Zhao Chuanxin wore a high-necked black knit sweater, Jiang Bo tailored a suit cover for him, a blended coat over it, shiny mid-strappy leather shoes on his feet, an old sacred altar and a secret realm pendant became a sweater chain accessory outside, and a pilot's watch on his wrist.

The black hair that reached the length of the shawl was scattered haphazardly, and the beard had become messy after a long untrimmed period.

His outfit was very non-mainstream at this time, mainly because knitwear had not yet become popular.

But it looks very spiritual, and it belongs to the kind of style that only special people can control.

So although the guards were angry at Zhao Chuanxin's rudeness, they were not nervous.

Usually people dressed like this will only shout and not move.

He said coldly: "If you don't search your body, I won't let you in anyway." ”

Zhao Chuanxin: "Three." ”

Guard: "......"

One, two let your dog eat?

Zhao Chuanxin used his hand as a knife and cut it into the guard's throat.

The guard's eyes bulged violently, and his hands covered his throat, and Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to pull the shoulder strap of his rifle and pulled it down.

Hold down the guard's face and push a little harder so that the back of his head collides with the wall tiles of the corridor.

Boom......

The guard passed out.

Zhao Chuanxin took the Lee Enfield box short rifle, and the British fast gun is a good thing.

Straightening his coat and twisting his neck, Zhao Chuanxin walked into the hall with dry rice.

"Woo Woo ......"

"Okay, they are negotiating, there must be a group of Chinese and a group of foreigners, find it and tell me."

……

After several days of negotiations, the price reached a new impasse.

Jemison said: "Three million taels of silver, not a penny less." ”

Qu Benqiao shook his head: "Consul Jemeisen, we only have 2.3 million taels. ”

"Please call me chairman, I will now negotiate with you in the name of the chairman of Fu Company." Jemeisen emphasized: "3 million, no less. ”

Jemison is both the British Consul General in Shanghai and the Chairman of the Fu Company.

A few days ago, he also insisted on five million, and now it has dropped to three million.

Qu Benqiao was patient: "We can make up another 100,000 taels of silver at most, and it is impossible to do more." ”

Jemei Sen said arrogantly: "No money, I advise you not to operate a coal mine, the mining rights are better to stay in England, at least we have the capital to buy equipment to build a railway." Please don't try to convince me that they don't strike or not, and it has nothing to do with our company. ”

Qu Benqiao was about to speak, when he suddenly saw the figure of a black and white dog flash by the door.

He frowned, sighed and said, "Such a stalemate is not good for you and me, 2.5 million is our limit." ”

Zhe Meisen took out a box of cigars, and did not give them to Qu Benqiao and others, and picked up the cigar cutter by himself: "Take a step back, 2.75 million, we can make a deal, but you can't go back to Shanxi." ”

Cigar smoking was an expensive hobby at this time, and only the middle class could smoke it. Eleven years later, America's big bosses said in Congress: "What the country really needs is a good five-cent cigar." ”

Five cents a cigarette is actually expensive enough, but in fact cigars are far more expensive than five cents, ten times or even a hundred times is not an exaggeration.

It will be 50 years from now that the United States will have a truly mature mechanization of cigar production, and the price of a single cigar will drop to five cents.

Qu Benqiao, Liu Maoxian, and Feng Jichuan exchanged glances, and clearly saw the light called "heartbeat" in each other's eyes.

Qu Benqiao's somewhat stiff face finally showed a smile.

He was about to open his mouth when the door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall man walked in with a sense of relaxation: "Oh, so lively? ”

Jemison was furious: "Who are you? How did you get in? ”

Zhao Chuanxin came to the table, took out one from Jemeisen's cigar box, cut off his head and lit it, and said, "Are you blind?" Of course I walked in. ”

The appearance of no one in the eyes of the anti-guest made Jemeisen feel hateful.

Not only the British were confused, but Qu Benqiao and others were also surprised.

