mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 199 Glorious Years
In short, Zhao Chuanxin had to get away.

Just as he was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Mr. Zhao, is this your friend?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and saw that it was Li Zining.

"Why are you everywhere?"

He was immediately upset.

Suspicious, Zena Keith sneaks in and still runs into acquaintances?

In particular, she was a woman who was obviously deeply influenced by the west wind, with a beautiful appearance and a face with a high memory point, which was easy to remember.

Li Zining was even angrier, she came to say hello out of kindness, why couldn't she be more polite to her?
Apparently, she didn't do anything wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are hamburgers over there, oops, I'm really hungry, you guys talk, let's talk first."

As he said that, he ran over quickly and snatched the burger from the waiter.

Zena Keith was bewildered.

And Li Zining couldn't figure out the situation.

After taking the hamburger, Zhao Chuanxin went out and went to the corner of the corridor to eat.

Firstly, he was worried about Chao Haiguang's doubts, and secondly, he was also afraid that Zena Keith would pester her endlessly.

Anyway, the main character today is not me.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, love between men and women was generally very stubborn and mysterious.

For example, Zena Keith in front of her clearly said she was bankrupt. With her character design, why didn't she know how to back away from it, and even took the initiative to post it?Does it show that you have a lot of money?
For example, some Gaozhi green tea in the period of the Republic of China later, there are countless scumbags, but some people love them to death.

As for Zhao Chuanxin, if it was him instead, hehe...just scum him.

But if he has any emotion, Zhao will write it upside down!

Just thinking about these things, I saw Li Zining also followed.

Zhao Chuanxin was so angry: "Why are you still haunted?"

Li Zining also went into a rage: "You are a great hero, you are a rich man, but you can't be so high-spirited, right? Apart from our misunderstanding on the first day, how did I offend you? I just want to tell you Just an apology!"

As she spoke, her own eyes turned red first.

"Hey, you have a lot of inner drama? Do I need you to apologize? Just go and do what you should do." Zhao Chuanxin was baffled. "get out."

As he said, he ate a hamburger in two bites, which was called the mouth of an abyss.

"Why did you let me go?"

Zhao Chuanxin had an extra bottle of kvass in his hand, took a sip, and put the burger down his stomach.

"You worship foreigners, who will get away if you don't?"

Li Zining didn't feel that she was worshiping foreigners, she was very angry, and was outraged by Li Ziyu's habitual pettiness, so she pushed Zhao Chuanxin violently.

Oh my god, can Zhao Chuanxin get used to her problem?
Immediately, he pushed her violently, pushing her back against the wall.

The impact was not light, and after two seconds, Li Zining hit him in one breath.

"You, you, you pushed me?" Li Zining thought that Zhao Chuanxin was the kind of man who wouldn't hit women. "You push it again?"

Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "It's the first time I've heard such a strange request when I've grown up so much."

So, he stretched out his arm, and pushed again and again, hitting Li Zining's back with a DuangDuang sound.

In the distance, a waiter sneaked up to the door of the restaurant and was about to go in, when he suddenly heard a strange thumping sound from around the corner, and he stretched his head out of curiosity...

I, Cao, what's the matter?

He only vaguely saw a very beautiful woman, wearing a backless dress, with her hair permed into western-style big waves, bumping her back against the wall, groaning continuously.

His face turned red with shame, and he was angry and suppressed his voice to mutter: "It's really morally depraved, the atmosphere is corrupt, the quality is bad, the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, values ​​are distorted, shameless..."

After cursing for half a minute, and watching it steadily for half a minute, he suddenly realized: I still have important things to do, how can I delay in such dirty things?
So, I tidied up the waiter's uniform, straightened my waist, and pushed the door open.

His goal is - Zhao Chuanxin!

After entering the door, he walked straight towards Li Guangzong.

When Li Guangzong and Mi Dun were talking dry, they went to the side to look for drinks, and the waiter hurried over with a glass of red wine.

Li Guangzong was taken aback: "Thank you."

However, the waiter suddenly whispered: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Sun Gongwu would like to see you."

Now Li Guangzong was really stunned: "Who?"

