Zhenlongting

Chapter 125 A Little Story
The Beijing Daily newspaper office lives outside Zhengyang Gate, not far from the fence of the front gate.

It is an antique courtyard.

The wide front door is full of people at this time, coming in and out...

Rolls of newspapers, smelling of fresh ink, are shipped out from here, and business is obviously very good.

Of course, business is not the most important thing.

Occupying the position of public opinion and propagating reform ideas is the most important thing.

In this regard, reformists are not stupid.

Most of them are proficient in Western studies and have a very good understanding of the Western brainwashing methods.

Kang Beihai is now the prime minister's yamen Zhang Jing, who is quasi-specialized in commemorating affairs, counseling military aircraft, and presiding over reform matters.

It can be said that although his official position is not too high, he has great power.

You can get involved in anything.

Therefore, it is not difficult to find a spacious courtyard with four entrances in the prime location outside Zhengyangmen.

……

When Zhang Kun came over, it was the busiest time for the newspaper office, and there was a hot scene inside and outside.

Some wrote with a brush, and some were impassioned. Standing beside the stone lion in front of the gate, they preached the content of the newspaper to the people passing by.

Especially when it comes to the death of a foreigner.

What catches the eye the most this year?

One is a private incident in the inner courtyard of the palace, and the other is something related to foreigners.

The common people don't have any recreational activities, their only hobby is to listen to gossip and pass the boring time.

I heard about such big events as foreigners being killed.

That's worth it.

buy!
As a result, newspapers will become very easy to sell.

Even those newsboys who do small businesses feel that this purchase should not be a loss.

Even if you sharpen your head, you have to squeeze in, holding a bundle of heavy newspapers, ready to rush to the streets and alleys.

There are many scholars in the best places in the capital, teahouses, restaurants, and deep courtyards.

Most of the foreign newspapers are in English, which makes it a bit uncomfortable to read.The capital's own newspaper is essential.

Especially, when something big happens.

"It's broken, so many have been sold, we are late." Wang Jingya was a little dumbfounded when she saw this scene.

How many people have to know about Zhang Kun's name of "vicious dog" when these piles of newspapers are shipped out.

Maybe, within a day, the title of "vicious dog" will immediately replace "crazy knife".At that time, it was really bad, and I couldn't wash it off for a lifetime.

"It's not too late, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart."

Zhang Kun will not be angry now, and there is a smile on his face, but the smile is a bit pervasive.

"Guest officer, but I want to buy newspapers. Today's report on the killing of the warrior chief of the Western Temple is very popular. It is not only sold under a hundred copies..."

The guy came up to him.

Zhang Kun waved his hand to let him back down, walked straight to the counter, looked at the gentle old shopkeeper in a robe and glasses, "I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your newspaper office to discuss a big business, report it quickly. "

After speaking, he pulled a chair and sat at the gate.

Tian Qianli raised his eyebrows and hurriedly greeted Tan Heishan and Zhong Dali, and quickly brought the table.And, serving tea and snacks.

Wang Jingya was holding the pitted purple gold hammer with one hand and stood guard at the door.

The bodyguards Chang Lin, Tie Jun, Sister Hua, Yu Xiuxiu and others who followed her were stationed in different directions, blocking all the way in and out.

This posture came out.

There was a commotion inside and out.

"Someone dares to make trouble in newspapers under the name of the reform faction. I have no experience. Now Mr. Kang is highly valued by the Holy One. He is a military counselor and has the right to kill those who hinder the reform. Where did this come from?"

"Yes, the soldiers of the Wuwei Youjun are guarding the backyard. General Yuan's men are extremely elite. I heard that they can compete with foreign soldiers. These people are just asking for trouble when they come here."

"Shh, be quiet."

Hearing the people talking about it, a scholar was terrified and said in a low voice: "You are blind, look..."

As he spoke, he frantically tore open the newspaper.

Newspaper front page headlines, a picture caught everyone's eyes.

The man in the picture was wearing a long robe, the blade was dripping with blood, and he stomped on the head of the giant foreigner.

The eyes are full of magic and ferocity, even if it is just printed with ink, it can make people feel cold.

