The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Sorry, are you talking to me?"

Bodubny stretched his upper body and looked towards Zhao Chuanxin.

How should I put it, with a body like a gorilla, even if he is talking to Zhao Chuanxin, the aura of the beast that can explode at any time when his color suddenly changes will still affect others, making people tremble and make their hearts rise in their throats. .

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin. He was a Chinese man with thin cheeks, green beard, and neatly shaved hair on both sides.

He is wearing a black silk shirt, a cotton, linen and wool blended vest and suit jacket. The brightness gradually decreases from the inside to the outside, especially the dark lines of the suit look like a matte texture. With metal buttons, cuffs, watch rings, all black The layers were worn out in a daze.

It is said that to judge class, you only need to look at your shoes and hair, but on Zhao Chuanxin, neither shoes nor hair can tell anything.

What's unexpected is the style, what's comfortable is the temperament.

His body slumped on the seat is also very strong, but it looks much thinner than Bodubuny. Because it is well-proportioned, it is not a fighter's figure.

The onlookers were inexplicably worried about the talkative Chinese.

Are you going to die if you anger a gorilla that weighs more than 200 pounds?

Is it that important to be told that the East Asian sick husband is so important?

There are also Chinese people in the first-class carriage. For example, in the row behind Bodubu, there is a middle-aged man in his thirties with a beard. The beard is deliberately pointed to imitate the Europeans.

This person's name is Bai Wenwei, a second-class staff officer at the Jilin Border Supervisory Office, and is on his way to the capital for public office. If Zhao Chuanxin had not gone to North Korea last year to retrieve the "Dadongyu Map", he would have spent 500 oceans to redeem it next year on the original historical track. He went through a lot of troubles to win the island, and he can be regarded as a benevolent person.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is also very high and considered strong, Bai Wenwei believes that Zhao Chuanxin may not be an easy opponent to deal with at first glance.

He couldn't just watch his countrymen being bullied by the Tsarist Russians, so he stood up and shouted: "This is the territory of the Qing Dynasty, the land of China. You have made many insults with your words, which is really inappropriate. I think you should apologize."

Anyway, a gentleman talks but does not do anything.

There is a way that we can decide the outcome with our words.

Bodubny was stunned: "Apologise? I think you should let him apologize, otherwise I will beat him until he apologizes."

With a finger as thick as a carrot, he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said angrily.

Zhao Chuanxin cut off the end of his cigar, lit it, and still slumped in his chair and watched with a smile.

Bai Wenwei saw that Bodubu was like a beast, and even his vocal cords were roaring like a beast, with a built-in subwoofer effect. He was even more worried. He argued with reason: "Even if his words are inappropriate, it is because you have said bad things behind your back. Our country There is a saying that a gentleman is magnanimous, but a villain has a lot to do with it. It is not a gentleman's business to talk behind someone's back! On the other hand, that gentleman, he accused me face to face, and I think he is not at fault."

The Tsarist Russian, who had previously argued with the Americans about gold medals and physical fitness, was not convinced: "I didn't argue behind my back. Isn't there you here, or him? Aren't you all Chinese? I said it in front of you. "

He pointed at Bai Wenwei and Zhao Chuanxin.

Bai Wenwei spoke sternly: "That's even more inappropriate. Your country is also considered a big country, and it should have the bearing and dignity of a big country. The number of gold medals is related to whether countries attach importance to the Olympic Games. This gentleman is called Bodubuny. Since you won’t admit defeat, let’s compete on the field. Why do you show off on the train? Are we all athletes? If it’s a comparison of force, why doesn’t this strong man fight on the battlefield? Are all the passengers in this train soldiers?”

"This... you..." The Russian was speechless.

Bai Wenwei smiled contemptuously.

Damn it, you are awesome, you are awesome, go try it on the battlefield, see how many rounds of bullets your strong back can withstand, and see how many people you can outrun in the Olympics with your body covered in tendons?

How much do you think you can do to show off your power here?

