mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 415 Chen Yigeng Must Die
It was very bright the next morning.

The rain had stopped, but Manhattan was shrouded in fog.

There were policemen watching with binoculars.

"Shet, the son of a bitch, he drenched us in the rain all night and now he's brushing his teeth."

Yes, Zhao Chuanxin rushed back last night.

He washed up in the hospital, brushed his teeth with the skull mask off in the morning, and was still well protected.

But a group of policemen, even though they were wearing raincoats, were still soaked like eggplants beaten by frost, and they dared not relax like their second grandchildren.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and rinsed his mouth, looking at the sky surrounded by clouds and fog, he felt that it would never rain again.

A clear sky is a good sign, because Manhattan's cops are drawn here, and there's going to be trouble outside.

He even took out the stove, lit a charcoal fire to boil water, fried eggs for himself, and sandwiched beef with slices of bread to satisfy his hunger.

The police outside looked at each other.

"Fuck, are we going to surround this homeless man like this?"

Isn't that how homeless people live?
"Don't worry, the police superintendent has already applied for the use of heavy machine guns. It is said that the New York Assembly had no time to pay attention to this place yesterday when discussing municipal bonds. But as long as the superiors allow it, Chen Yigeng will die!"

"Yes, the police can lose face, but Chen Yigeng must die!"

And here come the reporters again.

Finding that the matter hadn't been resolved yet, this group of reporters was in a frenzy.

"Let's go in."

If Gerald Stanley hadn't sneaked in yesterday, the superintendent would never have released him.

But now a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so it doesn't matter.

The superintendent waved his hand away.

Gerald Stanley became the representative of journalists in New York City, because he was the least afraid of death and had the best friendship with "Chen Yigeng".

After Gerald Stanley brought reporters from various newspapers closer, he found Zhao Chuanxin dancing?Or how to practice kung fu?
"Chen, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't speak, because his breath would be messy when he opened his mouth.

He slowly stood on his head with one hand, bent his legs back, then folded them together, and swayed to the left side.When you're done, switch hands and swing the leg to the other side...

A group of reporters stared blankly.

Someone murmured, "Is this fucking human?"

Zhao Chuanxin propped up his body with one hand, and his body bent sideways into a "V".

To do this needs to be done very slowly, and the muscles will never tremble due to exertion, so as not to hurt the joints.

Zhao Chuanxin is also trying for the first time.

After practicing a set, Zhao Chuanxin adjusted his breath and said, "I'm practicing!"

"What skill?"

"China has magical powers!"

"Oh, what kind of work?"

"It's just that China has magical powers!"

"..."

"New York World" reporter Gerald Stanley said: "Chen, don't you know that in addition to more than 600 policemen in the first precinct, at least 1000 people gathered outside. There are also countless spectators. You Are you not afraid?"

"Hey!" Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "What's the use of being afraid? Do I, a victim at the bottom of society, have the right to speak? Fortunately, you uncrowned kings have not been bought by the New York Police Department, otherwise I If Dou E is wronged, there will be no one to rehabilitate her."

As he spoke, he watched carefully.

It was found that two reporters had unnatural expressions.

So I realized that the yamen in New York City had not completely given up on public opinion.

But it doesn't matter.

Gerald Stanley said earnestly: "Chen, I see that the police have already set up heavy machine guns outside, and they must be waiting for orders from their superiors. Because the police are all gathered here, criminals in many places in New York are ready to move without control .If I'm not mistaken, this incident has already alarmed the higher-ups, so you have to be careful."

After two days of interviews, the interview revealed friendship.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Thank you very much for your reminder."

All he was waiting for was chaos outside.

Gerald Stanley asked again: "So what are you going to do today?"

"Today is another day full of positive energy. I plan to fight to the end... No, I plan to fight corruption and evil forces to the end!"

Gerald Stanley coughed dryly: "Chen, think about it carefully. Is there anything you want to tell us today? Think about it carefully."

Gerald Stanley is not a fool, Zhao Chuanxin's words yesterday were too watery.

However, the newspaper that was urgently printed yesterday was sold out this morning and is even being reprinted.

What does this show?

There is something interesting about this matter, whether he is exaggerating or not, it is better to have a series of reports.

Zhao Chuanxin understood in seconds, blinked and said, "Yes, today I will tell you a shocking secret!"

Gerald Stanley and the reporters cheered up!
Zhao Chuanxin said sonorously and forcefully: "What I want to talk about today is the most original cause of the whole thing-the conspiracy of the Freemasonry..."

Marketing numbers are not for nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin first mentioned the Freemasonry, and then mentioned how amazing the identities of its members are, including who are its members at the gate of the yamen.

Then he began to orchestrate that the economic crisis was their conspiracy.

The industrial revolution and repeated wars were all controlled by them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Their purpose of provoking conflicts between races is to wipe out nine tenths of the earth's population. In the end, only less than 3 million people survived as elites. A group of idiots who engage in discrimination are willing to be It's really stupid for them to manipulate..."

The brains of many reporters are buzzing.

The point is, if Zhao Chuanxin read it from a book, they might think it was all nonsense.

But Zhao Chuanxin's various characters and detailed data are at his fingertips, and it doesn't sound like a fresh compilation at all.

The joke, the marketing account of others, has also evolved for many years.

Gerald Stanley's breathing became heavy: "Is what you said true?"

"Of course, I guarantee with Chen Yigeng's personality, if you lie, Chen Yigeng gave birth to a son without an ass hole..."

