mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 475 The United States Protests to the Qing Court

Ten of these things may not be enough to share with relatives and friends in Lugang Town, which is full of curiosity.

Zhao Chuanxin is mainly a toy for children.

Miao Cuihua frowned: "It's too expensive, isn't it appropriate for children to play with such expensive things?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Otherwise, exposing them to new things is much more important than money. Since there is no way to bring them abroad, then bring them back to increase their knowledge, otherwise it is easy to sit on the sidelines and become arrogant."

In Lugang Town today, the biggest problem is Yelang's arrogance.

I feel that the world's heroes are nothing more than this.

When Li Hongzhang went to New York on behalf of the Qing Dynasty, he came here with an awesome attitude, and then went back dejected and silent.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gap is really the difference between ancient and modern times.

In the 21st century, when Zhao Chuanxin was a child, he had never heard of or seen electric scooters, but they were already popular in Europe and the United States in the early [-]th century.

In addition, Zhao Chuanxin also bought a bunch of wind-up toys, model trains, etc...

All packed and hired vehicles back to North Tarrytown.

Zhao Chuanxin's secret realm is full of necessary supplies, and these things cannot be allowed to occupy space.

It's already afternoon.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his wrist to look at his watch and said, "Sister Hua, let's go eat."

He took Miao Cuihua to Stravinsky's restaurant.

This is a French restaurant.

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin went to high-end restaurants, he was usually accompanied by white people.

But this time is different.

As soon as I entered the door, I was stopped by the waiter: "Sir, Ma'am, please go to that area for dinner."

Zhao Chuanxin looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that it was an inconspicuous corner, isolated, and the decoration there seemed to be deliberately inferior.

Over there, there was a table of Asians and two well-dressed black men.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the normal area: "I want to eat here."

The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, that's impossible."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his five fingers: "I'll give you five seconds, think carefully before answering."

The waiter frowned and shouted inside: "Manager, please come here."

The lobby manager has a complete vest and shirt, his hair is combed meticulously, he is wearing a pair of glasses, and he is clean-shaven.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin, then at the waiter.

The waiter said, "This gentleman is going to eat here."

The manager understood, and he frowned: "Sir, that will disturb the guests here."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I still think they disturbed me, why don't you let them go to a corner to eat."

The manager frowned even deeper: "Sir, this is Stravinsky's restaurant, you must know that people who come here are either rich or expensive!"

Don't make trouble, you can't afford to make trouble and walk around.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Five seconds, you have five seconds to consider telling me again."

"Even for five hours, that's impossible..."

"time up!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption, held the end, and swung the thick head of the scepter up, making the scepter vigorous.

Side warehouse...

The manager's cheek was twisted and deformed, and a tooth was squeezed out, accompanied by saliva mixed with blood splashing.

Zhao Chuanxin turned back.

Side warehouse...

Two more teeth.

The waiter was shocked and instinctively wanted to help subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the scepter of redemption back, the body of the scepter slid in his palm, and the head of the scepter held it against the tiger's mouth, just like how the great ancestor Zhao Zhongyi used a big gun to kill the lock.

Due to inertia, the tail of the stick was stuck in the waiter's abdomen.

The waiter immediately bent his body into a prawn.

Holding the scepter of redemption with both hands, Zhao Chuanxin first kicked the fallen manager over to face up, and then slammed it down.

puff...

Blood splatters the door of Stravinsky's restaurant.

Eyeballs burst!

There was no sound in the restaurant.

The gate was firmly guarded by Zhao Chuanxin.

He pulled out the scepter of redemption and carefully wiped it clean on the back of the bent waiter.

The voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the audience: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, a Chinese. Dogs look at things that are inferior to people, and won't let me come in to eat. This is the end.

In the future, whenever there is a restaurant in New York that separates Chinese people from eating, I will prevent it from opening.

I heard that you all have heads and faces, are you arrogant and raise objections? "

As usual, when the word "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Then keep silent.

After waiting for a while, no one had the courage to stand up.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Since I don't speak, no one is allowed to leave until I finish this meal, otherwise I will be killed without mercy!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the waiter's hair and straightened his body: "Zhuo Nima, can I go in for dinner now?"

The waiter looked at him in fear: "Yes, sir, yes."

"Then you are paralyzed and still don't go to get the menu?"

"Go here, go here..."

Zhao Chuanxin took Miao Cuihua's fingers and sat in the best seat.

It doesn't matter whether there is a reservation here or not.

He snapped his fingers: "Prepare a dinner plate for my dog. The steak should be chopped, medium rare, no red wine. It should be paired with asparagus, no cream..."

Ganfan interrupted him: "Wow, woof..."

After listening to it, Zhao Chuanxin said, "The staple food is mashed potatoes, but it doesn't need bread."

People around were surprised to see that the dog sat on the ground after Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin saw them looking at this side silently, and said dissatisfiedly: "What the hell are you looking at? How can I eat if you look at me like this? Is there any law? Is there any law?"

"..."

Everyone turned their heads silently and tacitly, but no one moved their knives and forks again.

