"Zhao, Mr. Zhao, why did you fight?"

"Do you still need a reason to hit you? I started a fire and even hit myself. ”

"Huh?"

"Just kidding, it's just to make you sober, how big it is, it's not worth being discouraged. The life of your generation is destined to be like a donkey's pancake. Zhao Chuanxin grinned, shaking Erlang's legs and reverting to his old appearance: "And I, Zhao Chuanxin, have to stand and earn money." ”

This posture is completely different from the posture of just taking out a string of numbers to talk about the past and the present.

It gives people a sense of déjà vu of stepping on somersault clouds in slippers.

It's awesome and terrible.

At this time, the police arrived belatedly.

The Jingbong Railway is a purely state-owned railway, which does not involve the shares of foreign powers, and the police are all Chinese.

After entering, the police were surprised to see Podubne, who was as strong as a gorilla on the ground and dead: "Who did it?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin crossed Erlang's legs, leaned over and raised his hand: "I did it." ”

Policeman: "......"

It's hard for me to admit it so quickly.

"You are so bold that you dare to kill foreigners?"

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "Oh, this is a regular risk for the first-class carriage of the Jingfeng Railway Line, which is rare and strange. ”

Policeman: "......"

No one knew that this sentence became all the rage after it came out.

The policeman's scalp was numb: "Come with me!" ”

"Where are you going? Go to the front of the car to carry coal? ”

"......" police officer was furious: "What nonsense? Hurry up, or you're welcome. ”

I've never seen a murderer like this, you know?

Bai Wenwei suddenly wanted to laugh, but she was too embarrassed to laugh, so she could only endure it.

It turns out that you are like this, Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pack of fried pine nuts, crushed them and stuffed them in his mouth: "Yes, you're welcome, come to us here like your own home." ”

The reason why the police did not have a seizure was because the carriage was full of foreigners.

Lord Yang is not easy to serve, even if he catches the murderer, he will make trouble if he bumps into them.

Bai Wenwei saw that the police were about to jump, so he got up and walked and said a few words in his ear.

The policeman's eyes widened.

To say that the police on the Jingfeng Railway are very familiar with the name "Zhao Chuanxin".

Take this carriage as an example, it is hung with the soul ring of Zhao Chuanxin's murder last time, and the good guy is ...... again this time

The police were in a state of war, but they couldn't go, so they and their companions dragged Podubne's body away, leaving a trail of blood in the corridor, and they had to wash the floor with a mop.

After doing this, the police officer went to the official office, found a wooden sign, and found a book that could be written by the Wenhui with a line of words: It is forbidden to insult the Chinese, at your own risk.

It is nailed to the entrance of the first-class car so that everyone who gets on the train can see it clearly.

When they arrived at the next stop, the foreigner passengers got off the train in one go, and almost all of them pretended to be as if they had really arrived at the terminal.

But as soon as he jumped out of the carriage, he helped the old and the young to run away with the arms of the male and female companions, and several shoes ran away, and they didn't care about picking them up.

Bai Wenwei saw it in her eyes, and only felt that there was nothing more funny in the world.

When beaten, you must not only stand upright, but also pretend to be natural.

Then he gritted his teeth - Cixi did not pretend to be natural, otherwise she would not say that she would rather give a friend to a domestic slave.

Do you think Zhao Chuanxin has leaked the bottom again? Because Zhao Chuanxin taught him the method of statistical data, this is also a secret "stunt" at this time.

Thinking about it, he asked.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the foreigners running chaotically outside the car window, and the woman who helped him with his clothes before turned around and smiled at him.

He also smiled in return, don't say it, don't say it, it's still a little itchy in my heart.

Those who hate Zhao Chuanxin and slander him for not being able to do anything, but who knows that Zhao Chuanxin is actually a widow and a disease.

After Bai Wenwei asked a few questions, Zhao Chuanxin came back to his senses: "Oh, what are you talking about?" I wish that everyone in the whole country knew the way of economics, and you could go out and publicize it, and if one person could get rich from this, it would be considered a great achievement. ”

Zhao Chuanxin never cherishes himself.

