When Zhao Chuanxin was a child, people basically didn't stay up all night to keep up at that time.

But at this time, most people will still keep the New Year.

At least that's Zhao Yixian.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, his eyelids fought, and he went back to the house to sleep, and even the lights were turned off.

What kind of beast, Zhao Chuanxin felt that it might not be his opponent.

The thirty-fourth year of Guangxu, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Emperor Guangxu is 37 years old.

Before dawn, he dragged his weak body, got up early, bathed and changed.

In front of the Ming Hall Divine Plaque on the Yin Word Table and the League Member Table, he saluted with incense.

In front of the West Buddha Hall and the East Buddha Hall, where he walked by, the eunuch set off firecrackers behind him.

Then go to the East Warm Pavilion for breakfast and take a break.

After that, the busy day really begins.

He had to go to the Le'an Hall where Cixi was currently living to ask An Daoxi.

Cixi had a straight face: "Where does the joy come from?" ”

"This ......" didn't have this interrogation procedure in the past?

Emperor Guangxu was a little confused.

Cixi snorted lightly with her nose: "Let's go to Xinuan Pavilion to summon the ministers first." ”

Emperor Guangxu retreated.

The courtiers on the first day of the Lunar New Year congratulate each other, in fact, there is no substantive content, just a formality.

Guangxu was a little tired, but he still had to insist on finishing the courtiers, and he had to meet the queen and the concubines.

Some are three kneeling and nine prostrating, some are six su, and then three kneeling and three prostrations, in short, all kinds of kowtows.

It's all gone, and it's already ten o'clock in the morning.

There's a bunch of routine charters waiting for him in the back.

Guangxu's face was a little dark, and he felt more and more that he was a walking corpse, a puppet who was pulled by others.

When will you survive that old woman?

……

Zhao Chuan's payday was three poles, and the sun only got up when it shone through the glass and shone on his buttocks.

After washing up with sleepy eyes, he put on work pants, a henry shirt, and a shiny torn cotton jacket on the outside, and came to the living room.

Nikola Tesla was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

He asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, in this newspaper, a writer with the pen name 'Master of the 59th Floor' claims that he knows you, and also says that you are a eunuch, so you have no wife and no children so far, so you are cynical and love to concoct rumors to slander others." ”

I thought that Zhao Chuanxin would be annoyed, and he drank porridge and bared his teeth: "Oh? Is that so? Next to the ancient road in the Russian Concession, Zhao wanted to cry first, which is really a sad report. ”

"......" Nikola Tesla: "Aren't you going to pursue it?" ”

"What are you looking for, what is the owner of the fifth and ninth floors, when you hear it, it's a stupid pen name for the Japanese. Frowning, it's all my loss. ”

He can destroy people's bodies, but he can't gag people's mouths. Even if they don't splash dirty water here, they can work elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't matter, and he can't drop a piece of meat.

Nikola Tesla believes that Zhao Chuanxin's open-mindedness is more like wisdom than human sophistication.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin put a book in front of Nikola Tesla, and pointed his finger at the book cover: "The way of salvation is in it." ”

After speaking, put on his coat and Shi Shiran went downstairs.

Nikola Tesla looked at the book, and the title of the book was impressive - Golden Plum ......

Zhao Chuanxin continued to disassemble the Rolls-Royce, and no one bothered him today, but Zhao Chuanxin's efficiency was much lower.

He took it apart and recorded it at the same time, recording all the memories he could think of about the car on paper.

When the scoundrel who hadn't seen anyone on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year came back, he had to show him if there were any new ideas for design.

After working until the evening, Zhao Chuanxin went back upstairs to eat.

Zhao Yixian had already returned, and he saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was covered in oil, and asked, "Why hasn't Benjamin come back yet?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Didn't you leave together in the morning?" ”

Zhao Yixian said: "After going out, we will go our separate ways. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried, but he didn't show it on his face, and said stiffly: "If you don't come back, you will starve him to death, and the dogs will start to be homeless." Speaking of dog stuff, how come Dry Rice and Balbos haven't come back? ”

"Walked with Benjamin in the morning."

“……”

At this time, Nikola Tesla came out with "The Golden Vase of Plums" and threw the book in front of Zhao Chuanxin: "Ridiculous, ridiculous to the extreme......"

Zhao Chuanxin Yile: "Nikolai, don't worry, it's okay if you're still young and can't understand!" ”

"......" Nikola Tesla pointed to the book and said: "What a bunch of nonsense, the beginning of the book says that wine and wealth are the great pleasures of life and the taboo of life, and if people only pursue these things, what is the difference between them and beasts?" What's more, what is said that the good things in the world are not strong, the colored clouds are easy to disperse, and the glass is brittle - gold, silver, copper, and iron are all good things, and the high value of diamonds is indestructible, so why is it not strong? It's all gibberish! ”

"......" Zhao Chuanxin was directly confused: "You watched "Golden Vase Plum" for a day, and you saw these? ”

"And what else can there be?"

