mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1103: Compassionate Zhao Chuanxin

Zhao Chuanxin packed up, set up eyes in front of and behind the house and in the living room, and set off on his third-generation dragon, heading for the Black Sea, in an attempt to search for endangered animals in Europe.

He has been to Europe before, and this time he revisited the place to see if he could gain anything from it.

He came ashore at Varna and talked with the locals along the coast.

Humans have developed Europe so thoroughly that Zhao Chuanxin gained nothing and went from the Black Sea to the Adriatic coast.

At night, he found a hotel to stay in.

As soon as I finished checking in, I heard the rumble of cannons.

The hotel receptionist's face changed: "A fight has started!"

Zhao Chuanxin then remembered that it seemed that the time had come for the First Balkan War to break out.

The Ottoman Empire thought it was very powerful, but was eventually beaten back by the Balkan Alliance.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help laughing when he thought about what happened next.

The receptionist was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned his elbow on the counter: "Is it your business?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin decided not to pile material into the book anymore, but to directly typeset it and send it to "Code of Old Gods" for printing.

Because Rune City's printing industry is the best in both worlds.

……

On October 10, when Greece declared war on the Ottoman Empire, the first batch of printing of Zhao Chuanxin's masterpiece, "The Road to Extinction", was completed.

Zhao Chuanxin took the books to New York and The Hague, and asked Wilhelmina to help export them to the UK.

He returned to China immediately and used Lugang Town Journal and Internet companies to sell books.

He didn't care whether "The Road to Extinction" was a best-seller or not. He rushed to northern Albania on October 10 to observe and film the fighting between the two sides.

He first watched the battle from the flank of the Bulgarian 2nd Army on the right wing, and saw them successfully repel the Ottoman Empire army and besiege Edirne.

Then immediately go to the left wing to film the encounter between the Bulgarian 1st and 3rd Armies and the Ottoman Empire.

The fighting was fierce and swift, and the Ottoman Third Army was defeated.

Bulgarian and Montenegrin troops advanced southward.

Soon after, the Bulgarian army and the Ottomans fought in Luleburgaz, where the Ottoman army was defeated again and the 4th Army retreated hastily.

Zhao Chuanxin followed very closely, and the Bulgarian soldiers discovered him: "&%￥..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and waved to them, "Hello."

He was greeted by several bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "Damn it!"

He immediately put away the camera, took out his water gun and fired several shots in succession, every shot hit the target.

The other party was shocked and angry, and hurriedly gathered people to besiege Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin killed people to vent his anger, but had no intention of intervening in the war.

He carried the gun, jumped onto the crown of a tree, and floated away into the distance.

The Bulgarian soldiers below were stunned.

Because the troops still had to pursue the defeated Ottoman troops, these soldiers reported the matter to their superiors, but they did not receive due attention.

Zhao Chuanxin watched the game until November 11, and when he saw that they were not going to fight for the time being, he returned to his house in Australia with the film.

When he came back, the windows of the house had been smashed with stones and the lanterns hanging on the window frames had been stolen.

The furniture and other items inside were looted.

Zhao Chuanxin removed the bronze eyes in front of and behind the house.

He knows who did it!
He left the construction puppets and puppet slaves at home to work.

I went to my neighbor's house first.

"What's your business?"

The owner of the house was a red-faced man who was sitting outside the door drinking cheap wine. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin coming, he asked him in a bad tone.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his hat and said politely, "I came to look for your child. He took my things."

The red-faced man was strong and muscular. He stood up suddenly, swayed his body and approached, pointing at Zhao Chuanxin aggressively: "You've come to the wrong place if you want to pick a fight... Ouch..."

Before he could finish his words, his fingers had been broken by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Talking to you nicely doesn't work, does it?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it.

Gaba.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Now, where is your child?"

"Milo, Milo, come out here real quick, whose things did you steal again? Take them out quickly..."

Milo, the child who had given Zhao Chuanxin lizards and other small animals before, walked out of the room.

