mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1054: Can't you straighten your waist? I'll heal you!
Hideo Mizusawa was panicked, his scalp was numb, and his hands and feet were sore.

His courage was based on his hatred of the emperor and feudalism.

He can't do anything and doesn't understand anything.

He just wanted to kill Meiji, thinking that this would make life easier for the people and would also be revenge for himself.

He is social-
Doctrine-
By.

But he actually only had a vague understanding of this.

If Zhao Chuanxin had not appeared, this guy would have been killed by the Japanese authorities in a self-directed and staged incident, and their entire group and class would have been wiped out as well.

It is known in history as the Great Treason Incident.

It was pure luck that Zhao Chuanxin found him.

He jumped around in the sky above Tokyo, searching for the stars and the moon. Based on the facial features described by Mizusawa Hideo, Zhao Chuanxin hand-painted a portrait of Taikichi Miyashita.

In addition, Xingyue can detect the chemical signals emitted by people when they are nervous and panic.

After searching for a long time, I finally found this thing.

"You, you, who are you?" Taiji Miyashita took out a knife and stepped back nervously.

Zhao Chuanxin took two big steps and came in front of Miyashita Taiji. He slapped him casually, leaving Miyashita Taiji with no way to avoid it, and directly slapped the dagger in his hand away.

Taiji Miyashita was unarmed and the opponent was tall and strong, and he was finally dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Gong Xia Taiji's head and said, "Go to the side."

In fact, before coming here, he suspected whether this was a trap set by Mizusawa Hideo and Matsudaira Konyo to lure him into the trap and catch him red-handed.

There are stars and moons, reaction shoulder straps, and the altar of the old gods, but Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care.

The worst that can happen is just leaving.

However, this is not the case.

Taiji Miyashita is such a young and reckless guy.

What you can make out of a few broken cans is not called fireworks, but popping flowers.

If it were so easy to set off fireworks, the world would be a more colorful place.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed Miyashita Taiji away, picked up a few cans and looked at them, then carried Miyashita Taiji on his back and used the old god's crucible to refine them, making them into a tube shape, and quickly cooled and annealed them.

Then he poured all the black powder into the cylindrical metal body, heated the edges with iron sheets to seal them, dug holes with an elf carving knife, and inserted the fuse.

The whole process happened extremely quickly. When Zhao Chuanxin turned around, the original can box had turned into a detonator.

"Come on, let's go somewhere else."

Miyashita Taiji was confused: "Where are we going..."

"It's boring here, let's go to a downtown area to set off the fireworks, there are more people and it's lively."

"Ah? I don't want to hurt innocent people. I just want to blow up the emperor."

"The Emperor is not here, let's teach him a little lesson and let him know how powerful we are."

"Ah? Who are you? Are you the helper that Tadao Shinmura found? Do we know each other?"

"Once is strange, second time is familiar. Everyone is keen on fireworks displays. You will get familiar with them after a while. Let's go now, and stop talking nonsense."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin pushed Gongxia Taiji.

Taiji Miyashita was involuntarily carried forward.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a rookie, he is very particular about efficiency.

He perfectly avoided patrolling police and wandered in the alleys and streets.

"There are gas lights here, and we shouldn't be exposed to them."

"What are you afraid of? There's no surveillance."

“What is surveillance?”

"Go, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Chuanxin found a grocery store, squatted down, activated the light blade, dug a round hole in the wall, and placed the detonator inside.

Taiji Miyashita looked around, he didn't want to bomb this place.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the wall and said, "Quick, go write a line of words."

"What to write?" Taiji Miyashita's day had been so wonderful and exciting that his brain was not enough.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Write: The bandits came here to buy some goods on credit."

"But what does this mean?"

"Do you think I look like 100,000 Whys?"

"I, I don't have a pen."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of charcoal.

A qualified gourmet and a loyal barbecue lover always carries charcoal with him.

He handed the charcoal to Miyashita Taiji: "Use this."

Taiji Miyashita wrote a line of words reluctantly.

However, at the end, he took the initiative and wrote: The Emperor must die!
Zhao Chuanxin smiled and ignored it, saying, "Back off."

Then he clicked the fuse.

boom……

It wasn't very powerful, but it blew a hole in the red brick wall.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Miyashita Taiji inside and said, "Hurry, let's grab some things and leave."