But even if the whole world is preaching new laws and new ideas, how many people are thinking about change?

For example, Niu Zihou, a giant of this level, doesn't even know how to use a new ledger, so he has to rely on his son Niu Hanzhang to help disassemble and read.

Bai Wenwei gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Zhao, you really have the world in mind!" ”

"Eh, the martial arts are too famous, and they can't figure out the whole world." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand humbly: "At most, it is only 100 million square kilometers of land." ”

Bai Wenwei: "......"

In the whole world, the land area is less than 150 million square kilometers, and the feelings are two-thirds?

When the train started, the police secretly came over to take a look.

It happened that Zhao Chuanxin looked towards the junction of the carriage and saw the police.

As a result, the police could only push the door with a smile and enter: "Mr. Zhao, do you need to pour tea for you?" ”

"No, busy with you." Zhao Chuanxin's eyes opened.

Who knows which gang of police officers will be poisoned?

The police hesitated: "Is Mr. Zhao going to the capital?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers on the table: "No, take the car directly to Tianjin Wei." ”

The Gyeongbong Railway was built in 1881. At that time, it was also called the Tangxu Railway, from Tangshan to Xugezhuang.

Later, it was expanded year by year, extending to Huang-Gutun to the north, and to Tianjin Wei in the south.

The police officer went out in embarrassment but politely.

The windows floated in dark sunlight, and the furnishings of the first-class carriage were decorated with a Gothic composure because of the narrow windows.

Zhang Hatshui said that the dreams on the train should be divided into three classes according to sweetness and bitterness, while Guo Moruo said that he could not afford to sit in the first-class compartment.

Bai Wenwei looked at Zhao Chuanxin's face through the smoke that was sinking in the sun.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be deliberately revealing his whereabouts.

At the beginning of this year, the Japanese specially planted a new type of explosive on the railway for Zhao Chuanxin, which could manipulate the explosion from a distance.

Is he not afraid?

It just so happened that Zhao Chuanxin turned his head.

Bai Wenwei hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao, I also want to go to the capital in the next place, but now I can't come and go, so I have to get off halfway." If you want to report it to the chief, maybe the imperial court will learn about it and ask Mr. Zhao to take care of it in advance. ”

He couldn't get out of the car with Zhao Chuanxin, and he had to report it.

Who made him one of the parties?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Really? Like you, I'm going to get off halfway. ”

"Huh?"

Knowing that Japan and Tsarist Russia were stabbing and muttering in the back, how could Zhao Chuanxin be defenseless?

But getting off the car is not at this time, even if the little devil is prepared, he will not have time to act after receiving the news.

So he took out the straw paper and the fountain pen and ink, and laid them out on the marble tabletop.

Bai Wenwei wondered what Zhao Chuanxin wanted to do.

saw Zhao Chuanxin lighting a new cigarette and tilting his head to prevent the smoke in his mouth from reaching his eyes.

The wrist trembles, and the pen flies.

Long or short lines are presented, and the straight lines are very straight, comparable to the size of a ruler. The circle is very regular, comparable to a compass.

Zhao Chuanxin's ability to control the pen has been perfected, and he put down the pen proudly, leaving only the rustle of the tip of the pen scraping the straw paper, as if there were 10,000 silkworms gnawing mulberry leaves.

The pen has a lotus pillar base, a moire sink, and many stone components that are obviously in the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties are quickly generated, as if it is a dilapidated temple.

In front of the temple, there is a stone lion stepping on a stone ball, looking straight ahead with dull eyes; The other collapsed and lay on its side.

Lying on the side of the stone lion, a burly man in armor sits on the body of the stone lion, stepping on the head of the stone lion with one foot, and the other foot hanging to the ground, supporting his body lazily and leaning back, carrying a giant axe with a strange shape.

He still has a cigar in his mouth.

The man has only half of his face, and there is no way to see on the canvas whether the direction of his gaze is sunrise or sunset, so it is up to the reader to guess.

