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At this time, there were already more drinkers in the tavern on the side of the road, and Qin Chuan, who was sitting in the car, inadvertently looked at the tavern on the side of the road, and suddenly a familiar face fell into his eyes.

In a Japanese tavern on the side of the road, a short man in a suit is walking out with a middle-aged man in a blue horse coat with a slightly fat figure.

Although it was already dark, by the dim light of the gas street lamp, Qin Chuan, who had sharp eyes, still recognized the short man at a glance.

"Ishikawa May Day!"

"Japanese!"

I don't know why, as soon as he saw Ishikawa Wuyi, Qin Chuan's heart tightened for no reason.

Because the distance was too close, Qin Chuan, who was sitting in the car, couldn't look back again, closed his eyes and recalled the scene that flashed just now.

The two of them blushed and walked awkwardly, apparently they had been in the tavern for a while, and the slightly sour sake must have been poured in. And the most important thing is that from the shape of the man in the horse coat who speaks, Qin Chuan can tell that they are speaking Chinese, that is, the middle-aged man in the horse coat is not Japanese, but Han.

Because there are never two Japanese people who don't speak each other's native language in a Japanese tavern.

It is estimated that the rickshaw he was sitting in should have run thirty meters away, in a dim environment, and at such a long distance, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see themselves clearly, Qin Chuan quickly poked his head out and looked in the direction of the tavern, only to see that Ishikawa Wuyi had already sent the man in the horse coat to the car, and he himself called a rickshaw, got into the car, and was coming in his direction.

Although it is dark, from Dongguan to the city, the shops on both sides of the street are still open, every house is brightly lit, the street is lit with oil lamps and set up chaotic stalls, and the vendors who sell sugar-fried chestnuts, smoked eggs, braised pork and various snacks are everywhere, although it is not as good as the gas lamps on the road in the concession, but the main road of the dry street is also very bright, and the bustling flow of people and the people who come out at night to cool off are not much less than during the day.

The atmosphere in Tianjin is much hotter than in the concession, starting from outside Dongguan and ending in Needle Street, everywhere there are groups of people of all ages gathered together to talk loudly about the affairs of the Beiyang colonel, as well as the loss of money lost by the foreigner De Huanglin in the concession. The rickshaw passed through the narrow streets, and the chatter of people on the side of the road drifted into Qin Chuan's ears.

These people who are talking about it, when they talk about happiness, they let out bursts of exclamations and applause in the crowd from time to time, especially about Qinchuan and Yantuan, not only what they say has noses and eyes, but the content is even more divine.

It is said that Qin Chuan, the leader of the salt regiment, has just returned from abroad, but he is not a flat-headed commoner, he is an English officer in the West, and his official position is not small.

It is also said that the leader of the salt regiment surnamed Qin did not come back from England, but from France, saying that when he was going back to China, the French emperor cherished him as a talent, and he would not let him go, and he still ran back by himself.

What's more, the leader of this salt group has quite a lot of industry in his home abroad, and he has a lot of big business, no, as soon as he came back, he built many new factories in Tianjinwei, and the foreign cloth and canned food produced by his factories are all foreign things, which are better than many things from Western countries.

Others said that he heard from his relatives in the Zhiyan Hall that this surnamed Qin also had to drum up refined salt that was much finer and whiter than the fine salt of foreigners, and our old and young masters of Tianjin Wei would soon eat this good salt without a little soil, and our Tianjin Wei because of these factories opened by Lord Qin that were not in the capital and Shanghai in the south, Tianjin Wei was prosperous just around the corner, and so on.

What made Qin Chuan laugh even more was that there was also an old man who said that he was Qin Qiong's ninety-fifth great-grandson, otherwise how could he be so powerful.

Fortunately, Qin Chuan is wearing plain clothes, otherwise now that Qin Chuan appears in this Tianjin city, I am afraid that he will immediately be surrounded by water, and the scenery will definitely not be inferior to any of the popular stars in his previous life.

Qin Chuan was nothing, but Chu Yunfei and Xu Tong, who were following behind, could hear it happily, until they got out of the car, the two young people still looked at Qin Chuan and smirked.

Although Yiranju is not famous for its dishes in Tianjin, the environment here is one of the best restaurants in Tianjin, although it is only a three-story wooden building, it can be carved and painted in an antique style, and it is said to have a history of hundreds of years. At this time, although this Yiranju is far from being the best restaurant in Tianjin, it is said that the grandfather of the chef of the restaurant is the imperial chef, and the dishes made now are quite royal flavors.

Qin Chuan is not very particular about eating, but he is much more picky about the environment for eating. Because of the need to build a new ship, Qin Chuan took Li Mingfang, Bian Changsheng, Wang Desheng, Yang Deming, Zha Lianbiao, and Yuan Yuchun to a banquet for Zhang Shiheng and several major Chinese and foreign engineering and technical personnel of the Machinery Bureau.

Because he had been here, Qin Chuan was already familiar with the way, and after asking the guy who greeted him with a smile on his face, he went up the stairs to the second floor by himself, and the guy hurriedly snatched it sideways from Qin Chuan, and trotted up to the second floor to lead the way.

Not only is the appearance simple and upright, but the interior decorations, tables and chairs are also flashy, all of which are made of carved hardwood, and the pillars and railings of the courtyard are painted with bright red paint, which is clean and spotless. The first floor is the individual guest hall, which is already full of drinkers, and the second and third floors are private rooms.

Something that made Qin Chuan feel strange, although it was Min Chengjun who invited him to a banquet, but the choice of the banquet in this restaurant must be done by Zhang Shiheng, since it was done by Zhang Shiheng, why didn't he go to the private room on the third floor with the highest taste, but the one on the right on the second floor.

Outside the door of the private room stood two middle-aged men wearing black hats, wide sleeves, bucky, and Japanese katana swords around their waists.

Although Qin Chuan felt that these two people were Koreans, and they were also kung fu kinds, he still felt strange about carrying Japanese katana swords with them.

The reason why Qin Chuan recognized these two people as North Koreans at a glance was because the clothes of these two people were very special, and only North Koreans would wear such awkward clothes.

The so-called Zhou Yi is the formal dress of the North Koreans, much like the clothes of the Han and Tang dynasties.

And the so-called bucky is the wide-legged pants of the North Koreans.

The North Korean hat, that is, the official hat, is divided into many kinds, which can be divided into grades, although after several reforms, but at this time the common people are still not allowed to wear the hat, which shows that these two people should be North Koreans with official positions.

Qin Chuan estimated that these two people were probably similar to those inner masters with sword guards in the Imperial Palace of Beijing City, but the two people standing in front of them were North Korea's inner masters.

Seeing Qin Chuan and the others going upstairs, although the two people didn't move, a pair of eyes looked at them coldly.

Seeing that someone was blocking the road at the door of the private room, Chu Yunfei and Xu Tong rolled up their sleeves and grabbed the front。。。。。。