"Who are you?" Jemison asked angrily.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled a chair and sat between the two sides, on the side of the table, flicked cigarette ash and said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin." ”

Jememori frowned, and their eyes suddenly sparkled.

Jemesen felt familiar, but he didn't remember it for a while.

"Whoever you are, get out of here now, or ......"

"Who are you telling to get out?" Zhao Chuanxin's face changed, and he stared at him murderously and asked.

Jemison was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.

It made him angry.

Anyway, he is also the consul general of the British Empire, who would dare to talk to him like this?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his cowardly appearance, turned his head and asked Qu Benqiao: "Report yourself." ”

The three of them hurriedly got up and said respectfully: "In Xiaqu Benqiao, the word is Chunan, a native of Qi County, and his family has been doing business for generations, and now he is here for Shanxi mining rights. ”

"In the ...... of Xia Feng Jichuan"

"Reward ...... under Liu Mao"

Zhao Chuanxin sat with a big grin, nodded and said, "How far has the negotiation got?" ”

Qu Benqiao replied honestly: "Consul Jemeisen...... Well, the chairman bid 2.75 million taels of silver, and we haven't agreed yet. ”

Just now, I was already excited, and I was going to agree.

But seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was coming, Qu Benqiao changed his words again.

When Zhemeisen heard this, his face flashed with anger: "You are clearly going to agree." ”

Qu Benqiao is not a fox and a tiger, and said very sincerely: "Chairman Zhemeisen, I really didn't say that I agreed, and everyone present can testify." ”

Jemison shivered coldly.

Because Qu Benqiao really didn't speak.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted Erlang's leg and touched his head.

Dry rice dissatisfied: "Wangwang......"

"I've been smoking for more than a day or two, so you don't like the smell of smoke?"

Jemeisen burst into tears: "Enough! ”

There are so many people, but he is talking to dogs, which is really insulting.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and was about to speak, when the door was slammed open, and six British soldiers with loaded guns rushed in.

"Mr. Jemeson, are you alright?"

Zhemeisen finally had the confidence, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Take this person down and put him in prison!" ”

Qu Benqiao's faces changed greatly, and they looked at Zhao Chuanxin worriedly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't panic at all, took a puff of his cigar, and sprayed the smoke on Jemeisen's face: "I'll count three, these soldiers will all die if they don't quit." ”

"You ......"

Jemeisen had just spoken, and Zhao Chuanxin: "Three." ”

Before Jemeisen and the group of British soldiers could react, Zhao Chuanxin was short, but he squatted down, quickly pulled the handle, and hugged the god of war M1907 in his hand.

Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ......

The bodies of the six British soldiers were like a shaking sieve, bursting with large spills of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin directly emptied the magazine.

He was squatting at this time, clamping the upper end of the God of War M1907 in the crook of his legs, replacing the new magazine with the old one, and pulling the handle again, the action was so skillful that people couldn't see clearly.

He sat back in his chair and put the gun on the table: "Keep talking." ”

Jemeson: "......"

Feng Jichuan only felt that his blood was on his head.

Is this the God of War?

Talking and laughing, the canopy is gone!

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin killing people without blinking, Zhe Meisen finally remembered who he was: "You are a butcher of the Far East......

"It's just not talented." Zhao Chuanxin said with a cigar in his mouth.

Zhemeisen was in a cold sweat, took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead, and his voice became hoarse when he spoke again: "What do you want?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin asked Qu Benqiao: "At the beginning, how much did Fu Company spend to get the mining rights in Shanxi?" ”

Feng Jichuan excitedly preemptively said: "Mr. Zhao, they spent 20,000 pounds, more than 200,000 taels of silver. ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhemeisen: "You are asking for 2.75 million taels now, right?" ”

Zhemeisen thought that Zhao Chuanxin had some scruples, or something else, and nodded: "Exactly, this is an investment, which is normal." ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded the table with his cigar between his fingers, and made a "knock" sound: "Qu Benqiao, you take 200,000 taels of silver, and the rest is mine." ”

Qu Benqiao and others were ecstatic.