He looked at his father, then at Zhao Chuanxin: "I didn't take anything..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a hammer and said, "Good boy, since you are a child, I will give you a chance. Take it out, or I will hammer one of your hands!"

Milo shuddered, but still gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't take it..."

The red-faced man widened his eyes: "He said he didn't take it..."

Zhao Chuanxin hit the red-faced man with a hammer, and the facial muscles and fat began to twist and deform, and his teeth fell out.

Immediately, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the child over roughly.

Milo staggered and fell to the ground, and Zhao Chuanxin held down one of his hands.

Click...

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, lit a cigarette and said, "The things you stole will be considered as medical expenses."

The price of stealing and pretending to be stubborn is to become disabled.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the fat man Craig Markles's house again.

Craig Markles was reading a newspaper at home. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he was surprised and asked, "Constantine, when did you come back?"

"Give me back what you took from my house."

"What? What are you talking about?" Craig Markles pretended to be confused.

He had long been coveting the belongings in Zhao Chuanxin's home.

Later I found out that Zhao Chuanxin had not been home for a long time, and I couldn't help it.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "I just smashed the hand of the neighbor's kid named Milo. Do you want to be the next one?"

Craig Markles' face changed: "Don't mess around, I have a lot of friends..."

Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt on the exquisite carpet, and immediately a smell of burnt feathers spread.

"Ah, this is a Persian carpet, the patterns on it are all outlined with gold threads..."

Zhao Chuanxin pressed Craig Markles' right hand on the table and smashed it with a hammer.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: "You are left-handed, and I will need you in the future, so I will cripple your right hand."

Craig Markles was shocked and angry: "John Constantine, this matter is not over yet, I will not let you go..."

Seeing that he dared to talk too much, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, pinched his cheeks, and forced him to open his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pair of pliers, put them into his mouth, and clamped, pried, and pulled violently.

"Forehead……"

The fat man screamed hysterically.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the pliers and the stone tooth on the table, wiped his hands with a rag, pointed at Craig Markles and said, "Come to my house tomorrow. I have something for you to do."

After saying that, he turned around and went home.

When I got home, the construction puppet and puppet servants had already repaired the windows.

As for the looted furniture and other things, Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it to heart. He had already taken the valuables away in advance.

He and Xingyue began editing videos of the Balkan War.

the next day.

Craig Markles did come.

But behind him was a group of armed policemen.

A group of police officers holding rifles shouted from behind the bunker: "John Constantine, come out and talk. We hope you won't put up unnecessary resistance before the matter is resolved."

The glass door was pushed open.

Zhao Chuanxin went out wearing work boots, jeans, a corduroy jacket and a cowboy hat.

He cursed: "What are you yelling about?"

The sheriff had never seen anyone so rampant.

He glanced at Craig Markles.

One of the other person's arms was hanging, and he made a gesture of wiping his neck with the other hand.

The sheriff saw that Zhao Chuanxin had an Asian face and immediately prepared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a chair under the awning: "Don't say I didn't warn you. Whoever dares to shoot will die."

The sheriff spat, "Shoot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gun was raised.

boom.

A bullet hit the sky.

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin's figure had disappeared from the chair.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched the Lee Enfield rifle and swung the hammer to hit the sheriff on the top of his head.

duh.

There is no doubt that the top of your head will collapse.

The others were shocked. The sheriff was fine just now, but now he was gone.

It was too late for them to turn their guns around.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared and swung his hammer.

duh.

duh.

duh.

A child.

In a moment, all six policemen were killed.

Zhao Chuanxin came up to Craig Markles, lit a cigarette, and blew it all over his face, choking him and making him cry.

"Come on, open your mouth. You know the rules."

The fat man closed his mouth tightly, shook his head in fear, and his crotch was wet.

"It's okay if you don't open your mouth, you just lose a few more teeth."

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer and hit the fat man in the mouth.

duh.

“Ah…Puff…”

Four teeth were spit out.

There was a cut on each of his upper and lower lips, with the skin and flesh rolled up and bleeding profusely.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head. "What a pity. It only needs one tooth. Find a doctor to fix it yourself. Come back here before noon. I have something for you to do."

