Different from the boxers around them, the burly and ruddy-complexed Vermilion Lantern and the lean Yu Qingshui, as well as the sincere monk in a robe, were staring at the senior brother Li Changshui of the plain altar in the dust. "Senior Brother Li, what you said is true?" Although the monk Xincheng is a monk, he has an impatient temperament, and he didn't wait for the vermilion light to speak before asking, "The chamber of commerce in Jinan Mansion is really fat." ”

"It should be true." Yu Qingshui pondered for a moment and said, "We planned to start an incident last year, but a man called Gongju Grain Warehouse in Jinan Prefecture came to collect 200,000 catties of grain from our county, and the price was supported, and the people breathed a sigh of relief. Brother Zhu saw that the momentum was not right, so the brothers waited for a year. I heard that the owner of the grain store is surnamed Miao, and now he is also the major shareholder of the Jinan Chamber of Commerce, his family last year just to buy autumn grain will cost millions of catties, I heard that the ghost mill of foreign devils are ground into flour, Zhili, Shandong all the way to the capital, outside the customs are his family's fine powder, special powder, special two powder, even the compound powder mixed with bran is sold more expensive than other good noodles. Speaking of which, the Chamber of Commerce in Jinan Prefecture is a fat sheep. ”

"Jinan Mansion has 10,000 elite soldiers of the Wuwei Right Army, can we do things in the countryside who dig in the soil?" The sincere monk has a bit of a brain, and he knows how to put his hands on it. "Unless there's some way to hold them back?"

"There is no need for you to worry about this, my military advisor heard that this year's autumn exercises in the imperial court, and the right army of Wuwei sent more than half of the soldiers and horses to Nanyuan to meet the exercises, and they will not come back for a while. And the plan of the military division is to bloom more, fast forward and retreat, and the Wuwei Right Army, which has less than 5,000 people left, must take care of the provincial capital first, as for the commercial port outside the inner city for a while, so please do it together, you don't need to touch the mold of his Wuwei Right Army, that is, to ambush the No. 100 regiment with more fights and less, and then let's smash the sound kiln of the commercial port together, where is the big pile of silver, please take the big scale with everyone to divide the gold, big bowl of wine, I don't know what Senior Brother Zhu wants? ”

Zhu Honglan was stuffy, just listening to no words, but Yu Qingshui saw Zhu Honglan's heels shaking rapidly from the side, this is the habitual action of the big boss before making up his mind, he thought about it, he must play a good show of making trouble in Jinan Mansion, looking at the excited big and small leaders around him, he suddenly felt a palpitation, God knows how many people these hundreds of heroes can come back alive?

The insurance group of the Jinan Chamber of Commerce has not yet formed an espionage system, and it is common for the surrounding villages to rise up one after another and resist donations, and they never thought that there would be a group of boxers and bandits who tried to plot their own chamber of commerce a hundred and ten miles away. On this day, Lao Wei of the insurance group came out of Lashan and went to the old camp in Ping'an Town to urge supplies, and by the way, he went back to his home to see his wife and children who had not seen him for a long time. Du Zicheng ran at both ends of the city and the old camp, and at this time he happened to be in the provincial capital to inspect the garrison points of various regiments. In fact, Du Zicheng and the niece of the old man of Hengdeli Wang Guangzu have already made up their minds to marry the two families of Wu Wang, and the second brother Miao personally acted as a matchmaker, which can be regarded as a happy event for the Jinan Chamber of Commerce itself, so these days Du Zicheng has been running a little diligently in the city, and most of the affairs of the old camp are handed over to Han Dangtou's nephew He Dazhuang to manage. This He Dazhuang has no outsiders, his maternal uncle is the head of the Shun'an Dart Bureau, the cooked meat shop of Fusheng Zhai opened by his father, and is also an old member of the Jinan Chamber of Commerce. He Dazhuang has more meat than food, and likes to practice guns with his uncle, although his talent is limited, but he is more than one meter nine meters tall, more than one or two hundred pounds of tendon meat, the whole temple of the tiger Arhat, seventeen years old this year, looks like half of the black iron tower, is a top soldier in the recruit team, except for Lao Wei and Du Niang, the fists and feet can rank in the top three, people are tall and big and have the relationship between uncle and father, but Da Zhuang is honest, his parents brought him cooked meat never dead, are filial piety instructors, He was assigned to his brothers on the same team, and often took care of other recruits who couldn't keep up, and once set a record of running well with seven rifles in cross-country running. Now he is the trainee deputy detachment leader of Du Zicheng's detachment and the captain of a small team, although he is young, he can be exposed to the merchant family since he was a child, and he is very knowledgeable in the world, and he has a good foundation in private school, and he can also keep up with cultural classes. Although he saw that it was the captain of the Wei detachment who came, the sentry still conscientiously fulfilled the pass of verifying the documents, and only then moved the barbed wire, He Dazhuang had already run over from the playground to greet him Uncle Wei, but there was also a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, and the old Wei also knew him, Xiao Mingfeng, the eldest son of the Xiao family in the nearby Ping'an Town. Although Xiao Mingfeng went to a foreigner's church school, he liked to dance with guns and sticks, and returned to his hometown from his uncle's house in Guangdong at the beginning of this year. In fact, on the edge of the provincial capital, only more than 20 miles away from the West Gate, no one believed that there could be a large number of bandits who could attack Ping'an Town, so they simply didn't even buy more guns, just a dozen or so bird guns that could be beaten and two guns, and the rest were some big blades and guns. Recently, Xiao Mingfeng fell in love with the insurance group, and the two families were neighbors, taking the opportunity of patrolling to often observe the training of the insurance group, and after a long time, he simply trained with the insurance group in the name of visiting friends, and also brought more than 30 strong men, as a result, there are more than 20 recruits in Ping'an Town who are now staying in the team, Lao Wei has asked me, and I also acquiesced to Xiao Mingfeng's training in the insurance group, but considering the relationship between Xiao's family and son, there was no mention of letting him join the insurance group, and his family probably didn't want the eldest young master to be the big head group, So I pretended to be confused. However, Du Zicheng and I have both tested this eldest young master, he is really a natural material who carries a gun to fight, and has some command and organization talents, at least the shopkeeper can patrol on time when he is away. After greeting each other, Xiao Mingfeng said, "Master Wei, the shopkeepers in the town caught a kid yesterday and didn't have a road guide, and they also sneakily inquired about the insurance group and the shopkeepers in the town, and let my people close the cellar, I don't look like a good thing, or you can also review it." ”