Zhao Chuanxin had nothing to say.

The lights were on, the meal was ready, but Benjamin Goldberg hadn't come back yet.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't sit still.

Just as he wanted to get dressed and go out, Liu Huaqiang came back with a letter: "Dean, someone sent a letter." ”

"Show me it."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had a bad premonition.

When he saw the three smaller English letters "Gao Boming" and "BJM" on the wax seal, the sense of foreboding was even stronger.

Liu Huaqiang asked: "Dean, who is Gao Boming?" ”

"Benjamin's Chinese name." Zhao Chuanxin said lightly.

Unwrapping the envelope, Nikola Tesla, Zhao Yixian and Liu Huaqiang all peeked behind.

I saw that the letter wrote: My master personally enlightened - walking with the master, all the way to see the Qinhuai Water Pavilion, the southern capital of the prosperous land, the two sides of the lightboat, painting the sill carved railing, but never leaving the master to be blessed by the shade, always lack of exercise. The falcon tried its wings, the wind and dust were sucking up, it was time to hit the road alone, and dry rice and Balworth walked with me. Master doesn't have to be anxious, or in March, or half a year, you and I will meet again in Suzhou. Master must not cast spells to catch up, if the speed is too fast, the climate of Hankou will easily make you suffer from rheumatism. As for the grenade, the design drawings are attached. As for cars, the recommendations are as follows......

Everyone saw that Zhao Chuanxin's face was very dark, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Zhao Yixian cautiously persuaded: "Benjamin is extremely intelligent, and he will definitely be fine." Since he knows what he does, he has a way to deal with difficulties in the future......"

But Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "This scumbag, the words are still written like chicken chops, it's really hateful!" ”

“……”

That's it?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Open the meal." ”

During the banquet, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and scolded angrily, no different from usual.

After dinner, when Zhao Chuanxin returned to the room and lay on the bed, his face showed worry: "This little deflated calf, when I come back, Lao Tzu will not cut you to death!" ”

Benjamin Goldberg's idea of "roaming the rivers and lakes" has long been revealed, but unfortunately Zhao Chuanxin was busy maneuvering with the concessions and ignored it.

He couldn't sleep and was so distraught that he had to take out the Code of the Old Gods.

Last time, "I" went to the birdman tribe for help, but was rejected by the profit-hungry birdman.

"I" and the mourning spirit rushed to the north to ask the bear people for help.

[In the north of the Shadow Forest, the land is gradually becoming barren. 】

[Ahead is an endless sandy field with many strange-shaped trees living on the sand. 】

[The mourning spirit said: Be careful, there is a mother tree from ancient times that broke out of the soil from meteorites. The harsh environment makes the mother tree cry for a long time in the whirlpool of sand. It has a tenacious birth of countless offspring, and the daughter tree is bloated, and the water stored in it can be absorbed by the mother tree. We need to avoid the place where the Mother Tree is, it will devour any flesh that passes by. Let's not alarm it. 】

[The Mourning took me on a trek through the sand dunes of the Shadow Forest, all the way north to the plateau. 】

[We will rest here for the night, and we will be able to reach the bear tribe tomorrow.] 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book, tossed and turned on the bed, and didn't know how long it took to fall asleep in a daze.

The next morning, he still woke up late.

After washing, I came to the living room and saw Li Guangzong, who had been busy for the past two days, drinking tea with a bald foreigner.

As soon as Li Guangzong wanted to speak, Liu Huaqiang preemptively said, "Dean, I will take a day off." ”

Zhao Chuanxin yawned: "What?" Your daughter-in-law is getting married tomorrow? ”

"Ah, this ......" Liu Huaqiang couldn't cry or laugh: "On the second day of the Lunar New Year, my wife returned to the door, and I wanted to send her." ”

He wasn't angry, because he had already figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temperament. Don't look at the dean's black mouth, in fact, he is not merciful at all.

You can't provoke yourself for the New Year.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Get out." ”

Only then did Li Guangzong get up and say: "Master, this is Mr. Albert Kahn, a well-known French banker and a world-renowned photographer. ”

Albert Kahn looked at Zhao Chuanxin, a man wearing a black shirt made of velvet with cuffs rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. The pants fit well, not as wide as the formal wear at this time. Pull on a pair of cotton slippers on your feet.

On the original bald head, a thick layer of hair stubble grows.

The facial features are very tough.

Albert Kahn's eyes lit up, and Zhao Chuanxin was indeed different from all the Chinese he had ever seen.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched and patted Albert Kahn on the shoulder: "Hey, come to the door, and bring a camera as a gift, man, you are too polite." ”

Albert Kahn: "......"