A ruthless character who dares to kill even foreigners, how many brains do you have, dare to criticize in person?
The voice of discussion spread in all directions like a tide, and the voice gradually became quieter.

At the same time, there were also internal employees of the newspaper who saw something wrong and rushed into the inner courtyard to report to the editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief.

It's a big deal when someone calls at your door.

"I don't know why the guest officer came here. Our newspaper office only writes articles and publishes newspapers, and does not participate in the grievances of Jianghu? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. I advise you to leave wisely and don't disturb the business. Otherwise, Wu It's not so easy to talk about Wei Youjun coming."

The old shopkeeper was also stubborn, not afraid of Zhang Kun, a gang of Jianghu warriors with knives and hammers, but a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Even if the world is gradually chaotic, scholars have always looked down on warriors, thinking that the opponent has no brains and can only be used as a knife in the hands of others.

Especially Jianghu warriors, in their eyes, are not too different from hooligans.

What they yearn for are high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and what they fear are the imperial court and the army, not ordinary warriors.

"I didn't find the wrong person, so I'm looking for your editor-in-chief. Wuwei Youjun, you are talking about Yuan Shuangcheng's Dingwu Army. I don't know if it's a town, or a bid? Or a battalion?"

Eight thousand new troops and five towns are now in the capital. Yuan Shuangcheng used Western methods to train troops, and it became a good story for a while.

This is also the biggest reliance of the reformists.

It is also one of the achievements of Emperor Guangxu's reform.

"Is it necessary to bid one battalion to deal with you few miscellaneous fish? Get out, Lord Overseer has orders, the newspaper office is of great importance, and no mistakes can be made."

A majestic officer in black military uniform appeared from the side door of the inner courtyard with a foreign gun, followed by more than [-] people.

When he opened his mouth, he gave a cold drink, ordering and forbidding.

More than [-] soldiers were divided into two rows, scattered into a fan shape. The first row pointed their guns at Zhang Kun and his party, and the second row raised their guns and pressed them on the trigger.

Even if there are more than twenty people, they shoot in two sections, which can be regarded as well-trained.The content of the infantry drills has been practiced to the bone.

"It's so majestic. It seems that this foreign gun has given you confidence."

Zhang Kun laughed and spoke slowly.

"I hate people pointing guns at me the most, this one, captain, right? I advise you to act cautiously, listen to the cause and effect, and ask who I am before you come to talk to me."

He now has some understanding of the military system of this era. This person doesn't look like a guerrilla, let alone a general. He is at most a team leader in the new army. He is so majestic. Yuan Datou seems to have trained well not bad.

Sure enough, he deserves to be a general who was praised as a "knowledgeable soldier" by both civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty.

In another world, such a great achievement and such a great reputation are not obtained by boasting, it is a bit of real skill.

The trained soldiers look decent.

Appreciation is appreciation, but Zhang Kun doesn't think that the other party is qualified to point a gun at him.

"I don't care who you are, the Dingwu Army will handle the affairs, and those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy!"

The officer pointed his gun at Zhang Kun's nose.

He shouted angrily, and his finger was already on the trigger.

"I'm really crying for you stupidly."

A trace of blood flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

With a movement of his body, he grabbed the barrel of the gun with his probing hand, and his arm vibrated undetectably, and there were a series of crackling sounds.

Huge power was transmitted from the barrel to the body of the gun, and then to the arm of the black-clothed officer.

His two arms seemed to be loaded with explosives, his clothes were smashed into bones and flesh, and they splashed in all directions like a torrential rain.

It was broken into a pile of tatters from the shoulder.

As the officer opened his throat and screamed, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Kun's mouth, and with another shake of his arm, the foreign gun scattered into a pile of iron and wood.

fell to the ground.

This gun has been scattered from the interface, and the bullets have rolled all over the ground.

Those who watched the scene hurriedly backed away, and heard the painful cry in their ears, screaming: "Kill him, shoot..."

clap clap clap...

The gun rang.

The ten soldiers in the front row gritted their teeth and were about to shoot, and the back row also got ready.

In the lobby, there was suddenly a burst of gunshots like popping beans.

Zhang Kun flicked his sleeves slightly, and two revolvers appeared in his palms.

The muzzle of the gun moved so fast that the two hands almost danced into phantoms.

