nature itself, or is it related to the box in the hand of the weirdo?

…

When the boat was about to arrive in Hankou, the sky suddenly changed.

It started with a cold drizzle, but when the temperature dropped below zero, the drizzle turned into sparse snowflakes.

Cold and cold.

On the deck, Zhao Chuanxin saw his apprentice holding his arms and shivering, and said: "Stand up straight and put your arms down."

Benjamin Goldberg shivered and complied. Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and a layer of moisture dispersed from Benjamin Goldberg's cotton robe.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a down jacket from the space and handed it to him: "Take off the cotton robe and put on this."

This down jacket was made by Zhao Chuanxin. It was a bit big for Benjamin Goldberg and covered his ankles, but it was surprisingly effective in keeping warm.

"Thank you, Master. Master may live a long life."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Don't worry, you may not be able to survive as a teacher."

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

Zhao Yixian stepped forward with a shy face: "Zhao...Master Chengkun, please help me drive away the cold air."

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back, like an enlightened monk: "The change of wind and cloud, the change of cold and heat, is the way of heaven. We are between heaven and earth, so we naturally have to follow the way of heaven, how can we expel the cold at will? It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

If you can make your disciple warm, you won't be talking about heaven?

Abao was also shivering from the cold, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, determined not to ask Zhao to pass on his salary.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her: "Little widow, as long as you ask the poor monk, the poor monk will make you happy."

Abao glared at him and bit his blue lips without speaking.

These days, Abao is no longer so afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

She is also a veteran of the world and knows how to read people.

She finally understood that Zhao Chuanxin was not the kind of cold-blooded person who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Regardless of whether he is a powerful person or a rich person, Zhao Chuanxin is usually not used to it. But when it comes to the poor people, the most he can do is play pranks and take advantage of them.

And he loves children.

The children on the boat all liked to be close to him in just two days.

This demonic monk is a romantic man, and he can talk a lot, but he doesn't do anything bad, and he doesn't know how to bully someone.

Seeing that she was trying to be brave, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hands and said with a smile: "Don't you believe it? Really, as long as you ask for it, the poor monk will definitely give you the warmth of spring. You can lie on the bed and the poor monk casts spells. Each move combines the most primitive spell-casting skills to make you hotter than standing against a brazier..."

"That's enough..." Abao blushed, looking at the strange looks of others, wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Is this chatter serious?

Zhao Yixian came over with a shy face again: "Master Cheng Kun, Zhao can ask you..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Get out!"

Zhao Yixian was dejected, why was the gap between people so big?

Looking down, even Ganfan has a tailor-made down vest...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch. It was 4:15 in the afternoon and he should be arriving in Hankou soon.

He said: "Benjamin, go check out the restaurant to see if there are any green leafy vegetables available."

Beef hotpot every day makes Zhao Yixian constipated.

Benjamin ran away and turned around for a moment: "Master, the waiter in the restaurant said that there are leeks in this meal, but the price is quite high."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go, have another meal before disembarking."

It turned out to be fried oysters and sea cucumbers with leeks.

No wonder the price is high.

Zhao Chuanxin had never eaten these three ingredients mixed before.

Benjamin Goldberg also had never seen it before and asked: "Master, what is the name of this dish?"

Zhao Chuanxin took a look: "This dish should be called Totole. What do you think? Little widow?"

Before Abao could say anything, Zhao Yixian, who was warming the vat of wine, was talkative: "Leeks, also known as yangcao. Oysters and sea cucumbers are all great tonics and aphrodisiacs..."

Abao Xia flew to her cheeks.

What a sin.

The diners at the table next to me are all staring here.

Abao kicked Zhao Chuanxin under the table, glared at him again, and scolded him in a low voice: "Dirty monk, don't talk too much."

The evil monk turned into a perverted monk again.

"I think you have a lot of misunderstandings about the poor monk. Do you think I am a pervert like Zhao Yixian? Opening and closing my mouth will arouse my virility."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Their timing was just right. Just after finishing their meal, the ship arrived in Hankou.

When getting off the boat, Zhao Chuanxin asked Abao: "Little widow, how old are you this year?"

Abao didn't look good: "I won't tell you."

Just as he was about to continue talking, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at the crowd at the port, and sneered, "It's really pervasive."

Abao thought he was implying something, but couldn't help it. He twisted Zhao Chuanxin's waist with his little hands and whispered: "If you keep saying weird things like this again, I won't be polite!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "You are really a dirty person."

Abao was so angry that the thief shouted to catch the thief?

Gan Fan suddenly bared his teeth: "Woof woof woof..."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at the crowd and asked in surprise: "Can you smell the Japanese?"

After Ganfan's guidance, Benjamin Goldberg saw a few short figures, sneaking around in the crowd.

When I saw the group of people, I just looked at them briefly and stopped paying attention.

A monk, an old man (Zhao Yixian), a young woman, a doll, and a dog, there is really nothing to see.

Zhao Chuanxin happily put his hand on the Rudraksha on his chest and twisted it. The Rudraksha was covered in pulp and was bright red. The turquoise accessories have high porcelain quality and are old green in color. You can tell at a glance that they were not created in a day or two.

This adds a lot of credibility to his identity as a monk.

When passing by a Japanese spy, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly raised one palm, holding another string of 14 small-leaf red sandalwood rosary beads between his thumb and index finger, and said to himself: "Amitabha, it is so good, so why does this poor monk smell it?" Can you smell the smell of bastards being boiled? This smell must have nothing to do with you, the donor, right?"

Japanese spy: "..."

A look of anger flashed across his face, but he didn't answer.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Japanese spy's face carefully and suddenly said "Hey": "Donor, your mother must have just died, right?"

"You..." The Japanese spy finally couldn't help it anymore: "How can you, a monk, curse people?"

Abao didn't know why, but along the way, although Zhao Chuanxin did things very imaginatively, he would not do anything randomly, nor would he do anything without a target, unless of course it was the right time to tease her.

So, she waited quietly and watched with cold eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin made a secret with his fingers, and the Bagua disk flew up in his palm, with a look of surprise on his face: "Huh? Donor, I've got it, poor monk, not only are you dead, your father is dead, your mother is dead, your whole family is dead, and you have suffered a bloody disaster recently. If If you can give hundreds of oceans in charity, a poor monk might be able to help you with some relief..."

The corners of Abao's mouth twitched, and whenever she was suppressing a smile, her lips looked like a duck that couldn't hold them down.

And the Japanese spy's breathing began to become heavier...