Jemison first breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the British soldier lying in a pool of blood at the door, and his brows furrowed again: "Hmph, it's not just about money now, you killed so many of us......"

He also said that Zhao Chuanxin was afraid, so he began to make inches.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "What's the matter, it's not just money, you Britain still want to take hundreds of lives, plus a few more warships, right?" ”

reminded Zhe Meisen of what kind of person Zhao Chuanxin is.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it.

What a handful of old beauties, what devils, what Portuguese villains.

It is common to fight one against one hundred, and it is said that in New York, he fought with tens of thousands of New York police officers alone, and finally retreated.

The Japanese, Portuguese and American warships were scuttled, and it seems that the British were not worse than the British.

Remembering that there were British warships in the Upper Huangpu River, Jemeisen picked up a handkerchief again to wipe his cold sweat: "It's not, I mean, there is something to talk about, and there is no need to cause death." ”

Qu Benqiao, Feng Jichuan and Liu Mao appreciated this relief.

At this time, the Chinese people must bow their heads to the foreigners, and they must also speak in a low voice.

Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly the toughest Chinese they have ever seen.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the cigar on the table of Xiaoye Rosewood, and Zhe Meisen was worried when he saw it.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded and scolded: "What a broken cigar, it's really hard to smoke." ”

As he spoke, he took out a box of camel cigarettes and gave them light them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Then the matter is settled, Qu Benqiao and they will take 200,000 taels of silver, and the rest will be mine." ”

Jemeisen couldn't help Zhao Chuan's salary: "Yes." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled with satisfaction: "Very good." By the way, my share of the silver will be on credit first. ”

Feng Jichuan laughed out loud.

Qu Benqiao also tried his best to endure it.

"Walter's ......"

Zhe Meisen wanted to scold his mother, but he held back before he finished scolding, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin aggrievedly: "Mr. Zhao, this is absolutely inappropriate, and investors will not agree." ”

Zhao Chuanxin was dissatisfied again, and slapped Xiao Ye Zi Sandalwood's table Bang Bang Xiang: "Who is so faceless, let him tell me in person." ”

When Jemeson heard this, a proud smile appeared on his face: "One of the major shareholders behind it is the Marquis of Laurena, my country, and he is the son-in-law of the empress. ”

thought that this was enough to deter Zhao Chuanxin.

Clinker Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Does he have a butler named Henry Eliot?" That fool was fed fish by me sinking into the sea, what a few Marquis of Laurena, he felt impatient to live, Lao Tzu can go to England to get his head, you can see how much more difficult it is than to explore the bag and get it. ”

Jemeson: "......"

At this time, Feng Jichuan came to the window and looked out.

He hurried back and said, "Mr. Zhao, the outside is surrounded by British troops. ”

"Surrounded by surrounding, what kind of system are you panicking into?" Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied. "Let them wait and die."

Feng Jichuan: "......"

The British consulate was not far from their barracks, which is why British soldiers could come so quickly.

Jemison listened, and his eyes began to flicker.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Do you agree?" ”

Jemison pretended to hesitate: "I need time to discuss with the major shareholders, there are not only the shares of the Marquis of Laurena, but also the shares of Italian Prime Minister Rodini." ”

In fact, at the beginning, Fu Company only invested 20,000 pounds, while Rodini's money was only 100 pounds, accounting for 0.5% of the total capital.

The implications behind this are self-explanatory.

It does not prevent Jemei Sen from pulling the tiger skin to make a big banner.

Zhao Chuanxin was impatient: "What the hell is the Italian prime minister not the prime minister, Lao Tzu recognizes who he is?" Give you a day, tomorrow Lao Tzu will come to sign a contract with you, otherwise you won't go back to the UK, Shili Yangchang is the best place to bury bones. ”

(End of chapter)