Seeing that Li Guangzong didn't seem to have heard of this pseudonym, the waiter leaned closer and muttered something in a low voice.

And Li Guangzong immediately narrowed his eyes.

A flash of light flashed behind the glasses.

After the waiter finished speaking in a low voice, in order to avoid trouble, he moved away to maintain a normal distance, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Sun Gongwu wants to talk to you."

Li Guangzong scanned for a week, but couldn't find Zhao Chuanxin.

This person obviously mistook him for Zhao Chuanxin.

But it doesn't matter, he agreed after a little thought: "Time, place?"

"The time is tomorrow morning, and the location is up to you."

"Okay, let's meet on the Dragon's Back at Shi'ao Peninsula."

The waiter was relieved, with a smile on his face, nodded at Li Guangzong, turned around and left.

After going out, he tilted his head and glanced, and the strange figure and movement had disappeared.

In fact, the strange figure and movement are still there, but in a different place.

When Zhao Chuanxin pushed Li Zining, his back was numb, and it hurt so much.

Li Zining cried.

Zhao Chuanxin bothered her, turned around and left when he saw this.

As for Li Zining, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he chased after him while crying.

Crying like this can easily be misunderstood.

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the dark, women must be afraid of the dark.

But Li Zining followed like a dog skin plaster.

"You have to apologize to me."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't turn his head back: "Say a few words, get out!"

"You are really a beast in clothes, a sanctimonious hypocrite!"

"Bah, I'm a real villain, who can be a hypocrite?"

"you are not human."

"You're still a dog, Lai Bagou!"

"You are not a man!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around: "Have you tried it? Why don't I remember?"

Li Zining was stunned for a moment, then he was furious and raised his hand, wanting to hit Zhao Chuanxin: "You rascal!"

Apparently she got the meaning.

Bah, why do you think pure people!

With thin arms and legs, how dare you hit someone?
Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her wrist and slammed her back.

Snapped!
Li Zining was taken aback by the beating.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his forehand again.

Seeing that Li Zining was still in a daze, he slapped him backhand.

Of course, he didn't try his best, but there was a crackling sound, and Li Zining's face immediately turned red.

She was really shocked, this man is really not used to people!

It doesn't matter if you are a woman or not, just hit me if you say so!
There is no such thing as a good man not fighting a woman, or a man not beating a weak woman, in Zhao Chuanxin's case.

He even kicked the rogue old lady in Lugang Town even if she dared to be rude.

If he got offended, the Queen Mother would also come down and slap the two of them.

Not to mention Li Zining.

"You're so fucking annoying, if you annoy me again, I'll beat you to death, do you hear me?"

I thought this woman would either be scared stupid or go crazy.

But what surprised Zhao Chuanxin the most was that Li Zining lowered his head and mumbled, "Yes."

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin's brain was buzzing.

I didn't read the almanac when I went out today, did I encounter a mental illness?
"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

With that said, he turned around and walked back.

He took big strides on purpose. After all, his height was there, and his walking speed was so fast that ordinary women couldn't keep up even if they were trotting.

When Li Zining trotted up to follow, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared.

She pushed open the door of the restaurant, chatting in twos and twos in the restaurant, toasting to each other, and the crisp sound of goblets colliding everywhere.

She saw the foreign woman Zhao Chuanxin contacted just now.

That woman was communicating with Mi Dun.She walked quickly over to eavesdrop.

Zena Keith smiled maturely: "Mr. Midun, thank you for today's invitation."

Mi Dun heard her accent, knew that she was British, and felt close to her.

"Miss Keith, you're being polite. Mr. Chao Haiguang said before that your recent art exhibition went very well. It seems that Miss Keith's skills have improved."

"Just call me Zena." The West is not too humble, and Zena Keith said generously: "Yes, this is thanks to the guidance of a person. That person's painting talent and attainments are very high. Yes Yes, Mr. Midun, his name is Ethan Zhao, I wonder if you agree?"

She asked insincerely, trying to hide her emotions as much as possible.

Ethan Zhao?
Mi Dun had never heard of it.

He knew Zhao Chuanxin.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know him. From the name, he looks like a Chinese?"

Zena Keith breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Zhao Sang did not lie to her, maybe he really sneaked in.