As the flames burst out, the ten soldiers in the front row threw their heads back almost at the same time, their brows bleeding.

Without saying a word, he fell softly on the ground.

The foreign guns in his hand fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The twelve soldiers in the back row had just raised their spears and were about to aim them horizontally when they saw this scene.

All of them froze and their scalps were numb.

I dare not move.

"Go on, keep aiming, keep shooting, and point the gun at me."

Zhang Kun stretched out his hand, and two loaders had quietly appeared in his palm.

Click, stagger the magazine, change the bullet, all in one go.

In only half a second, all the actions were done.

The two foreign guns were loaded with bullets again.

This is a kind of "skillful hand" ability that he obtained after he reached the level of perfection in medicine.

Sometimes, medical skills are like embroidery, even more delicate than embroidery.

The disconnection and connection of blood vessels, tendons and nerves requires absolutely stable and delicate hands.

Especially ten fingers.

It moves delicately and softly, with an indescribably mysterious nature.

In the past, Zhang Kun used to do rough work like changing bullets, at least a second or two...

The firearms at this time were not advanced, and there were too many procedures to use them... When you really meet a master, just change the bullets, and they will cut you seventeen or eight times, and the knife will kill you.

Even if the roulette rotates for a split second, the interval between the ejection of two particles, a true Huajin master can attack two or three moves.

Therefore, when dealing with masters, Zhang Kun has gradually become less fond of using guns.

On the contrary, it will affect your own performance.

Especially in face-to-face duels, using a gun is not as refreshing as punching and wielding a knife.

However, when dealing with these ordinary soldiers, with their reflexes and shooting speed, even if I slowed down by ten times, I would still surpass them by a lot.

Using a gun is the best way.

Save effort and worry.

Furthermore, at the level of the opponent's cognition, give the biggest blow.

Shooting to kill is not to kill, but to save.

From Zhang Kun's point of view, he could kill fewer people by showing thunderous means first.

Otherwise, it would be really not very good to fight with Yuan Shuangcheng's Wuwei Youjun at the end of the fight.

"Drop their guns and watch over them."

Zhang Kun ordered.

Tian Qianli, Tan Heishan and several new bodyguards hurried over.

The remaining twelve soldiers did not dare to resist at all.

He was shot and held in the corner of the room, not daring to move, apparently because he had been frightened.

Ten shots, headshots...

But on his own side, he failed to fire a single shot.

What kind of fairy speed is this?

What they don't know is that the opponent is not only a top sharpshooter, but also a master in martial arts.

This can be seen from the fact that the captain's arm exploded and the guns were scattered.

Thinking of some gossip that has been circulating during this period of time.

Even the big soldiers who don't pay much attention to the news of the world and the market, obviously woke up at this time.

He vaguely guessed who Zhang Kun was.

The small merchants, literati, newsboys, and poets who were watching were all silent at this moment.

I dare not speak at all.

The bloody scene made their legs weak in fright, and many of them just squatted on the ground, trembling.

No one thought of leaving.

They didn't dare, and they were afraid of attracting the attention of the evil god in the lobby of the newspaper.

Of course, I don't care about some nervous people who want to watch the fun.

The old man in the shopkeeper was paralyzed to the ground, and he only knew how to murmur: "My lord... my lord..."

"It turns out that you are not so stubborn, but why are you so brave enough to smear me at will. To praise foreigners, you can do it yourself, and I can't control everyone in the world. It's not okay to use me as a buffoon to praise others. .”

Zhang Kun chuckled, and saw a group of people walking out of the backyard.

The first is a middle-aged man in a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looks refined and refined, and he seems to have drunk a lot of foreign ink.

There are three or four people beside him, also in suits and leather shoes, and two of them are wearing robes.

They are all cultural people.

decent people.

"Master Zhang, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

The middle-aged man with glasses glanced at the scene in the lobby, couldn't help trembling all over his body, resisting the disgusting smell of blood, and came forward in three steps.

"Are you the editor-in-chief of the newspaper?"

"My humble Tang Wenyuan, as the person in charge of the newspaper, once studied under Mr. Zhang Jing, Mr. Kang. Not long ago, I returned from studying in the Sakura Country. I didn't know that Master Zhang came here, so I was disappointed to welcome him."