It seems that the more you draw, the more rough and irritable it becomes, the speed of dipping the ink is extremely fast, and the lines are blurred due to the broken ink at the tip of the pen, which makes the picture more expressive.

Bai Wenwei was stunned for a while.

He has seen people paint, Chinese people painting landscapes, and foreigners sketching, but he has never seen Zhao Chuanxin painting as if he was writing without thinking, as fast as the wind and as aggressive as fire.

Drawing with a fountain pen, he can think of it.

In fact, it didn't take long for Zhao Chuanxin to complete this sketch, insert the fountain pen into the ink bottle at will, dry the ink, look back, and frown: "Make do with it." ”

In the past, he always used a mark, a needle pen to sketch, and sometimes he would use a pen tablet, and then take it to feed the AI after drawing, and make a background picture for his own video, or use it to pretend to be a style designed by himself, decorate it, and those handmade jewelry that is biased towards the text will be praised to the sky.

Netizens who have never eaten any good pork are really willing to spend money to buy those useless things.

"Mr. Zhao, this is ......"

Bai Wenwei was really convinced.

This Zhao Chuanxin was completely different from what he imagined.

He thought it was a reckless martial artist, but in fact, he was Yunwen Yunwu.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his wrist: "This is the cover picture of the latest draft of the comic "The Mage of the Late Qing Dynasty". ”

"The end of the Qing Dynasty?" Bai Wenwei's mouth was a little scoopy.

"Huh." Zhao Chuanxin did not explain.

The comics were distributed in the United States, and the Qing court couldn't control them, and Zhao Chuanxin himself invested in the publishing house, and he could play as much as he liked.

What? In the United States, the local state yamen is not allowed?

The publisher's surname is Zhao, who dares to try it?

The late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries were the period of the rise of European comics, and Georges Severan of France and Hergé of Belgium were among the outstanding cartoonists of this era.

If nothing else, "The Adventures of Tintin" is famous even in later generations.

The strokes are witty and humorous, and the story is fascinating.

And Zhao Chuanxin's "The Mage of the Late Qing Dynasty" is a mudslide.

This mudslide was still in the stage of cutting down a large number of trees on the hillside. And the plot outlined by Zhao Chuanxin next directly made half of the hillside bald, just waiting for the torrential rain to be like a note, and the landslide destroyed the world.

Zhao Chuanxin took a break and continued to paint.

Bai Wenwei's body trembled.

"Compassion...... This woman is old, but it is difficult to hide her appearance, which winter did she die in? ”

I blurted out the word "Cixi".

The point is that the cartoon clearly depicts Cixi, and Cixi died in a winter.

And that emperor was clearly Guangxu, who died the day before Cixi hung up.

This made Bai Wenwei dumbfounded.

Why am you showing me?

The third cigarette that Zhao Chuanxin was holding was about to burn out, and he looked up and said, "This year." ”

"......" Bai Wenwei looked out the window and said in her heart, why haven't you stood yet?

He smiled bitterly: "Isn't Mr. Zhao afraid of ......?"

"Don't be afraid." Zhao Chuanxin's shiny leather shoes stepped on the cigarette butt: "Not only are you not afraid, believe it or not, Cixi will soon give me an official title?" ”

"Why is that?"

Bai Wenwei really doesn't understand.

"Zhao likes that the enemy is not used to it, and he looks like I am helpless, Cixi thinks that she feels very deeply. Before people die, they have some premonitions. I'm guessing she's already planning for her afterlife. ”

Since there is no one else in the first-class carriage except the two of them.

Bai Wenwei's courage grew: "People die like lights going out, she loves power, but what is there to worry about when she dies?" ”

"Guess who she's going to make?"

"Zaifeng!" Bai Wenwei completely let go of herself and dared to say anything.

Strictly speaking, his current identity is the same as Wu Luzhen, and he is an undercover agent sent by Sun Gongwu.

In essence, there is nothing to be afraid of, and the person opposite is the bold Zhao Chuanxin.

"!" Zhao Chuanxin scoffed. "Cixi has been in power for many years, and the heir must not only have the blood of their Yehenala clan, but also have a close relationship with their Yehenara, so it must be Pu-Yi."