"I, I'm not here to rob a grocery store, I'm here to blow up the emperor."

"It's all the same, it's all the same, take it quickly, take as much as you can."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin took him and took some things at random. When walking out, Zhao Chuanxin deliberately scattered the jars and cans all over the ground, all the way outside the wall.

The commotion here attracted residents of Chiyoda Ward to come out and check out.

They always arrive at the crime scene before the police.

They saw two sneaky figures, one tall and one short, running wildly on the street.

When they walked over and took a look, they found the charcoal words on the wall of the grocery store.

"Huh? I think I found a huge business opportunity."

"Shh, don't talk."

"Um...Okay, are you willing to get rich with me?"

"Don't talk, be careful the walls have ears."

With Zhao Chuanxin leading Gongxia Taiji to escape, it was easy for them to escape the pursuit.

When he arrived near the station, Taiji Miyashita was panting, his face was pale, and he looked around suspiciously.

"Don't worry, no one will catch up with us." Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

Taiji Miyashita wanted to see what Zhao Chuanxin looked like, but Zhao Chuanxin's face was hidden in the darkness.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped Miyashita Taiji in the face.

"You, why did you hit me?"

"Hitting you is just for fun, what other reason do I need?"

"..."

Taikichi Miyashita guessed that the other party beat him because he wanted to peep.

Miyashita Taiji suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot to carve the word 'gangster' on the bomb. This is the best way to put the blame on the 'gangster'. I've seen this recorded in the newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped Miyashita Taiji again: "Are you fucking stupid? Didn't you already write it on the wall?"

"Oh, oh, I remember now."

This guy looks like he's not very smart.

He asked: "What should we do next? Oh, I said the wrong thing, you are not "100,000 Whys", I remember now."

Everyone will answer.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "You want to kill the emperor?"

Taiji Miyashita nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, he made the Japanese people live in misery. He sacrificed the people's happiness for his own ambitions. It's really hateful. I hate him. Not only will I blow him up, I will also spit on his grave."

"You can't do this. Let me give you an idea."

"What's the idea?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned his back against the wall, head down, and put his left foot against the wall. Smoke rose from both sides of his hat brim, shrouding him in ominousness and mystery.

He said: "Have you heard of the Anti-Zhao Society? You can join the Anti-Zhao Society and use them to obtain intelligence. Japan's feudalism is not limited to Meiji, but also includes Katsura Taro, Yamagata Aritomo, Hasegawa Yoshimichi and so on. They are all the culprits who made the Japanese people lose their happiness. You can also secretly develop comrades in the Anti-Zhao Society and then blow them up together."

"But Zhao Chuanxin is also my Japanese enemy?"

"Snapped!"

Taiji Miyashita got slapped in the face again.

Miyashita Taiji covered his face with grievance: "I..."

I was right.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Zhao Chuanxin was also a pioneer in the fight against feudalism. He killed the lackeys of the Meiji regime and did not harm the common people."

Taikichi Miyashita sat down on the ground.

He said dejectedly, "After coming to Tokyo, I realized that everything was just my fantasy. Let alone blowing up the emperor, I am lucky enough not to get lost. How can I find the Anti-Zhao Society?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of banknotes and said, "Here is a little money, take it. You stay in Tokyo for a few days and set up the Tokyo branch of the Anti-Zhao Society. If there are people who come out to cause trouble at night, you will absorb them into the Anti-Zhao Society branch. When the team grows stronger, it will naturally attract the Anti-Zhao Society to actively look for you."

"But apart from that 'gangster', who else would cause trouble at night?"

"You'll know tomorrow night. There will definitely be someone there. You have to trust people's hearts." Zhao Chuanxin said mysteriously. "I'm leaving first."

Miyashita Taikichi thought: Is there anyone else who wants to blow up the emperor? That would be great.

"Wait, how can I contact you?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a bronze eye: "Wear it outside your clothes. When something happens, raise it - chant my true name and I will protect your true soul."

Taiji Miyashita immediately felt a sense of mysterious ritual.

"What kind of spell is this? What's your real name?"

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: "My real name is - Bandit."

"Nani?"

Zhao Chuanxin bent his body slightly, pushed off the ground, jumped up, turned 180 degrees in the air, and then squatted on the top of the wall.