Craig Markles left in a rage.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to the red-faced man next door: "Come here."

The red-faced man had a big swelling on his left cheek. He shivered as he trudged to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Sir, it's none of my business. I was just looking outside..."

In fact, he was just gloating and wanted to see Zhao Chuanxin beaten to death by the sheriff and his men.

The ending surprised him.

The sheriff and others, who were armed with guns, were all beaten to death by this Asian man.

I think this is unscientific, but it is very cruel!
Zhao Chuanxin threw his arm over him.

Snapped!
The red-faced man's right cheek also swelled up. He covered his face in fear and dared not speak.

"Find a place to bury these bodies."

The red-faced man was dumbfounded, his mouth was stuffed like an egg, and he said, "Sir, I only have one hand left."

The other hand was broken by Zhao Chuanxin.

"I don't care. If the body is still there before dark, I'll smash your head in. You don't think I'm kidding, do you?"

Damn it, Fuck...

Of course the red-faced man knew that this was not a joke.

The joker's skull was broken and he fell to the ground.

This is a deserted place and the police station is seriously understaffed.

Among the six police officers brought by the sheriff, four of them were local residents.

They died and their families came to seek justice.

An old lady, two women, and a teenage boy came together.

Australia at this time was like the developing American West. People were brutal and ferocious, otherwise they could not survive, especially in such a desolate area.

Everyone makes a living by working in the iron mine.

The three women and a half-grown child, each holding a rifle, cried outside: "You son of a bitch, Asian, come out now..."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and said, "I'll count to three, three..."

Zhao Chuanxin's figure disappeared.

The old lady thought it was just her old eyesight, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Chuanxin appeared in front of her.

One hammer blow.

duh.

The old lady's eyes became straighter and seemed no longer so cloudy.

The other two women were holding guns. Due to the local environment, their faces were covered in dust and dirt all day long, and now their faces were washed clean by their tears.

They were slightly stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them with a sneer on his face.

The boy fired the first shot.

boom.

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly jumped before the gunshot.

They had never seen anyone jump so high, flying in the air at a height of two and a half meters, and when they landed, they pressed the boy to the ground with one knee.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer.

The point of the hammer gouged into the boy's forehead.

The two women collapsed, their hands holding the rifles shook constantly, and their mouths became concave hexagons with horror.

Zhao Chuanxin showed no mercy and rushed over to hit them one by one.

DuangDuang.

There were four more bodies in front of the door.

The innocent red-faced man stared at this place until Zhao Chuanxin looked at him.

"I, I'll bury it. Our whole family will bury it together..."

In the afternoon, before dusk, Craig Markles arrived at Zhao Chuanxin's door in a carriage.

He ran so hard that he was out of breath and almost fell down. "I, I'm coming..."

When he spoke, he didn't dare open his mouth too wide because the split between his upper and lower lips had been sutured with catgut.

Zhao Chuanxin took out five books and a letter and handed them to him: "Take these to Geraldton and give them to the local mayor. Ask them to contact Melbourne, ask Melbourne to contact Britain, and then pass it on to British Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith."

Craig Markels never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would ask him to do this.

He was stunned: "You, who are you?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

"what?"

……

Because during this period Zhao Chuanxin was busy filming war scenes in the Balkans.

He had no time to check how his books were selling, and the locals knew nothing about it.

People are in a panic, who has the time to read?
Moreover, booksellers were not willing to go to the Balkans at this time.

But in the country, Zhao Chuanxin's books are very popular among scholars.

Many people know that Zhao Chuanxin wrote a book, and they buy his books basically just for the three words "Zhao Chuanxin".

When Zhao Chuanxin brought the book back to China and prepared to sell it, he was worried that it would not be able to sell.

So he asked an Internet company to help with the promotion and invested a sum of advertising money that was neither too much nor too little.

As a result, there were too many people buying books, leading to long queues outside the Internet company stores in various cities.

"If for no other reason, I will buy this book just for Zhao Chuanxin."