But with his status, even though he is bankrupt now, it is not surprising that he knows a few people from high society.

"Yes, he is Chinese." Zena Keith nodded. "There are very few Chinese who have such a thorough understanding of Western art. If there is a chance, I will introduce him to you..."

Li Zining, who was listening next to her, rubbed her cheeks that were no longer painful but hot.I thought that there must be some dirty relationship between this foreign woman and that nasty Zhao Chuanxin.

Otherwise, why did she always inquire about Zhao Chuanxin?

As a man, Mi Dun may not understand it carelessly, but as a woman, she can see some clues from the clues on Zena Keith's expression every time he talks about Zhao Chuanxin.

Through the conversation, she also learned that Zena Keith has a Japanese husband and is here today.

Then this kind of relationship is even more dirty!

At this moment, a burly white man in a suit and leather shoes came to Li Zining's side.

"hello."

"Hello."

Li Zining glanced at him, and replied indifferently.

"Introduce yourself," the man said. "My humble Edgar Lee, Lieutenant Commander of the United States Navy."

Before doing it, Li Zining was still very willing to communicate, after all, Lieutenant Commander is also a well-deserved title.

But today, after being whipped by Zhao Chuanxin, and listening to this person's self-introduction, she was inexplicably irritable: "Okay, I see."

What?
You knew already?

This person is a little confused.

He continued to say: "That tall man came with the Lugang Town Charity Association, the one who was not very polite to you, his name is Zhao, right?"

Li Zining was suddenly vigilant: "Why are you asking this?"

Her brother Li Ziyu once told her about the American spy agencies.

During the American Revolutionary War, there was already an intelligence agency called Moulton.

However, after the victory of the War of Independence, the U.S. government began to pay little attention to foreign intelligence work, and even closed the "black room" engaged in code-breaking.

Today, the intelligence work of the United States has long been in chaos. It is jointly managed by multiple departments such as the state affairs, the army, and the navy. Much intelligence has become repetitive, trivial, and inefficient.

Many of the U.S. Navy who came to China,

In fact, in a way, they are all spies.

But Zhao Chuanxin's identity was too sensitive, Li Zining immediately became vigilant when he saw this person inquiring about Zhao Chuanxin.

She is not an ignorant market woman, and she is not easily fooled.

When the major heard this, he showed a harmless smile: "You misunderstood, I actually have something to ask him, and I want you to match him up. I just want to get to know him first. If it works, I won't let you help for nothing. That's not the way to be friends."

This is trying to bribe Li Zining with money.

Many courtesans are also brokers.

The circulation of information is actually a currency.

The major gave you an understanding look.

Li Zining gave him a cold look: "I will not accompany you!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, and went to find Li Ziyu.

She believed that this man was definitely not a lieutenant commander.

At this time, Britain and the United States were not in harmony because of Japan.

She even suspected that this person sneaked in to spy on information.What Zhao Chuanxin did in the United States is enough to make Americans hate him.

So, he quietly told Li Ziyu about this matter.

Sure enough, seeing Li Zining leaving indifferently, the man looked a little flustered, turned and left the banquet hall.

Li Ziyu searched around, but couldn't find Zhao Chuanxin, so she went to Li Guangzong to make a small report.

Seeing his anxious expression, Li Guangzong comforted him and said, "You don't know sir, it's all right, let alone one American spy, even if there are a hundred of them, there will be no return."

"..."

Are you so confident?

Zhao Chuanxin is indeed very confident.

As a man, you can have no money and no power, but you can't have the first two without self-confidence.

He has left the Island Hotel.

Walking on the Linhai Street, the sea breeze is blowing, and the noise of the traffic is less, which is quite enjoyable.

A short man with a thick beard and curly hair, carrying a musical instrument, went in and out of restaurants and bars on the street one by one, and was chased out again and again.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

"Hey, are you carrying a guitar?"

The man replied in broken English, "Yes, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin became interested.

At this time in China, it is almost impossible to see a guitar.

Even when he was in America, he had never seen anyone play guitar.

The history of guitar development is very tortuous. In the middle of the nineteenth century, due to the emergence of a group of famous masters of piano and violin instruments, the guitar entered the low ebb of music history.