His deep voice floated in the Tokyo night sky: "Although the times are cruel, please remember that you will overcome it."

After saying this, his windbreaker fluttered, and with a "whoosh" sound, Taiji Miyashita disappeared.

So mysterious!

Once a person is alone, all kinds of thoughts come to mind.

Taiji Miyashita was frightened and missed the thrill of doing evil.

As the saying goes - wherever you come, you leave a trace.

"After tonight, I, Miyashita, can be considered a hero who has left a mark in Tokyo."

At this time, a Shiba Inu slowly came to the wall, lifted its legs and splashed water.

Miyashita Taiji's pride vanished: "Are you going to fight with me for something like leaving traces?"

The Shiba Inu bared its teeth: "Zhr..."

Taiji Miyashita reached back but failed to touch the dagger, and it fell at the door of the court.

"Okay, you're so cruel. I'm leaving now. I'm leaving now, okay?"

Although that person was mysterious and powerful enough to lead him by the nose.

But Taiji Miyashita decided to wait and see.

His attitude is not trust, but a helpless act due to the lack of better options.

His goal was simple: blow up the fucking Emperor Meiji, blow up the poverty of Japan's cannon fodder, cattle and horses, and scraps, blow up a future for the people, and blow up a name that would go down in history.

When a god-like person says that Shiba Inu's poop smells good, there will definitely be a lot of people who come over to smell it, but whether they will put it in their mouth is another matter.

This is what Taikichi Miyashita told himself.

Tokyo's factories spread like poisonous mushrooms, and steel, cement, and merchant ships with sails like forests have transformed the east bank of the Sumida River beyond recognition.

Taikichi Miyashita, wearing thin clothes, walked through the alleys, teahouses and brothels, trying to find the kind of lazy and leisurely life in the Edo period as depicted in woodblock prints, but the hills, valleys and ponds of the past had long been razed to the ground.

When a person hates someone, he will blame all the bad things on that person.

"Damn Meiji, the transformation of this city must have cost a huge price, all of it is the blood and sweat of the people."

At night.

Taikichi Miyashita found a dark corner where he could stay in the midst of noise and wait there. He was like a Shiba Inu looking at the inexplicably bustling crowd.

He imitated the "gangsters" and remained unmoved when patrolling police passed by.

Sure enough, he seemed to have an aura of invisibility.

In fact, someone discovered him.

But seeing his rustic outfit and demeanor, everyone was just wary that he might pee in the mailbox.

"I'll kill you if you pee in the mailbox, you Shiba Inu!"

He asked suspiciously, "Why would I pee in a mailbox, asshole?"

He had been to Tokyo before, but the former Ginza is now completely unrecognizable.

The slums in the past were called "guodian" and that area was called "houshang".

He believes that building a new open drainage system embedded in the middle of the floor tiles is a waste of time.

Whenever it rains, the boards covering the sewers are washed away and smelly sewage gushes out onto the ground.

"It's all the fault of that damn Meiji."

This is what Taiji Miyashita muttered the most tonight.

Then it was late at night.

The pedestrians disappeared from the streets.

Taiji Miyashita was drowsy, leaning against the wall with his head nodding.

Suddenly, he looked up, because there were several sneaky figures on the street. They came to a store with bags on their backs, put down their bags, and wrote on the wall with charcoal pencils: I am a gangster.

Taiji Miyashita was overjoyed.

There must be a can bomb in that backpack.

As expected, the "bandits" were right.

These are all like-minded people.

Those people were whispering excitedly: "We've made a fortune, we've made a fortune, there are so many bags, we can put a lot of things in them, we'll pick the expensive ones later."

"Anyway, it's none of our business if the crime is framed by the gangsters."

As they were discussing, they suddenly heard a thunderclap from the field nearby: "Put aside those firecrackers, and let me do it."

The effect of this roar is almost equal to that of a firecracker.

Several people jumped up on the spot.

Taiji Miyashita walked over hurriedly and turned over the bag on the ground, wanting to see what the bomb they made looked like.

But when I looked inside, I found that they were all lock-picking tools or blank packages. How could there be any bombs?
Miyashita Taiji was confused: "What are you going to do?"

When they turned around, they were not so scared anymore when they saw Miyashita Taiji.