"I have seen through the world. It's useless for anyone to take the stage. If you want to be proud, you have to look to Mr. Zhao! Even if he writes shit, I will buy his books."

"It's just three cents. It's just a matter of drinking less."

Zhou Shuren was also in the team.

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin had such a high reputation among the people.

Three cents is not a small amount of money.

But among the people queuing, many were wearing patched jackets, and their hunched shoulders and hunched backs made it obvious that they couldn't stand up straight.

Most of these people are unsuccessful and have little money in their pockets, but they are willing to spend thirty cents to buy books.

Just because this book was written by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhou Shuren complained in his heart: Zhao Tan Gong, Zhao Tan Gong, are you good enough to write a book? If you want to write a book, just write one. But you sell it at such a high price, that's a bit too much...

Anyway, he didn't believe that Zhao Chuanxin could write anything good.

He came to buy books, firstly because Zhao Chuanxin often donated the box office of his movies to disaster areas, and secondly because Zhao Chuanxin often helped Chinese people at home and abroad to show off.

Anyway, I didn't go there because of Zhao Chuanxin's talent.

Although Zhao Chuanxin has always claimed to be well-read.

It’s finally on sale.

As soon as the cinema store opened, people rushed in: "One copy, one copy..."

"I got here first, don't push me..."

"That woman's..."

It was finally Zhou Shuren's turn.

Zhou Shuren likes reading, buying books and collecting books.

He particularly likes to buy those with rough edges, and then go home to cut them himself, and he never gets tired of it.

However, after he paid the money and got the book, he was stunned.

I blanch...

Zhou Shuren was stunned when he held the book which was thicker than a dictionary and had an incredibly beautiful binding.

Selling this book for thirty cents, isn't that a huge loss?
This book is worth two dollars.

He stroked the cover of the book, which actually had texture on it. It was a hard book cover, and there was a whole photo at the beginning and end of the cover. It was a photo of the cliffs and the sea on the southern coast of Peru, connected from front to back to form a whole photo.

There are four large gold-plated characters on the front: Road to Extinction.

Below is the author’s name – Zhao Chuanxin, who is compassionate.

Zhou Shuren's expression changed—he smiled.

In fact, he also designed book covers.

Of course, that's in the future.

Zhou Shuren's aesthetic taste is online.

However, due to technical limitations, even if he was asked to design it this way, he would not be able to integrate the photo into the book cover.

“Just this cover image is amazing.”

Like many book buyers, Zhou Shuren couldn't help but browse through the books in the square outside the Internet store.

Wow, as soon as I opened the first page, there was a large photo.

The photo is composed of two pages as a whole. The paper is smooth, the text is neatly printed in Song font, the handwriting is clear, and there is no ink bleeding.

The photo shows a complete dinosaur skeleton.

The skeleton is displayed in the lobby of an Internet company in Lugang Town and is named Jiameng Dragon.

Below the photo is a line of small words: Did you know, this is an animal from 7000 million years ago.

Zhou Shuren's body shook!
I don't know how serious it is.

He looked carefully and deduced, based on the furnishings in the hall and the proportions of the dinosaur skeleton, that the fossil was at least 4 meters tall and 7 meters long.

Is there such a huge creature on earth?
Does a dragon look like this?
I turned to the next page and there was not even a preface, which was really pitiful. It went straight to the table of contents.

Zhou Shuren looked at the catalog carefully and found that it was divided into six volumes.

Volume 1: A Brief History of the Earth.

Volume 2: A brief history of mankind.

Volume 3: The world of plants and animals.

Volume 4: Climate and Biodiversity.

Volume 5: Ecology and the Global Economy.

Volume 6: Foreseeing the Future.

Awesome!
What a loud tone!
Although this book is thick, it shouldn't be able to include all the contents in the catalog, right?

Zhou Shuren looked at the book again and found that the paper was surprisingly thick, which meant that there would not be too many pages.

Turning the page, I saw that Zhao Chuanxin was indeed playing tricks.

The contents of each volume are not as thick as the catalogue.