Why is that?

Because Pu-Yi is his mother, she is Ronglu's youngest daughter.

Rong Lu's young daughter is Cixi's adopted daughter.

After Gengzi returned to Luan, Cixi assigned her adopted daughter to Prince Alcohol Aixin Jueluo Zaifeng and gave birth to Pu-Yi.

Bai Wenwei will be skeptical.

In any case, the world has understood that the heir is either Zaifeng or Zaifeng's child.

Pu Yi is young, and Zaifeng's rise has become inevitable.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Since she has identified Pu Yi, then she will pave the way for him, and she can't let Ye Hena cut off the bloodline inheritance." Who is the person he fears the most? ”

Bai Wenwei scratched his head: "Yuan Xiangcheng, and, Mr. Zhao, you?" ”

Zhang Zhidong is no longer a threat.

Now Cixi's biggest concern is Yuan Datou, and it turns out that her worries are also right.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Yixuan has been a powerful and blessed person under Cixi for a long time, and he may not do anything to him if he thinks of the old feelings, but he is too powerful, and he will inevitably be sent an errand to spend in the capital."

Not to mention Yuan Xiangcheng, Cixi will take a salary from the bottom of the kettle nine times out of ten, and transfer Duan Qirui's Sixth Town New Army out of the capital and replace it with the first town of Tieliang, Yuan Xiangcheng is helpless even if he has an idea.

These two are what she fears the most, and I am at most an uncertain factor.

The bombardment of the Forbidden City must have left a deep impression on the old thing. Before she blows the lamp and pulls out the wax, she can't kill me, so she must find a way to appease me, and let me get out of the way, in case the capital is in chaos at a critical moment. ”

"......" is justified, Bai Wenwei can't refute: "But how can you confirm that she will die in winter?" If she doesn't die, it's all empty talk. ”

At the same time, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin still deliberately told him this, just like he deliberately told the police that he was going to Tianjin Wei.

What kind of heart does Zhao Chuanxin have?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled but did not speak.

……

Zhu Erdian knew what Zhao Chuanxin's heart was when he went to Tianjin Wei.

Because Zhao Chuanxin said that on September 18 of the Western calendar, Zhu Erdian died.

This is not to see that September 18 is just around the corner.

Because all the foreigners in the first-class carriage got off the train early, the news soon reached his ears.

This awesome and coaxing, and later even threatened Yuan Datou's Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary in China, immediately felt his scalp tingle.

He rubbed his beard and thought - the British garrison in Tientsin Wei had the largest number, up to 1,000 people.

In order to protect the interests of the concession, the great powers wanted to be in a group in the area of maintaining law and order, and if there were things to echo each other, there must be about 3,000 people in total.

But this also does not give Zhu Erdian a sense of security.

Because it is obvious that Yuan Datou's attitude on Zhao Chuanxin has always been ambiguous.

No one can figure out whether he can be relied on at a critical time.

Zhu Erdian rubbed his bald head, thought about it again and again, and suddenly his eyes lit up: It's better to go to the capital.

In fact, in the capital, the garrison of the great powers in the embassy district did not have Tianjin Weiduo.

But don't forget, there is Duan Qirui's sixth town Gongwei in the capital, and today's new army is not what it used to be, and the embassy area is on the side of the Forbidden City, so it is expected that Zhao Chuanxin will not dare to risk the world's condemnation to assassinate him.

Just do it, Zhu Erdian immediately left.

When Zhu Erdian arrived at the embassy area of the capital, he found some old friends and told him about his worries.

The old friend immediately said mysteriously: "I know a person who claims that he and Zhao Chuanxin are close friends, and even knows Zhao Chuanxin's lover. He and Zhao Chuanxin did an arms business, because Zhao Chuanxin needed a batch of guns and ammunition, and in the Russo-Japanese War, Tsarist Russia left a large number of weapons outside the border, which was exactly what Zhao Chuanxin needed. I can introduce him to you, and maybe it will help you. ”

Zhu Erdian was skeptical, but he was very scared of Zhao Chuanxin, and at this time, any life-saving straw had to be firmly grasped.