One of them had a grim look on his face: "What for? Picking the lock, of course. Let's kill him and silence him."

"Picking the lock?" Taiji Miyashita was furious.

In his opinion, his behavior last night was undoubtedly of extraordinary significance.

And today these people actually came to pick locks and steal things, and they wanted to frame the "bandits"?
"I'm so mad, I'm going to beat you to death."

"Haha, you want to kill us? You must be kidding. There are four of us and only one of you."

After a round of punches and kicks.

Taiji Miyashita, who was "placed with high hopes" by Zhao Chuanxin, staggered to his feet from the ground, while the other four lay on the ground like dead dogs, with bruised faces and noses.

"Ah... tui! Now look who's the Shiba Inu? Who's peeing in the mailbox?"

After saying that, Taiji Miyashita felt his abdomen a little bloated. He saw a gray-green iron shell. Under the dim street lights, he could vaguely see the words "urinal" written on it.

After he finished peeing, the door of the iron cabinet was badly rotten and suddenly opened automatically, and a pile of letters fell out.

Taiji Miyashita looked at this scene and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He moved closer and looked at it carefully, enduring the foul smell.

I saw that what was written on the tin shell was not "urinal" but "mailbox".

"Bang! Why are these two words so similar? No wonder they say don't pee in the mailbox!"

At this moment, he suddenly heard explosions one after another.

His bloodshot eyes lit up: "Finally, there are people who share the same ideals as me?"

With this in mind, he pulled up his pants and ran towards the fire, leaving behind only the urine-stained letter and the sign next to it - No peeing in the mailbox.

……

The next day, the streets of Tokyo were filled with people talking about one word: gangsters.

Originally, the bandits bombed one place a day.

Last night, bandits were everywhere and many shops were robbed and stolen.

There were even "bandits" who broke into people's homes and harmed their women.

Anyway, it was all done by gangsters.

In the second half of the night, the situation even developed into looting and smashing, and the momentum was difficult to control until dawn.

The accumulated resentment of the lower class of people erupted, and they shouted in Tokyo, "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?"

"Have you heard that the woman from the Tianshan family was raped by bandits?"

"When?"

"One o'clock last night."

"Coincidentally, the grocery store on Kanda Old Commercial Street was also robbed at the same time, and it was also done by gangsters."

"Who says it's not true? Over at St. Nicholas Cathedral, foreigners were also robbed, and it was also done by bandits."

"Are we talking about a gangster?"

"Aren't gangsters gangsters?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Someone suddenly muttered, "Let me tell you, I'm miserable too. Someone peed on my mailbox again last night. It must have been done by the gangsters."

"..."

The Emperor's temporary residence.

Mingzhi was stunned when he saw the pile of reports: "Did Zhao Chuanxin do all this?"

Katsura Taro wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Obviously not. I even doubt now whether those things before were related to Zhao Chuanxin."

Meiji picked up a few of the reports and said, "But these reports say that these places were robbed, or women were raped. They left the word 'bandit' on the wall, and added a sentence at the end - blow up the emperor."

Katsura Taro thought: What does that mean? It only means that many people in Tokyo hate you to the core.

……

Someone is embarrassed.

That was Liang Qichao.

Some say he is a progressive, others say he is a conservative.

In fact, people are contradictory and will change. Later, a Japanese summed it up very well - gradualism.

After the failure of the Reform Movement of 1898, Liang Qichao fled to Japan.

He witnessed the changes in Japan and praised them highly after returning.

He said Japan is: "a rising star in the world and a leader in the East."

Due to the establishment of the Tongmenghui, there were debates among the revolutionaries between 1905 and 1907, in which Liang Qichao participated.

But on the surface at least, he lost the debate.

Now he is preparing to start a new publication and name it "Guofeng Daily".

When writing articles or commenting on current affairs, the topic naturally cannot avoid Japan.

But Liang Qichao had already prepared several articles, but now they were all discarded.

It's just because he is in Japan now and has seen things that he hadn't noticed before.

"Oh..." Liang Qichao sighed.

Tang Rui, a student of Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao's assistant in editing Guofeng Newspaper, asked, "Ren Fu, why are you sighing?"

"Juedun, in your opinion, who are the bandits?"

Tang Rui didn't even think about it: "Zhao Chuanxin."