"Don't make fun of you, Wei Ye," He Dazhuang grinned and said, "Wei Ye still has something to do." Besides, there are more homeless people who have no road guide now, maybe they are very hungry and come to join the army to earn food, if you don't feel troublesome, send the official, or just let it go, don't delay Wei Ye to go home and serve kang pancakes. "Let's play, wait for Lao Du to come back and pick up your kid." Lao Wei punched Da Zhuang's chest, and a wave of flesh tossed, He Da Zhuang, this kid didn't even retreat, and he didn't have a grinning fart. Lao Wei thought to himself that anyway, the boss had instructed him to get involved in the affairs of the town, so let Xiao Xiao handle it himself. Let a sleeping dog lie. "Xiao Xiao, what Da Zhuang said is reasonable, you go back to scare and scare him, if you can't ask, let him go, and you have to give the trouble to the official, why spend money to ruin the lives of people who don't take it?"

"Well, what Wei Ye said is, I'll go and ask, and then let it go, I've been squatting for a long time anyway." Xiao Mingfeng saw that the two of them were not interested, so he simply went back to deal with it. Lao Wei also asked Da Zhuang about the recent situation, gave Da Zhuang the supply list, and asked him to send someone to the city to Lao Wu, purchase and send it to the Lashan shooting range as soon as possible, and then turned around and went home to pick up the child, of course, it is not enough for outsiders to hold the child or hold the wife. If Lao Wei could follow Xiao Mingfeng to his house to have a look, he would definitely be surprised that the chicken nest squatting in the vegetable cellar with messy hair, wrapped in broken cotton wool and gnawing on cabbage, was actually the famous former treasurer of the Tiger Banner Dart Bureau, and the current wanted criminal Chen Chaogui Chen Dadart. It's a pity that the opportunity was inadvertently missed, and the insurance regiment continued to operate according to its own inherent frequency in ignorance, not noticing the Boxers coming from the provincial capital on the official road in northern Lubei.

At this time, thousands of miles away in Shanghai, in the conference room on the third floor of Sassoon & Co., No. 5 Yan Kee Road in the Public Concession, a group of well-dressed Chinese and foreign gentlemen were sipping Darjeeling, India, smoking Havana cigars, and they were waiting for a person, a Chinese, a Chinese businessman who could produce industrial products comparable to those of Europe. "Mr. Sean, the owner of Shandong Standard Machinery Factory, the regimental training inspection of the three prefectures in the east and west of the Qing Dynasty, the political envoy of the Yamen Engineering Department and the director of the South Gate Military Camp, and the special envoy for the sorting of the various museums in Shandong came to visit." The Sikh doorman at the door reported a long number in strong Indian English, and for a moment everyone in the conference room focused on the gate, and the owner of Sassoon's foreign company, Elias Sassoon, was talking with a bearded Russian consul about the appearance of black caviar on the Volga River, then politely ended the chat and turned to the door. Greeted by a bearded Jew, I stepped onto the Persian wool rug in the conference room.

"Welcome, my honorable Inspector." Sassoon saw the enthusiasm of his old friend for many years and hugged me.

"Thank you for having me, Dear Mr. Sassoon. You are such a hospitable host, and I felt your enthusiasm as soon as I stepped into your firm. God, if you don't mind, I'd like to take off this heavy bearskin mattress first, knowing that your enthusiasm has kept this room in the summer. "I made a deliberate gesture of wiping my sweat, and my humor was laughed at pleasantly by a dry European businessman.

At this time, a tall and thin silver-haired British John standing by the window was also silently watching me in the stars holding the moon, he intersected with my gaze when I glanced over, and slightly raised the cigar in his hand to signal to me, from the face of this guy can be seen that it is carved out of the same mold as Alfred, obviously it should be Alfred's uncle, that is, the current patriarch of the Montague family. Just when I was thinking that after a while, the crowd would disperse and go over to talk to him, and I couldn't let my friend's elders take the initiative to greet me.

"Mr. Hartung, thank you, you can go and rest." Sassoon the mustache was waving down the mustache Jew who had led me upstairs, apparently his employee. I was attracted by this name, Hartung, the overlord of Nanjing Road, the future Shanghai Taipan! Wait a minute, I must find him to sign a name and take a photo, and it is better to get together to buy a piece of land or something, hahaha.