Zhou Shuren thought he had caught Zhao Chuanxin's tail, and if he had the chance to see him again in the future, he would definitely tease him.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The book is written in plain language, even plainer than the language used at that time.

Zhao Chuanxin said: The earth is divided into five eras, namely: Ancient, Proterozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic and Cenozoic.

Each generation is then further divided into eras.

Zhao Chuanxin said: The Earth was formed about 46 billion years ago in the nebula that faced the Sun...

Zhou Shuren was stunned.

How do you know?

Have you been there?

Each generation and each era was described in great detail, and each one was billions of years ago.

You say he's talking nonsense?

But Zhao Chuanxin has pictures and the truth.

For example, he talked about the Devonian Period, the fourth era of the Paleozoic Era, and took a photo of a Cornish man in Devon, England, who was holding an ammonite fossil in his hand.

In addition, Zhao Chuanxin also filled in the hole on the opening page - the Jiamengsaurus dinosaur fossil lived in the late Cretaceous period of the Mesozoic era and was dug out in Jiameng County, Heilongjiang Province.

I blanch...

Zhou Shuren had to believe it!

He was simply bluffed.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin might really be a god. Maybe he had lived from the Hadesian Universe to the present and was the true first person to create the world?
But on second thought, I'm afraid it's impossible.

Zhao Chuanxin then mentioned the theory of continental drift.

He drew maps of the world from every angle.

Zhou Shuren was stunned when he saw it: "This, this, this can really be connected..."

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin is not the first person to put forward this view.

Before him, people had discovered that the rock formations of the continents were similar, and later that year German meteorologist and geophysicist Alfred Wegener would formally propose the theory of continental drift.

However, just a month later, Zhao Chuanxin got there first.

By this point, Zhou Shuren could no longer stop reading this book.

The mere desire for curiosity made it difficult for him to extricate himself.

What's more, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't just use dry words to let you imagine, the book contains a large number of photos and paintings.

I’ll take pictures of what I can take, and I’ll draw what I can’t take for you.

He is a photographer, a painter, and a good talker. Are you afraid?
Like many people, Zhou Shuren was scratching his head on the street, thinking about the next page after reading one.

Later I turned to the volume of A Brief History of Humankind.

At the beginning of this volume, Zhao Chuanxin said: I talked about the age of the earth before. Now, if we scale it down, if the universe was formed 13 years ago, then the earth has only existed for 5 years, multicellular large organisms have only existed for 7 months, the extinction of dinosaurs occurred 3 weeks ago, apes have only existed for 3 days, humans have only existed for 53 minutes, agricultural society has existed for 5 minutes, civilization with written records has existed for only 3 minutes, and industrial society from the Industrial Revolution to the present has existed for only more than 1 second...

Many people reading on the street had buzzing heads.

Such a comparison is too shocking.

A sense of insignificance and humility arises spontaneously.

It really makes one's scalp tingle.

There are not many photos in this article. Zhao Chuanxin went to the Ardeche Valley in France to take pictures of bison and human handprints, Stonehenge in England, the pyramids in Egypt, the Great Wall of China...

Zhao Chuanxin read Yuval Noah Harari's book and was deeply impressed. It basically copied the three major revolutions of mankind: the cognitive revolution, the agricultural revolution, and the scientific revolution.

Of course, he also photographed the Great Rift Valley of East Africa and drew many illustrations of primitive people.

Regardless of whether humans really walked out of the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, he wrote this way for now.

Extending back from Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.

The price of humans standing upright is that the pelvis shrinks, but because of the needs of intellectual development, human babies' heads become bigger and bigger, etc., which makes Zhou Shuren shudder.

He was also inspired when he saw humans really rising up and starting to hunt big game.

He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was setting a trap for him.

When humans reach their peak, it will be the beginning of destroying the earth.

When Zhou Shuren saw that the fat and big-eared animals of modern humans were a habit left over from the gathering era, he suddenly realized something.

I was shocked to see how dogs transformed from wolves.

See wisdom teeth speak and diseases like appendicitis and depression…

In short, Zhou Shuren felt his eyes were opened. Although Zhao Chuanxin did not have solid evidence, Zhou Shuren believed it.