Li Guangzong smiled embarrassedly: "Just kidding, don't take Mr. Kahn seriously. Mr. Kahn is the photographer, and this is his tool. ”

Albert Kahn said, "If Mr. Zhao likes it, it doesn't hurt to give it to you." ”

Zhao Chuanxin sat down with a big grin and took a sip of tea: "I'm going to leave today, and the rest of Hankou will be handed over to you." ”

Li Guangzong hurriedly responded, and said, "Master, Mr. Kahn has come to visit you on purpose and wants to take a record of you. ”

Albert Kahn also said: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, I read the newspaper that the pictures of you are very blurry and shrouded in smoke, shall I take a few pictures of you up close?" ”

"Don't shoot!" Zhao Chuanxin simply refused.

The smoke was filled with reality, which he did on purpose, so how could Albert Kahn take clear pictures?

So the atmosphere became awkward.

Captain Zhao never saves face for others when he speaks, and even more so with strangers, which is very different from most Chinese people who regard the golden mean as wisdom.

Albert Kahn was more receptive to this directness than Lee Kwang Chung, and he was determined to succeed today, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhao, I need to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter?" Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "The Japanese emperor is dead?" An earthquake occurred in Japan and the land sank into the sea? Tens of millions of people killed in the tsunami in Japan? ”

"Uh......" Albert Kahn wiped the sweat from his head, "neither." I would like to tell Mr. Zhao that Wilden, the illustrator of the American "Naughty Boy Pictorial", has drawn a few illustrations that scandalize Mr. Zhao, and is preparing to send them back to the United States for publication. ”

"Huh? So that's it. Zhao Chuanxin coughed: "Harm, let me worry about the Japanese in vain, hehehe......"

"......" Albert Kahn laughed twice, "aren't you angry?" ”

"Angry, how not angry." Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Where does Wilden live?" ”

"Temporary stay at the U.S. Consulate." Albert Kahn didn't take it seriously and told him directly.

Zhao Chuanxin began to get dressed, put on cotton clothes, and opened the living room window: "You talk first, I'll go back when I go." ”

As he spoke, he jumped down through the window.

Albert Kahn's eyes widened: "So high, is it really okay to jump?" ”

Li Guangzong smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter, if the world will end, only two creatures can survive, one is a cockroach, and the other must be our head Zhao Chuanxin." ”

“……”

The two didn't talk for ten minutes when the door opened from the outside.

Zhao Chuanxin came back with Wilden.

He threw Wilden to the ground.

Albert Kahn looked horrible when he saw Wilden, with whom he had been talking and laughing the night before, like a dead dog, with his mouth gagged and his ten fingers bent backwards.

Albert Karn stood up and took a few steps back.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped Wilden's face: "I'll give you relief now, if you let out a scream like killing a pig, I will make you never make a sound, understand?" ”

Wilden nodded vigorously.

Giving him a sigh of relief, Zhao Chuanxin picked up a few sketches on the ground and looked at them: "What kind of things are you drawing, dare to take them out and be embarrassed?" ”

Li Guangzong leaned over to take a look, couldn't help but be furious, pointed at Wilden and said viciously: "You really deserve to die!" ”

Once, Li Guangzong had a bold idea in his heart.

One day in the future, why can't Zhao Chuanxin rule this mountain and river?

But when he looked at Zhao Chuanxin carefully, he came to a conclusion - he didn't look like a man......

But this might as well be in awe of Zhao Chuanxin.

The legends and stories of the immortals of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains are as vast as a sea of smoke, but if there is only one true god left in the world, it must be Zhao Chuanxin.

Seeing that the head of the family was scandalized like this, Li Guangzong was really angry.

It's like blasphemy, which makes believers angry.

Wilden's sore nose was a handful of tears: "As long as you let me go, I will definitely change, and I will definitely stop painting......"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his fingers, shook his head and sighed: "Listen to me, Wilden, you have to be strong." Come, I'll straighten your misaligned joints. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin bent down, grabbed one of his fingers and twisted it.

"Ah......h

The fingers that were originally twisted 90 degrees to the left are now twisted 90 degrees to the right.

Albert Kahn watched with horror.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of guilt: "Oh, I turned my head, it seems that I still have to learn more from the old Chinese medicine doctor to correct the bones." ”

Li Guangzong thought for a while and proposed: "Master, I have also read the pictorial magazines of foreigners, the British are still realistic, but the Americans maliciously distort them, and even plagiarize the ideas of British pictorials, distort them and publish them for publication, which is very hateful. Why don't you paint it yourself, and give it back to him in his own way? ”

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "It's still Guangzong's thoughtfulness." That's okay, isn't it a beautiful manga? I'm good at this, and I've thought of a pen name, so it's called Gusu Murong Fu. ”

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Wilden's hair and lifted him up. He then kicked him in the back and crooked his leg, causing Wilden to kneel involuntarily.

"You just kneel and watch Lao Tzu paint."

After speaking, he took out the pen and paper, picked up the pen and draw.

The title is – Captain Earth.

Abbreviation - ground team.

Updates may be late, but they are never absent.

It's useless to talk too much, today I just want to tell you - that's it.

It's a real bottleneck, it's the same as menopause, and no one can escape sooner or later......

(End of chapter)