Bodubunet was furious.

But he was definitely not as smooth-talking as Bai Wenwei, and Bai Wenwei said that he was wrong and not easy to take action.

So, he vented his anger on Zhao Chuanxin.

He stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: "It is true that I am not on the battlefield or in the competition, but isn't there someone who is not convinced? This matter has nothing to do with you. It is between me and this East Asian sick husband. No one can stop me from this dispute!"

In his words, he narrowed the circle of Dongya sick husbands and only scolded Zhao Chuanxin, which was considered a step forward.

Zhao Chuanxin hated people pointing at him the most in his life, but Bodubuny pointed at him many times.

He rolled his eyes and threw the No. 13 ball.

I didn't use the smart gyroscope to calibrate, or even aim carefully, I just thought about where to hit and threw it casually.

Ball No. 13 hit Podubny's finger first.

Click...

Bend your fingers upward at ninety degrees.

Then crashed into Podubunet's chin.

This kind of impact and ejection angle is not scientific at all, but it actually happens before our eyes.

Bodubunet seemed to have received an uppercut. He raised his head and made a sound in his throat. He bit off a piece of meat from the tip of his tongue, and his head was buzzing.

Ball No. 13 bounced twice, and finally bounced back into Zhao Chuanxin's hands, but with little force.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

good!

The No. 13 ball is not a killer, but it is definitely useful.

Podubunet mainly practiced wrestling. He also practiced boxing for a period of time and won a prize in France for wrestling.

I have long been accustomed to pain and so on, and injuries are commonplace.

He reluctantly pulled his fingers back to their original positions, furious in his heart, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a roar.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up with a smile, took off his suit jacket and threw it to the woman opposite. The woman hurriedly caught it and looked at him worriedly.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck and handed the cigar to another woman to help hold it. His left foot was slightly backward and his knees were slightly bent.

Bodubuny and Zhao Chuanxin were similar in height and their main skill was wrestling, so they wanted to grab Zhao Chuanxin from the waist and throw him down.

Zhao Chuanxin still wore the violent armor on his joints. Since Bodubunet took the initiative to bend down, he was not polite and raised his knees to jump.

Click...

boom!

There was a crisp sound, and Podubny's face collapsed - he was hit by a knee.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his elbow down at the same time, pressing against Bodubuny's back.

Bodubuny fell directly to the ground.

There was silence in the carriage.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin in shock.

Bai Wenwei opened his mouth into an "O".

All in all, no one could have imagined that this would be the case.

The contrast is too great.

Zhao Chuanxin once lost his temper even when he lost a wild boar.

That kind of thing basically doesn't happen now.

His soul is still the same soul, if there is a soul at all.

But Zhao Chuanxin's body is actually no longer the same body as before.

Power Pill, Balance Technique, Root of the Starry Sky, Heart of the Holy Spirit... His body is more like a container, a host that can be parasitic or symbiotic, a medicine jar, a hardened iron pier... Anyway, even if the technology is advanced, Zhao Chuanxin will not Get yourself a physical exam because it can be scary.

Podubny was extremely capable of resisting the blow, and got up from the ground with a stagger and a groan.

The bridge of his nose was sunken and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he still lunged at Zhao Chuanxin with a ferocious roar.

This scene frightened all the passengers in the carriage.

It was as if I saw an enraged beast about to lose its temper.

Zhao Chuanxin has basically never practiced martial arts or fighting.

It just depends on being fast, strong and explosive. The moves are all the outlines that have been refined over time in the fighting field, and there is no fixed formula.

He clenched his fist horizontally and struck Bodubne's throat as fast as lightning.

"Well……"

Podubny's body was still charging, but his hands couldn't help but retreat to cover his throat. Taking a heavy blow there was no joke.

After Zhao Chuanxin took a step back, the middle finger of his fist protruded and he made a phoenix fist.

Leaping punch, also called Superman punch.

puff……

With a condescending punch, Bodubunet's left eyeball exploded...