"Then was the chaos in Tokyo all caused by Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Otherwise, maybe it was Zhao Chuanxin who blew up the palace, but it was definitely not him who stole, robbed, and kidnapped people afterwards."

"So, tell me, is Zhao Chuanxin a constitutionalist or a reformist?"

Tang Rui couldn't say it, so he joked: "In any case, they can't be called royalists."

Actually, you can’t say this to Kang Youwei, but you can say this to Liang Qichao.

Liang Qichao smiled.

After laughing, he said with a serious face: "I have seen the advantages of the Meiji Restoration and the Japanese Constitution, but now I also find its various disadvantages. In any case, Japan is not a monolithic country."

Tang Rui suddenly asked: "Ren Fu, what do you think of Lugang Town?"

"This..." Liang Qichao thought for a moment: "A country within a country, although small, has all the organs."

"Lugang Town's military and political affairs are all adapted to the situation. I heard that they followed the example of the Netherlands and implemented a welfare system. Even Japan cannot do this in Asia."

Liang Qichao shook his head: "You only know the fact but not the reason. Lugang Town is expanding its army, but the number of soldiers in the insurance team is strictly controlled because of the huge military expenditure. Zhao Zhongyi is not yet forty years old, but his temples are already gray. He coordinated the overall situation of Lugang Town, and made every effort to make sure that the quota was not in deficit. Now, the number of people from Lugang Town is also limited, and outsiders are not required to provide identity certificates. It can be seen that this benefit is not enjoyed by everyone. People at home and abroad talk about Zhao Chuanxin's ability, but he only has the advantage of knowing people and making good use of them. Lugang Town has Zhao Zhongyi, Lubin Prefecture has Yao Shijie and Zhang Heyan, and the south has Li Xingdao, and the rest are just ordinary people. In this way, Zhao Tan Gong can run rampant in the world, traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, otherwise he will be entangled in trivial matters and can't move forward."

"Eh? What you said makes sense."

……

Lugang Town.

Zhao Zhongyi scolded Zhao Hongzhi: "Why are you running around like crazy with a blanket on?"

"Dad, our Lugang Town is a top dragon farm. Who would dare to go out without looking cool? This is called a cloak, you don't understand."

"What the hell? What is a top dragon farm?"

"Longchang Enlightenment! Wang Yangming! Dad, you don't even know this. It's a waste of time to set up a study room. If you don't learn..."

Zhao Zhongyi's eyes narrowed: "What are you not going to learn?"

"Well, it's amazing that you have acquired skills without any education. Okay, Dad, I'm going out to look for Defu and the others. By the way, Dad, Benjamin's master is back, I'm going out now."

Wait for Zhao Hongzhi to go out.

Zhao Zhongyi has been sleeping less recently, which has caused his brain to work slowly.

Benjamin his master?

Isn't that just passing on the torch?
Why does Zhao Hongzhi, this little bastard, call Chuanxin like this?
But when Zhao Hongzhi went out, he saw Zhao Chuanxin strolling outside with Zhao Zhengze, who was wrapped in layers of clothes.

Seeing Zhao Hongzhi, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised and asked, "Why are you wearing this Tokyo Archery Hall style outfit?"

Zhao Hongzhi looked at the bed sheet and said, "You don't understand. This is called a cloak."

He dragged Defu out.

Defu was surprised and asked, "You are talking to your uncle loudly and you are breathing heavily. Aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Hongzhi raised his voice and whispered in Defu's ear: "What's wrong with Zhao Chuanxin? Is Zhao Chuanxin so awesome? I, Zhao Hongzhi, don't take him seriously at all."

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. He saw Zhao Chuanxin glaring at him but not saying anything.

"I'm afraid!" Defu was angry. "Why are you shouting so loudly in my ear? Do you want to deafen me?"

Zhao Hongzhi was very proud and said nothing.

Defu was suddenly stunned and whispered, "Wait, when did you dare to call me by my name?"

Zhao Hongzhi stroked his "cloak" and held his waist with both hands like an ancient warrior: "Hehe, ever since I found out, no matter what mistakes I made, he only dared to glare at me, not scold me. Think about it, only people who are at least one generation younger than me would dare to be angry with me but not speak. Moreover, he didn't dare to ask me to kowtow during the New Year, and we both have the surname Zhao. It's obvious that I must be older than him in the clan, but my father has been evasive. I just tried it out, and it's true, he only dared to glare at me. Glaring at me won't lose a piece of meat, so let him do what he wants. Defu, just wait, I will scold him again in the future, just wait and see."

