Even if Lugang Town was not interested in the Qing court, even if there were progressives among the reporters present, even if many Chinese compatriots in Britain braved the rain to see the entrance ceremony, many of them were disappointed with the Qing court.

However, at this time, the Yellow Dragon Banner of the Qing Dynasty represents a mountain and river and represents tens of thousands of compatriots.

Even if the Qing Dynasty is unbearable, the Yellow Dragon Banner is also a symbol of the country of Middle-earth at this time.

The Chinese reporters led by Yinghua were excited, and the people who should take pictures were inspired to write hard, and their faces were flushed.

The teams in Finland, Ireland and the United States were silent when they met.

They just used rudeness to express their dissatisfaction and resistance, but they put up their national flag in a grand manner.

Compared to the Chinese team, they are as naïve as an unconvinced child.

In the uproar, countless people in the audience stood up.

Even the white national audience, who discriminates against Asians in their hearts, applauded.

"Well done!"

The staff of the British organizer had a rather ugly face.

Since the flag is not erected, there must be a reason.

But the Chinese team slapped the face so that the sun did not set and there was no light on the face.

Miao Cuihua's glamorous face, plump figure, and her heroic movements just now immediately attracted countless eyes.

Women are jealous, men are lovely.

In fact, there have long been self-righteous foreigners who tried to get close to Miao Cuihua and Liu Jiahui.

It's just that there are a group of villains in the insurance team, and they have never succeeded.

This time, two more Britons came looking for them.

"Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you. You're from China, aren't you? I'll tell you the truth, my brother and I fell in love at the same time, and I was worried that it would affect our relationship, but because of my obsession with you, neither of us wanted to give up ......"

When he spoke, he was still holding his waist, looking proud, as if he could be seen by the British as if the ancestral tomb was smoking.

Wang Long was furious, clenching his fists and about to beat people.

Liu Guigui just took everyone to pretend to be a big pen, and he was secretly poking and poking, but he couldn't overturn the car at this time.

He hurriedly stopped Wang Long, stepped forward and pushed the two Brits, and treated the two naughty children in a tone of treat: "Okay, okay, you two hurry up and pull the strings, the relationship between your brothers will be as good as ever, because of your virtue, she can't look down on any of them." ”

British: "......"

Liu Guigui's faint pretending appearance made the two of them a little angry.

All in all, who is the biggest winner of today's opening ceremony?

It has to be the Chinese team!

After the opening ceremony, Yinghua came over.

There was light in his eyes, and he stared at everyone in the insurance team with a burning eye: "You shine today, it really opens my eyes." Therefore, today I and a group of colleagues jointly hosted a banquet for all athletes! ”

Yinghua has money.

He single-handedly founded Ta Kung Pao and held the financial power of Ta Kung Pao. The influence of "Ta Kung Pao" is undoubted, even Yuan Datou once wanted to buy Yinghua with money, but Yinghua was unmoved and insisted on impartially running the newspaper, so he got the reputation of "arrogant duke", so he had a great influence in the newspaper industry.

When Liu Guigui heard this, this feeling is good, otherwise he would have rewarded the three armies at night, which would save money.

Why choose a French restaurant?

Because Chinese are outside, it is not easy to charter a restaurant to eat.

The "Ta Kung Pao" was originally organized by a group of French people such as the Catholic Chai Tianzhong, the bishop Fan Guoliang, and the French minister Bao Wu, and the British and Chinese knew many influential Frenchmen.

That's why I chose a French restaurant in London to have dinner.

Yinghua, Liu Guigui, Samuel Goldberg and others sat at a table.

The rest sat in dispersion.

Wang Long, Liu Jiahui, Miao Cuihua, Zhang Daquan's younger brother is also Tony's teacher, and Zhang Dazhu sat at a table.

The waiter brought rabbit meat.

There is also a bit of yellow-green sauce next to the rabbit meat on the plate.

When Miao Cuihua saw it, she felt a bit like mustard.

Zhao Chuanxin is a gourmet, and he eats all directions with a big mouth, and Miao Cuihua is also well-informed.

Zhang Dazhu was not polite at all, picked up a knife and cut a piece, dipped it in the yellow-green sauce next to it and stuffed it in his mouth.

After coming to London for so long, they are all a little used to all kinds of dark cuisine, but this is the first time they have eaten French food.

Zhang Dazhu took a bite, chewing and chewing, and suddenly burst into tears.