So, at the bar outside Dongjiaomin Lane, I met this mysterious Zhao Chuanxin's best friend-Bacchus.

This is a young man dressed in oily hair and powder, and he doesn't look very stable.

Zhu Erdian's first impression of him was distrust.

But Bacchus's other identity adds a bit of convincing to him - Morrison's assistant.

Morrisson, the chief correspondent of The Times in Beijing, is well-known in Beijing.

This identity can be confirmed, and Zhu Erdian has to believe it.

Bacchus said proudly: "Mr. Zhu Erdian, I have a very close relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, and I even recognize his lover, who is a tall and beautiful American woman named Rebecca Levy, who lives in the capital now. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Chuanxin has a lot of respect for me, he often asks me about some international issues, and wants to hire me as a consultant, but I refuse. Because at present, it is really undignified to give him, a Chinese adviser, after all, he has no status in the official arena and is not an aristocrat. ”

Zhu Erdian was stunned by him: "Then do you influence his thoughts?" ”

"Of course, sir. Zhao Chuanxin trusts me very much, he is polite when he talks to me, and he doesn't dare to offend at all, let me tell you this, he is actually very respectful of me......"

Zhu Erdian was stunned: "Are you sure we are talking about the same person?" ”

Even Yuan Xiangcheng didn't dare to say this, you actually said that Zhao Chuanxin was in awe of you?

Bacchus smiled mysteriously: "Sir, this is not my boasting, I have a unique temperament in this person, whether it is a man or a woman, will be attracted to me." You should know that our British writer Oscar Wilde and the French poet Verlaine have all spent the night with me. Even the Lady Cixi in the Forbidden City behind me, we are old friends, and I still miss that night, when the great eunuch Li Lianying served beside me......"

Zhu Erdian's brain is buzzing.

I blanched ...... Is what you're saying true or false?

Cixi is now in her seventies, and you're only in your early thirties......

But he suddenly remembered the rumors outside that Zhao Chuanxin could not be personnel.

It is said that in this era when three wives and four concubines are normal, as a legend, how can there not be a little wind and snow?

Beautiful women love heroes, traitors trap loyalty, these things have always been talked about.

can be put on Zhao Chuanxin's body, it is all killing and killing......

There seems to be nothing else to do except stir up the wind and rain.

Could it be ......

Zhu Erdian's mouth was dry and he stammered: "Ahem...... If Mr. Bacchus can help me 'sleep' in Zhao Chuan's salary, I will give me a good payment. ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Bacchus's eyes: "There is no need for remuneration, I want to change careers to business recently, and I may need Mr. Minister to make it easier." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Zhu Erdian was relieved now, if this person opened his mouth to ask for money now, it would be suspicious.

After Bacchus said goodbye, he went to the U.S. Embassy District and found a restaurant.

Here he met Rebecca Levy.

Rebecca Levy is still graceful, plump and tall, and not unsuitable.

She asked earnestly, "Mr. Bacchus, what's wrong, is there any news of Zhao?" ”

Bacchus looked at Rebecca Levy with a squint: "Rebecca, don't worry, our British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary in China, Zhu Erdian, is my good friend, and he promised me to help find Zhao Chuanxin, they are old acquaintances." ”

Rebecca Levy is looking forward to it.

traveled thousands of miles, from south to north, but I didn't even see Zhao Chuanxin's shadow.

"Thank you, Bacchus, I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you."

"If you want to thank me, how about you invite me to the bar for a drink?"

"This ......"

Push a book, recommended by the operation officer, "Hanging the pot to help the world, I just want to live forever" - classical Xianxia, talking about ink, Confucianism, and law, it is said to be a metaphor for current affairs, you know.

I have to be honest, I haven't read it, but the operating officer has good taste and thinks it's worth reading.

I won't recommend books that are too famous, because everyone can see them without being blind to the list. Wild boars like me can't taste too fine bran, there are special ones, individual friends, operation officers or interesting ones I have seen will recommend it.

(End of chapter)