Defu was shocked: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin came back this time, firstly to see his son, and secondly because Liu Baogui told him about an infuriating incident of land theft that occurred in Changchun Prefecture.

Song Chunting, the prefect of Changchun Prefecture, reported the matter to the court, but the Qing court told him to act according to circumstances.

Opportunities come and go, and the land has not been exchanged.

According to the original history, Shibata Yojiro successfully occupied the land privately purchased by the Manchuria Railway, while Song Chunting rezoned the commercial port area.

Song Chunao, director of the Jilin Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau, was helpless.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

Song Chunao went to find Song Chunting and said, "Brother, Shibata Yachiro refused to return it."

The anger on Song Chunting's face was gone at this time.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I will explain the righteousness and appeal to his emotions. He will eventually understand."

"What?" Song Chunao was incredulous: "If friendship was useful, the Japanese and Russians would have left the border long ago."

"Don't worry." Song Chunting remained calm: "If there was Lugang Town earlier, I would have been able to contact Zhao Chuanxin earlier, and the Japanese and Russians might not have been able to get in at all."

"..." Song Chunao widened his eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"Don't be curious. Let this matter rot in your stomach quietly."

"Okay, that's okay."

……

The New Year is approaching.

Zhao Chuanxin has to take care of many things, and his leisure time is over.

He held his big son in his arms, went out for a walk, and then hurried back.

The child was too young. If he was not Zhao Chuanxin's, no one would be willing to take the baby out during the Great Cold.

Miao Cuihua felt distressed: "If I catch a cold, you will be the one to blame."

"I gave him magic water to drink when he got a cold."

"I can rest assured that."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Superstition!"

Zhao Chuanxin went to find Jiang Mingxin: "Girl, I brought you a toy."

As he spoke, he took out clay figurines and other toys that he bought on the streets of Japan.

Jiang Mingxin quickly took it and said, "Thank you, sir. Do you have any?"

"Him? Doesn't he deserve to know? I'll give this to you alone, no one else will."

Jiang Mingxin was delighted: Servant of God, servant of God, you are truly divine.

Zhao Chuanxin thought: Zhao Zhengze knows how to stuff everything into his mouth, isn't it nonsense to give him this thing? As for the set given to Juvencio Torric, Jiang Mingxin probably won't have the chance to go to Mexico and will never see it in this life.

Thinking of Zhao Zhengze, Zhao Chuanxin began to scratch his head.

His daughter, Zhao Lingjun, seemed like a spirit, but his son, Zhao Zhengze, was just an ordinary person except for being a little stronger.

Eat, sleep, cry, and be silly.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Lugang Town for two days and went to Changchun Prefecture on the third day.

At the Changchun Japanese Consulate near Kuanchengzi Station, Consul Shibata Yojiro said to Hazama Shigure, the chief of the police station in the Manchuria Railway Concession: "You must work together with the Manchuria Railway Local Office to plan the newly purchased land before the spring warms up and the snow melts. Once it is possible, start construction immediately. As for the remaining land, speed up the purchase work."

Hazama Shigure bowed: "Hayi."

Then he said, "But Song Chunao comes to negotiate every day without stopping."

Shibata Yojiro sneered: "The objections raised by the Qing officials will be ignored. Since it cannot be completed in secret and tactfully, then we should do it in a big way. Changchun Prefecture is not only the commercial center of Jilin Province, but also the bridgehead of our Great Japanese Empire against Russia in Manchuria. We must pay attention to it."

"Then will we take over all the new land demarcation and administrative affairs?"

"The Jilin-Changchun Railway and its affiliated territories should be under our jurisdiction. Even if they find another place to build a commercial port, the administrative affairs of the commercial port should be jointly governed by both parties according to the Sino-Japanese Treaty of Commerce and Navigation. However, the Chinese dare not offend us, so we should try our best to take charge of all administrative affairs."

"Hayi!"

At this time, someone said, "What's wrong with you, old Ha Yi? Can't you straighten your waist? I'll heal you!"

(End of this chapter)