Really, he believed it.

He stood by the road, slapping his thigh!
Every time he clapped his hands, there was a sound of slapping thighs all around.

"Niang Xipi!"

"What a bastard!"

“It’s so well written!”

“That’s so true…”

"I see!"

Next up is the animal world.

Zhao Chuanxin specifically chooses animals that are not in his documentaries to shoot, such as koalas, Arctic foxes, red pandas, and pandas. These cute creatures are pleasing to look at.

This opened the eyes of Zhou Shuren and others again.

Later on, when it comes to climate and biodiversity, ecology and the global economy, Zhao Chuanxin begins to make sense.

Stockpiling = boring.

But for people at that time, they still enjoyed reading the book because what it said was unheard of.

For example, since the 18th century, the carbon dioxide content in the air has increased significantly, which coincides with the time when the steam engine was improved in 1784.

The use of coal for iron smelting in the Song Dynasty and the increase in carbon dioxide from household coal use in London, England after the 13th century would have delayed the ice age locally and temporarily.

The British went to Australia, New Zealand and other places and hunted Tasmanian tigers and other animals, forcing herbivores to proliferate.

This provided the cats and dogs they brought with them with sufficient food, and as a result, feral cats and dogs began to proliferate, seriously disrupting the local ecological balance.

The book also lists the animals that have become extinct and the consequences of the destruction of the ecological balance.

Finally, there is the foreseeing the future part.

Zhao Chuanxin predicted global warming, mass extinction of animals, pollution of land and ocean environments, expansion of desertification, depletion of fishery resources, whaling in Russia, Japan, Northern Europe and other countries causing a sharp decline in whales, a population explosion, and the spread of infectious diseases...

Zhou Shuren and many others actually stayed up from morning until afternoon, and when night fell and the street lights came on, they worked outdoors under the lights.

Many people watched it in one go.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin did not just raise questions without giving answers.

He mentioned some preventive measures.

Here comes the topic.

The ecological environment needs to be protected urgently.

In the postscript, Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "The damned powers don't care about human affairs. Don't expect them to protect the ecological environment. They will only let weak countries protect it, especially countries like the United States and the United Kingdom. Zhao is compassionate and knows that this matter must be done personally..."

So, damn Britain, why don’t you demarcate the land?

A group of people beat their chests and stamped their feet: "Good, good scolding!"

"If all the animals and plants die, then the human race will not be long..."

"It's terrible, it's deplorable..."

Zhou Shuren let out a long sigh and closed "The Road to Extinction".

He finally understood why it was named the Road to Extinction.

According to Zhao Chuanxin, the Earth has experienced several cycles of mass extinction.

But this time it may be a mass extinction caused by humans, and humans may drive themselves to the path of extinction.

He looked at the crowd around him who had not dispersed, and echoed, "Well written!"

I immediately went home with the book in my hands, ready to read it again.

Zhou Shuren said: Zhao Tangong, you are so awesome...

Another person who felt his scalp tingling from reading so much was British Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith.

He thought Zhao Chuanxin couldn't write anything useful.

Local Australian officials sent him a telegram to tell him that Zhao Chuanxin had published a book and that Zhao Chuanxin requested land allocation.

Herbert Henry Asquith went to a London bookstore and found that The Road to Extinction had already been sold out.

It is difficult to find a book nowadays.

Herbert Henry Asquith stared anxiously: "Isn't there a pirated version? Pirated versions are fine, I'll take a look first."

"Really? No, that book is a bit evil, with photos all over it. I really don't know how it was printed. Pirates are powerless, and they can't even imitate the cover. So even though the price of the book is ridiculously high, it's still sold out. This kind of book has collection value, and the content is novel and shocking..."

Zhao Chuanxin sells his products cheaply in the country, but he does not suffer any loss abroad.

Finally, Herbert Henry Asquith borrowed a copy to read.

This is truly a remarkable read.

"Fuck it, Zhao Chuanxin is really here..."

(End of this chapter)