Wang Long looked at it, frowned and asked, "The big man is crying and crying, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhang Dazhu is not very similar to the honest and honest Zhang Daquan's personality, but a little like a wilted second fat man, he sobbed and said: "I think of my father, he has never eaten such delicious French food." ”

Wang Long pursed his lips disdainfully, what the hell is there to cry about?

He also forked a piece of rabbit meat with a fork, dipped it in sauce and put it in his mouth, and then burst into tears with Zhang Dazhu.

Liu Jiahui said with concern: "Why are you crying?" Do you miss your dad too? ”

Wang Long shook his head while crying: "No, I also want Zhang Dazhu's father, why did his father give birth to such a bastard thing as Zhang Dazhu?" ”

Miao Cuihua just took a sip of red wine, tilted her head, sprayed it on the ground, and coughed directly.

Liu Jiahui suspiciously dipped a little sauce with a fork, and found that it was extremely spicy and spicy, and her nose began to be sour.

But because the amount is too small, it will not shed tears.

She laughed: "This is mustard, I didn't expect the French to eat this sauce like the Japanese." Big pillar you're really bad. ”

She has also eaten mustard on Hong Kong Island.

Zhang Dazhu smiled.

In fact, France has been eating mustard for a long time, and the wasabi in France in later generations is not as spicy as the Japanese mustard, but mainly sweet and sour.

But at this time, maybe the sweet and sour mustard has not yet been developed, or maybe it is directly imported from the Japanese, in short, it is very good.

There was laughter and laughter in the restaurant, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and eating was very enjoyable.

Miao Cuihua didn't eat much, looking at the rain outside the glass window, pulling out intermittent thin lines under the dim street lamp, and suddenly she thought about someone.

And someone, because of the words of the needle fishing for the sea, seems to have discovered the New World and robbed the foreigner churches along the way.

Zhao Chuanxin and Bayar rode on horseback, and when they saw a church on the side of the road, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You wait here for a while, and I'll come when I go." ”

Bayar shook his head with a wry smile: "You want to rob foreigners again?" ”

"Old man, I'm not talking about you, don't talk so badly, I call it a security raid. The church is a place to spread the gospel, and it is too dangerous to put so many guns and bullets, and Zhao is determined to eliminate the hidden dangers. ”

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted and walked into the church with a Miao knife on his shoulder.

The people inside were doing the prayers.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming in, he couldn't help but look back in amazement.

Zhao Chuanxin carried a Miao knife, came to the pulpit with a big grin, and said to the priest: "I am a night-gojiro, and now I declare that all the guns and ammunition in the church will be confiscated and used by our great Japanese-imperial invasion of Cyprus. ”

"What, what?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped it over: "What the hell are you behind your ears?" I'm a samurai, five times a night, less nonsense, hurry up and hand over the guns and ammunition. ”

The priest staggered back.

A clergyman held the cross and pointed to Zhao Chuanxin: "One night five times, this is a church in Belgium, I suggest you don't go wild here!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin's nostrils turned to the sky: "I don't accept your suggestion five times a night!" ”

"You ......"

Zhao Chuanxin's Miao knife was pinned to the back of his neck, and his hands were on the blade.

At this time, he suddenly pressed the sheath with his left hand and drew the knife with his right hand.

Swish......

A wave of blood gushed out.

The head of that clergyman moved.

The worshippers in the church screamed and rushed when they saw this.

"Kill, kill......"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about them, but just looked at the priest.

The priest was horrified at the sight of the headless corpses and the blood all over the floor.

He was trembling, and he couldn't stand on his feet.

The tip of the knife with blood beads pointed at the priest: "I, I, I'm going to warn you again, our samurai of the Great Japanese Empire have limited patience, hurry up and hand over the guns and ammunition." ”

The priest dared not obey and hurriedly took him to find it.

There were 20 fast guns and a number of ammunition.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted the knife, and the sunlight outside the window reflected the cold light on the blade.

The priest was an old fox, and he immediately guessed that Zhao Chuanxin not only wanted a gun, but also wanted his life.

He hurriedly took out a wooden box from under the cabinet, which contained a few pieces of gold and a few silver dollars: "Give it to you, give it to you, don't hurt me." ”

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly returned the knife into the sheath, and then took it with both hands, but said in his mouth: "Ah, this is absolutely impossible, hehe, let me see if this gold is real or fake......

“……”

Real money.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged the box: "Okay, our Fukushima Yasumasa staff officer said that if you give money, you will wait for your life." ”

The priest's eyes narrowed, and he remembered the name "Fukushima Yasumasa".

The update time is still at nine o'clock in the morning, and I am too tired these days.