The Segovia era of the guitar has not yet come, and the glory of the past has come to an end, and it is time for the guitar to suffer from the cold.

That is, the Spaniards play the guitar the most.

Looking at the features of the man in front of him, he should be a Spaniard.

"Sell me the guitar."

"Huh? That won't work, I need it, I live on it."

The Spaniard said a little nervously when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was tall and burly.

"How much did you pay for it?"

"It's very expensive, sir. It costs 30 yuan to buy a guitar!"

Musical instruments have always been expensive, even in later generations.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two stacks of silver dollars: "There are almost 40 here, sell them to me."

"It's not about the money."

"50 yuan, this is the final price, if I don't sell it, I will leave."

"make a deal!"

Zhao Chuanxin took the guitar, plucked it twice, and there was a sound.

As for the tone, he didn't understand it at all.

But he can play only one and a half songs.He memorized it by rote at the beginning, and the girl who taught him happened to use the classical guitar.

The Spaniard handed over the guitar, thanked him and ran away happily.

Zhao Chuanxin took a walk on the seaside with his guitar, and arrived at the boat house after a while.

The sea reflects the stars, and the dew condenses the moonlight.

In the night, he saw the fisherman girl sitting on the bow, staring blankly at his boat house.

When Zhao Chuanxin's footsteps landed on the boat, there was a lot of movement.

The fisherman's girl turned her head, and said with some surprise in her tone, "Are you back?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "What are you doing?"

"I'll watch the boat for you. There are a lot of thieves during this time."

The little girl is so real.

These small boats go out of the port every day to fish for seafood. Although they don't go far, they berth in different places every time they come back.

But the houseboat of the little girl's house always leans on Zhao Chuanxin's side.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found that there were only two lonely boats on this side tonight.

No wonder the little girl is guarding here.

He sat down on the side of the boat.

The little girl asked curiously, "What are you holding?"

"This? This is called a guitar, a Western musical instrument."

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin put the guitar horizontally, plucked the strings lightly, and searched for feelings and memories.

It took at least a few minutes for the fingers to go from being unfamiliar to proficient.

The little girl leaned on her chin with both hands and listened quietly, watching, she couldn't understand good or bad.

After finding some feeling, Zhao Chuanxin said:
No one is required to understand, let alone show mercy.Sympathy will not comfort me, but make me cry...

Then, stop.

The little girl waited for a long time, her big eyes flickering: "Why don't you sing, it sounds very good."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled "shyly": "I can play the beginning of this song."

When I first listened to this song, I thought the prefix was pretty good, but I was not interested in it later.

At this time, most people lack entertainment, listening to operas, or listening to music on the fence, which must be done by people from wealthy families.

Poor people do their homework and gossip about certain people, which is probably entertainment.

When Zhao Chuanxin played the guitar and sang, a houseboat approached him actively, and several fishermen moored nearby, all gathered around the side of the boat and looked at it.

"Sing one more!"

"Good singing."

When one person clamors, the others chime in.

They are too idle.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and blinked at the little girl: "Do you still want to hear it?"

The fisherman's girl nodded, and her braids flicked accordingly.

He plucked the strings again, this time with a softer tempo, and he played the same prelude twice.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Listening to the music at this time, it's all drama, where have you ever heard this played by Zhao Chuanxin?

The bell sounded the signal to return home, and in his life, there seemed to be a bit of embarrassment.

The meaning of yellow skin to him is to devote his whole life, in the struggle of skin color...

After Zhao Chuanxin's magical reform of the lyrics, it is quite appropriate in this era.

In the distance, a group of people walked in groups, as if taking a walk after a meal.

They were also attracted by the singing and approached slowly...

　1907 was just the beginning.All the highlights are still behind, I don’t know why some people say that I can’t write any more.

　　Occasionally there are chapters that go in, just find a way to modify and release them.

　　Let's put it this way, without 400-500 million words, the outline can't be finished.

　　If you have a ticket, you can hold a ticket venue, if you don't have a ticket, you can hold a personal venue.

　　Thank you all for your support along the way, which keeps me motivated.With achievements, the author can easily stick to it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)