"Ouch..."

No matter how strong he is in resisting beatings, Bodubunet can't bear the pain.

Zhao Chuanxin, Feng Qingyundan, stepped closer, opened his bow from left to right, and hit Bodubu's ribs with an uppercut, punching like garlic.

Click, click, click...

I don’t know how many ribs were broken, and Bodubu’s inner bow was like a prawn. I don’t know where it hurt. There was no place in my body that didn’t hurt.

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew his arms and punched the two temples of Bodubne, who was bending over.

call……

Snapped……

Buzz…

The two peaks penetrate the ears.

perforation.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated, swinging his leg like an axe, and kicked the stunned Bodubuny in the temple, pressing his head against the back of the chair.

Boom...

The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.

Zhao Chuanxin took the silk handkerchief that the foreign woman was covering her mouth with in surprise, dipped it into the whiskey in the wine glass on the small table, wiped the blood on the fist and disinfected it.

The bright red silk handkerchief was thrown to the ground casually, and he said calmly: "You remember, this is called - the one who brags the most about his coins will get the most severe beating. Do you think you can beat me, a sick man from East Asia, to death? , I just finished my warm-up!”

The Tsarist Russian from before stood up tremblingly: "You, you, you will pay the price for this..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped on the twitching head of Bodubunet on the ground.

After a few blows, Bodubuny stopped moving.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada!

Zhao Chuanxin took the cigar from the woman's hand, came to the frightened Tsarist Russian, and patted his fat face.

Bang bang bang...

"The more you read, the thinner the book becomes, and the more you sit, the fatter you get. Old Den, remember, don't bark all the time, and exercise more."

The Tsarist Russian sat down and did not dare to scream again.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the American opposite him again: "Tie Zhi, do you think I look like a sick man from East Asia?"

This is called Zhao Chuanxin's "asking for a seal."

"You, you, you are very strong, very brave, you are very powerful..." The American was incoherent.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Since I'm so powerful, shouldn't I bully you Americans?"

"ah?"

Is there still this logic?

But if you think about it carefully, the logic is not like this! Scenes of strong people bullying weak people have been repeated over the past hundred years.

Zhao Chuanxin shined his light on his face and slapped him neither lightly nor hard.

It's not very harmful, it's very insulting.

Americans dare not get angry or speak out.

Zhao Chuanxin did what he said.

Bai Wenwei: "..."

I’ve never seen such awesome and coaxing Chinese people, I’ve never seen this!

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him a few times, but when the American didn't respond, he lost interest, adjusted his vest, and came to the opposite side of Bai Wenwei.

The foreigner sitting here wisely stood up and gave up his seat, then walked backwards with a smile and went elsewhere.

There are police officers on the train, but they will not easily disturb the first-class passengers.

This time Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop anyone, so some passengers sitting in the front of the carriage secretly went to the front carriage to look for the police.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, sat opposite Bai Wenwei and asked, "Who are you?"

"Bai Wenwei, courtesy name Liewu." Bai Wenwei cupped his fists toward Zhao Chuanxin. "I serve as a small staff officer under Wu Luzhen, Assistant Wu."

Zhao Chuanxin was somewhat impressed by him because he later served as the commander of the First Army of the People's Liberation Army and was considered a big boss in charge of military power.

But when it comes to familiarity, I am still familiar with Wu Luzhen.

He bared his teeth and smiled, handing over a cigar: "It turns out that Brother Shouqing's people are all our own."

Bai Wenwei was flattered and took it, thanked him, and asked: "May I ask, what is your name?"

"I, Zhao Chuanxin, am called Tan Gong."

"..."

Bai Wenwei was about to stand up in shock, but as soon as he moved his buttocks, he felt it was impolite and sat down again.

The whole thing was uneasy.

People around him were shocked when they heard that the perpetrator was Zhao Chuanxin.

I'll blanch...this Russian died in vain.