Miao Cuihua smiled wryly: "Take me back later, I'm too breathless."

"I'm sorry, Sister Hua." Zhao Chuanxin patted her hand: "Before, I wouldn't bring you out to see these nonsense things."

The implication is that now that you are my woman, it is best for you to take a look at my life and know the ins and outs of the name "Far East Butcher".

Miao Cuihua understood.

If it is someone else, the one with a small temper will always be the first choice of the Chinese people.

If you have a bad temper, you may turn your head and leave, and the most ruthless words you say are--Without Zhang Butcher, I still have to eat pigs with hair?

But she knew that Zhao Chuanxin, with his temper, would definitely slap him in the face on the spot.

She just wanted to say two words to these people: Damn, you deserve to die!If you don't die, whoever dies!

Miao Cuihua suddenly asked him: "Where do you plan to go after returning to China?"

Lugang Town will definitely not go back.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Take Benjamin around, this kid's head is a bit evil, and others are just fantasies. According to him, the things in his head are true to him, so he needs to see more. Many things are perfect. I want to complete the world in his head. Sister Hua, do you know that sometimes, one person can be worth a hundred thousand soldiers, this is true."

Everyone is brave for a while, but smart people have too much influence on the world structure.

This era is especially full of talents.

It's a pity, perhaps because of the deep-rooted culture of the Central Plains, for a long time, China's science subjects were not prosperous.

Even if a few outstanding figures emerge sporadically, they will be engulfed by the general trend and submerged in the tide of Confucianism.

Even in the Qing and Ming dynasties, most of the country was dominated by liberal arts students.There are very few science students.

Zhao Chuanxin not only wants to cultivate a great apprentice, but once he is cultivated, he must be firmly controlled, otherwise it is very likely that he will become an enemy.

The two talked in Chinese, chatting while eating, and occasionally interrupted while cooking.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin, Miao Cuihua and Ganfan went out.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the police again.

This time a sheriff was changed, but they were all so earnest: "Mr. Zhao, stop it, really, this matter has been reported to the city council hall, and they reported it to Washington. Don't make it big, Zhao Sir, I heard that Washington has made a transoceanic connection to communicate with the Qing Dynasty..."

Zhao Chuanxin tidied up the collar of his coat, wondering: "What are you communicating with the Qing Dynasty? Don't make trouble, it's getting late, and I'm going home."

The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief, the sun set just in time, and the plague god was about to return home.

……

The White House has indeed contacted the Qing court.

Forbidden City.

Cixi still lives in Chuxiu Palace, but Chuxiu Palace has been renovated.Because the last time he was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin, he was so full of holes that he couldn't lift the roof.

She met Prince Qing Aixinjueluo Yikuang here.

"What's the matter, so eager to see me? The rebellious party in the south is making trouble again?"

This year, the chaotic party has been doing things one after another. Although it has been wiped out many times, Cixi is very annoying.

She felt that those rebellious parties were like flies, which did not pose much threat to her, but they were very annoying.

The 69-year-old Aixinjueluo Yikuang is also very old, with a thin body and low energy, and his speech trembles: "No, it's not them. It is the United States that called the Foreign Affairs Department of the Military Aircraft Department and asked us to extradite Zhao Chuanxin."

Cixi's dizzy old eyes widened at once: "What do we care about? Besides, what does extradition mean?"

The handover of transnational criminals is called extradition, and they are sent back to their home countries for punishment.

Can the Qing court sentence Zhao Chuanxin?
Aixinjueluo Yikuang sighed: "Zhao Chuanxin scuttled an American battleship in New York."

Cixi had already heard the news, but she still found it incredible.

This scourge is no longer just about competing with people, but now even the huge steel machine is not spared.

"They asked us to get Zhao Chuanxin back because of this?"

Cixi asked in a deep voice.

Isn't this a joke, you can't do it, but I can do it?

Aixinjueluo Yikuang shook his head: "The United States caused disaster by embezzling its assets, and the bitter fruit should be swallowed. But they are so persistent because of future events."

"What's the matter?"

"Zhao Chuanxin forced the United States to amend the bill, and the United States also wanted to deport him. Although the two parties reconciled, the period was ten days. Within ten days, Zhao Chuanxin was killed or injured due to discrimination, and the camera responded. There were no less than a dozen people. The venues were convenient, including stations, restaurants, theaters, etc. The people of New York were in a state of panic, and because the police could not punish them, they had to consult with Zhao Chuanxin and Yan Xiang when they went to the scene. Then he called and asked me to extradite him back to China.”

Empress Dowager Cixi's mood is very complicated.

On the one hand, she somehow felt relieved?

Aren't your great powers awesome?

Now that the scourge of Zhao Chuanxin has gone, are you afraid?

But he was also angry with Zhao Chuanxin, you fucking cause trouble outside, and you can also bring trouble to the court, what a disaster!
Cixi frowned: "But what's the use of them calling us?"

Aixinjueluo Yikuang shook his head and laughed: "They said they were protesting against our release of Zhao Chuanxin, and asked us to take it seriously..."

(End of this chapter)