"You still recognize me? Tang Wenyuan, he returned from studying abroad. Then let me ask you, do you review the manuscript for the publication of this newspaper?"

Zhang Kun suddenly laughed.

One sentence hits the nail on the head.

"Uh……"

Tang Wenyuan hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

This matter really cannot be concealed, because all the colleagues in the newspaper office know about the finalization of the manuscript.

Who wrote which manuscript, and who made the decision in the end, are well documented.

In fact, if the manuscript is not well written, and there is a suspicion of fraudulently cheating the manuscript fee, the editor must bear the responsibility.

Tang Wenyuan is the person in charge of the newspaper, so of course he is the reviewer.

As a student of Mr. Zhang Jing, Kang Beihai, he even had a veto power.

What manuscript to use, which one to use, and which one to discard can be decided directly.

However, when finalizing the draft, he didn't even think about reporting a random incident, reporting a warrior, or a white body, what trouble would there be.

He believes that news, in the eyes of laymen, is the truth.

From an insider's point of view, this is actually a story, and it's not up to him to make it up...as long as it can make foreigners happy and have a bright future in the future, that's good news.

When the writer under him handed the article to him, he felt that although the news was written in the right direction, it was too preachy and a bit dull.

So, I wrote it myself and added a little story.

It's the story of the black dog that killed a man.

In this way, it is not only thought-provoking, but also fascinating and interesting.

It's crazy that this newspaper isn't selling yet.

"Then I didn't find the wrong person."

Zhang Kun grinned, making everyone feel chilled.

"No, I just wrote a short story about a black dog hurting people. I didn't write the manuscript, it was written by He Fangyuan..."

A young man in a neat suit next to him turned pale.

"Tian Qianli, chop off Mr. Tang Wenyuan's head and place it in front of the newspaper office. When will all the newspapers be taken back and when will his body be buried."

Write a short story, I let you write a short story.

Zhang Kun's eyes became colder and colder.

"Yes, Master Zhang."

Tian Qianli suddenly agreed.

He took a deep breath and forcibly held back the messy thoughts in his mind.

These people, in the eyes of my past self, are all high-ranking figures.

They are all cultural people.

He also has an official background.

As for myself, I was just the son of a landlord's family and a tenant servant, who didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes.It's the kind of thing that if you go out, you will be trampled in the mud and scolded, and you will kneel down and call yourself a master.

On that day, I entered my father's Wuyi school and saw how other people live... I learned the words and the truth.

He thought to himself that he would never have to live this damn life again, and one day he would make his mark.

So, he became a little unscrupulous.

What would he look like if he hadn't met Zhang Kun?

He also knows that Zhang Kun has always felt that he has no backbone...

But, born in this world, born in the muddy ground, how can one have the qualifications to extravagantly ask for such things as backbone?

He envied, he yearned, so he followed behind and worked hard.

I just want to tell Zhang Kun and the world that one day, I, Tian Qianli, will not be humble even if I stand up, and I can become a master step by step.

Turning back and forth in his mind, Tian Qianli dragged Tang Wenyuan past him, pinned his head, raised his long knife, and felt a sense of joy in his heart: "Mr. Tang, you flatter foreigners, confuse right and wrong, and smear your own hero, die!" Don’t complain about it.”

"I was wronged, I just didn't pay attention for a while, and was fooled by that kid He Fangyuan. You killed me, and if you don't kill him, I'm not convinced."

Seeing that Zhang Kun was serious and there was no one pleading for mercy, Tang Wenyuan became impatient: "My teacher is Zhang Jing, the prime minister's yamen, and I am on good terms with the consul of the Eagle country and the prime minister of the Sakura country. You can't kill me."

"Don't worry, none of them can escape. It's just that I will kill you first. If you are in his position, you have to seek his own government. You think the person in charge is just playing around.

At this time, you don't know how to repent, and you still use foreigners as backers?Tian Qianli, what are you doing in a daze, are you waiting for a dinner treat? "

Tian Qianli's body trembled slightly, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.

With a flash of the knife, Tang Wenyuan's head rolled to the ground with a slam.

……

Ask for a monthly ticket.

For the sake of the hot weather.

(End of this chapter)