The old Russian man and the American were in heavy hearts, their scalps were numb, and their brains stopped functioning in helplessness. The atmosphere was so gloomy that they didn't know whether to turn around and face Zhao Chuanxin directly, or leave their backs to this evil star.

"Mr. Zhao, are you going to go?" Bai Wenwei didn't know what to say. Topics came to his mind one after another, and what he finally said was the simplest greeting.

People around him pricked up their ears, since they were not the ones suffering anyway, and their heads had enough space to run their own curiosity.

Zhao Chuanxin did not hide it: "Go to Tianjin Wei."

Bai Wenwei racked his brains and thought, why did Zhao Chuanxin go to Tianjin Wei?

Wherever this disaster star goes, there will be trouble.

In fact, Bai Wenwei is also a member of the Tongmenghui, but they act secretly and are not as unscrupulous as Zhao Chuanxin. If they don't accept it, they will do it until they are convinced. They don't have the ability to always convince others. You see, Cixi is not very convinced.

Although curious, Bai Wenwei did not dare to ask.

He thought for a while and sighed: "Hey, Mr. Zhao has made so many efforts, but foreigners still look down on us."

The depression in his mood actually gave him a desire to talk. People always instinctively want to find answers and light in the strong.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the fused quartz glass kettle and glass, pinched a pinch of tea, poured in the well water, and started the Old God's crucible brand to boil.

After brewing for a while, he filled their cups respectively. The red and translucent tea was refracted by the light and made the eyes dazzling.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette ashes and did not answer directly, but said: "Zhao is a master of his craft and lectures Lie Wu about ancient Western culture..."

At first, Bai Wenwei was just curious about how Zhao Chuanxin made a pot of cold water boil.

But gradually, he and the foreigners around him were attracted by Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Zhao Chuanxin did not simply pick up people's wisdom and talk about the past, talking about the Western revolution that anyone with a little ink in his belly would be familiar with at this time.

Instead, he cited specific figures and some life changes for Bai Wenwei.

In 1879, almost 1 million travelers traveled to Switzerland, more than 200,000 of them Americans. This was unthinkable in Benjamin Franklin's day.

In 1842, 10% of French public high school teachers came from the elite class. But by 1877, there was no teacher from this circle.

In the 1851 London Exposition, 14,000 manufacturers participated; in the 1855 Paris Exposition, there were 24,000; in the 1862 London Exposition, there were 29,000; in the 1867 Paris Exposition, there were 50,000...

The export volume of British railway steel and machinery, in thousands of tons, from 1845 to 1850, was 1300 and 5 respectively; from 1860 to 1865 it rose to 2100 and 23; from 1870 to 1875 it was 4050 and 44.

In Austria, the total horsepower of steam engines increased 15 times from 1852 to 1875.

Regarding the progress of railway construction, in 1845, there were 9 countries in Europe with railways. By 1875, the number of countries with railways reached 18. In Asia, in 1845, there was only 1 country with railways. By 1875, there were still 18 countries with railways. 1.

In addition to these cold statistics, Zhao Chuanxin also talked about many small things.

American cowboys dressed in denim uniforms rode tall horses and carried revolvers as they marched westward, bringing destruction and prosperity to the west. They envied the wealthy middle-class life, but at the same time despised those people who had no backbone and no desire to make progress.

In the middle of the last century, Japan was forced to open its ports, and a British man was killed. The British, American and other Western coalition forces fired at Kagoshima at will, but the Japanese could only swallow their anger. But it was unimaginable that fifty years later, Japan and Tsarist Russia could win a major victory in the war, which would make the great powers look at them and not dare to underestimate them...

How tall are the skyscrapers in New York, how prosperous is the stock market on Wall Street, how widespread is the impact of the economic crisis, and the prevalence of "headaches" as a disease of wealth among their workers...

Australia's traditional agriculture has not changed much in terms of model. However, mass-produced ceramic drain pipes are buried in large quantities underground, and fine metal mesh and barbed wire hung on walls and hedges are ubiquitous. It's obviously just a minor change, but the increase in agricultural production is very impressive...