A reporter excitedly asked: "Chen, who else is their member?"

"And the Rockefeller and Morgan families, these people have bad intentions, you should tell the public to be careful of them."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even type the draft, and just poured dirty water over it.

Gerald Stanley rolled his eyes: "Chen, how can you prove your words?"

This made it difficult for Zhao Chuanxin.

He turned a few turns in his mind, and his eyes lit up: "Guys, just wait and see, something big is going to happen in October. And this big thing will be a farce directed and acted by Morgan himself. If I If it doesn’t come true, you will treat me as a fart!”

At this time, all kinds of prophets and magic sticks have appeared.

Gerald Stanley originally wanted Zhao Chuanxin to talk about it and predict something that would happen a few years later.

Anyway, after several years have passed, everyone has forgotten what happened today.

But Zhao Chuanxin was even more explosive, directly predicting what will happen next month.

You know, in a few days, September will pass.

"Very good!" Gerald Stanley stood up excitedly, fiddling with the camera: "Chen, I'll take a photo of you, and then I'll go back and prepare tomorrow's newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin also got up, patted his buttocks, took out his cigar and lit it, put on his cowboy hat, took out his sunglasses and put it on, and put the Lee Enfield rifle on his shoulder: "The pose is ready, you can shoot."

"..."

Click, click, click...

A bunch of cool photos were taken from various angles.

……

Meidong Hospital.

Chen Yigeng brought various newspapers to Situ Meitang to pass the time.

Chen Yigeng can also read and write, but he gets a headache when he sees densely packed tofu cubes.

So he didn't look at it at all.

Situ Meitang picked up the "New York World".

The most conspicuous place, the most eye-catching headline—shocked, the [-]st Precinct of the New York Police Department raised a white flag to criminals!

Situ Meitang had no choice but to read the news, it was too eye-catching.

The content is: On September 1907, 9, a shocking shootout took place between the Tenth and First Precincts of the New York Police Department.One side is the police, and the other side is a criminal named Chen Yigeng...

Situ Meitang shook his hand, and the newspaper fell to the ground.

Chen Yigeng hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and suddenly saw his name on the newspaper.

Out of curiosity, he picked it up and looked at it, his face turned black: "I'm Zhuo! Zhao Chuanxin cheated on me... Did the New York Police Department really raise the white flag? It's over, the New York police will never let me go, boss I want to change my name!"

Situ Meitang smiled wryly, and picked up another copy of "New York Morning Post".

The title is——New York fell yesterday. Why?

Dude, every title is getting scarier than the last.

He flipped through the other copies.

What is "distortion of human nature and moral decline", what is "the reason why tens of thousands of policemen in Manhattan collapsed", what is "please tell your family and friends immediately, otherwise you will die", what is "after reading this report, you will completely doubt life"...

Situ Meitang was convinced.

But the most eye-catching headlines in the newspaper must be related to Zhao Chuanxin and the first branch.

Some are biased towards Zhao Chuanxin, while others are slandering him.

The water is very muddy!
……

Mott Street.

Kang Youwei's family.

His youngest wife He Zhan picked up today's newspaper and read it to him.

Because Kang Youwei's English level is very average, it was because of communication needs in the past few years that stimulated him to learn a little bit.

Because there are many wives, many jokes are made because of this.

His daughter Kang Tongbi, when introducing Kang Youwei's wives to Westerners, would say that this is her mother, this is her mother sister.

Read "Ma Da" and "Ma Ze Shi Shi Da" respectively...

Kang Youwei was very distressed.

Usually reading newspapers is mostly done by He Zhan.

After He Zhan saw the contents of the newspaper, his face changed slightly: "Husband, is Zhao Chuanxin's alias Chen Yigeng right?"

Kang Youwei was taken aback: "Exactly, why do you ask this question?"

"He, he, he slandered the husband, slandered the Imperial Constitutional Council..."

Read the contents of the newspaper.

I boil!

The protagonist in it, even Kang Youwei himself felt hateful after hearing it.

Some are fictional, some are true.

Seven points are true and three points are false.

For example, it is fake to watch the widow take a bath, but it is true that he stole the antique.

What's more, Zhao Chuanxin tried his best to slander, saying that Kang You had many wives and concubines and many children, so the family relationship was chaotic, such as between his son-in-law and his concubine...

Cheating, stealing, cheating, whoring... All in all, the character of Kang Youwei in the newspaper is very inferior and outrageous.

He Zhan read it suspiciously while peeking at Kang Youwei.

This report made her doubt her life—is the person she admired really such a miserable hypocrite?

Kang Youwei could naturally sense the little wife's reaction, and his nose was almost crooked: "It's unreasonable, it's really unreasonable..."

Some people have scolded him in the newspapers before.

But when he was abroad, the media didn't care much about him.

But once this report is seen by overseas Chinese, the consequences will be disastrous.

……

When the reporter left, Zhao Chuanxin took out the sand from the secret realm and poured it on the ground.

Use mud trowel gloves to build low stone walls next to Maxim on both sides as shelters.

The stone walls are thick enough to withstand heavy machine gun bullets.

Only two very narrow angles and wonderful lookouts are left.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a carriage came from the New York Municipal Office.

Someone came with an order from the mayor of New York City, George Bruce McClellan: end this farce immediately...

The reporters who were waiting for the war on the periphery became excited: it's going to be a fight, it's going to be a fight...

(End of this chapter)