Zhao Chuanxin's rambling talk did not talk about revolution, disparity, or ideals, which was completely different from the rhetoric that Sun Gongwu liked.

But for some reason, his words were like a hot meteorite falling into Bai Wenwei's heart, hurting the weakest and most sensitive areas.

Bai Wenwei, like all those who were thrown into the bottom of the valley and struggled desperately, retorted: "The porcelain fired by our ancestors is better than their ceramic pipes; our drawing technology is thousands of years earlier than theirs..."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's as shameful to chew on your ancestors as it is to chew on your elders. You are chewing on the most primitive productivity in the handicraft industry era. If you want to survive the difficulties of the current era where flowers are becoming more and more charming, it is undoubtedly a small horse and a big cart."

Just like in later generations, when technology and productivity are mentioned, whoever dares to say "no" to their own country on the Internet will immediately be slapped with a big hat, and they will gnaw at their ancestors and worship the ancients.

The ancestors are awesome. That is the result of the ancestors' hard work. How much does it have to do with you? Hurry up and hit the screws to catch up.

Don’t eat the old stuff, don’t eat the old stuff, just let your parents earn their hard work by digging in the dirt.

Nibbling on the old and gnawing on the ancestors are both manifestations of cowardice and weakness. The strong have already thought about how to change the status quo and destiny.

Bai Wenwei scratched his head and couldn't find a point to refute. In the end, he had to doubt the authenticity of the data given by Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, how did you know this?"

Where did this data come from? Are you afraid that you are just talking nonsense?

Zhao Chuanxin put out his cigar, took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Zhao has many industries, but he doesn't manage them. He often asks his subordinates to collect historical and current data and make tables. Therefore, whether the industries under his control are profitable or loss, can they be considered qualified? , clear at a glance.”

Li Guangzong learned all about Zhao Chuanxin's habit, and now he has to stare at the data chasing each other every day. From the tons of numbers that make others look dizzy, he can pick out the joys, sorrows, joys, successes and defeats. , Yunjuanyunshu.

The foreigners around were talking a lot.

Come on, it turns out you are like this Zhao Chuanxin.

It turns out that history can still be viewed this way?

Bai Wenwei was unconvinced at first, but then returned to reality and felt sincere admiration in his heart.

He understood what Zhao Chuanxin wanted to express.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin raises troops at this time and barely drives away all the foreign powers, it will still not dispel the foreign powers' covetousness of this land and will not let them take a high look.

Their pride, even arrogance, is based on the foundation of industrialization and the huge expansion and plunder of the world economy.

It's not that you can win respect by having a few more guns. You have to have more guns, more cannons, more ships, more steel, more railways, and more than others in the next few decades. Only with the ability to build more trains and more high-rise buildings can we hope to win, otherwise it will be empty talk.

And Zhao Chuanxin is known as the "God of War", or is criticized as the "Butcher", even though he is powerful, he cannot change this situation.

Even if he had the ability to lead people to change dynasties, he would not be able to change anything, because the gap accumulated over hundreds of years cannot be filled casually by being ruthless.

But at least he tried hard. Wouldn't he be able to steal results? He was involved in almost all epoch-making industries, and all the money that was taken away from the catastrophic craze on Wall Street was invested in the future.

Did Zhao Chuanxin really do a lot of things on the surface but seem to have done nothing at all?

Bai Wenwei suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart: "Mr. Zhao, is this so, so, do we really have no hope?"

He was desperate, but the foreigners around him listened with fascination, with somewhat proud expressions on their faces.

Yes, they don’t know that their pride comes from these details, hidden behind these seemingly cold numbers.

I see.

The more they behaved like this, the more discouraged Bai Wenwei became.

Zhao Chuanxin took another sip of tea, put down the cup, and slapped Bai Wenwei in the face without any warning.

Snapped……

Bai Wenwei: "..."

What can brothers change in five years?

Getting older and greasier? …