mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 483 Light Cavalry Skeleton Combat Team
With one word from Zhao Chuanxin, it was easy to break Da Luo's defense.

Zhao Chuanxin was not sure whether Da Luo was threatening or serious.He also has to test it according to his own personality.

He heard the voice of Da Luo taking a deep breath: "Zhao Chuanxin, tell me what you want?"

"Didn't the newspapers say it all?" Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "I want New York to eliminate the atmosphere of discrimination."

"I agree with your ideas, but I don't agree with your actions." At this time, white Westerners feel superior in their bones.

Da Luo is no exception.

Just like in ancient times, Chinese people also felt that they were superior to the whole world, and the capital was the economic and cultural center of the world.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "In your history, Lincoln has agreed with my approach."

Clinker, Da Luo said: "You are so naive, you really think Lincoln is doing it for black..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed out loud, "Keep talking."

"In short, the United States in a hundred years will definitely not be what it is now, why not be patient?"

What will happen to me a hundred years from now?

Think I'm really fucking worried about you Americans?

Zhao Chuanxin hugged the landline, sat on the bed, crossed one leg, held the microphone between his ears and shoulders, and wiped the toner on his beard with both hands: "When you are sitting in the corridor filled with the fragrance of oregano and roses, when you Listening comfortably to the children's choir singing Gregorian hymns, do you know how I feel? I go to the restaurant, let me sit in the corner; I go to the train, let me sit in the front; I take the tram, let me sit in the back ;I stay here and don't give me a top-level suite. It's almost impossible to move an inch. I'm so short-tempered, can I bear this? If you want to change me, why don't you change them. "

The toner is a plant-extracted substance, which is a bit sticky. Zhao Chuanxin seems to smell aloe vera.

Da Luo was silent.

After a while, he said, "Don't forget, you still have a big manor. I can raze it to the ground."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, which made him sure of one thing, so it didn't matter: "You go, I think the white house is more grand than the manor, it's a big deal to move."

Zhuo... Da Luo's air trembled coldly.

Are you fucking going to turn the world upside down?
You want to capture the White House?

But if you think about it carefully, with Zhao Chuanxin's virtue, no matter whether he can do it or not, he is really capable of doing such a thing.

Da Luo suppressed his anger: "I will tell George Bruce McClellan to let him post a message to stop the atmosphere in New York."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe it, it was just a verbal warning from the mayor of New York, what effect would it have.

Better come by yourself.

He didn't want to waste his words, and suddenly asked: "Where's Edie? I really miss the smell of benzoin on her body, accompanied by the autumn rain, it was an unforgettable time..."

"Shut up!" Da Luo was furious: "Damn Faker, only I can call Edie..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear to the abuse, and continued: "Say hello to her, just say that I miss those black ridges with furry edges, miss those jagged treetops, secretly like the mature charm of those seasons ..."

boom!
Da Luo hung up the phone.

The chest was heaving and uneven: "Damn Faker, Xie Te, Shan Nie Wuer Bichi..."

Edith Roosevelt had returned to Washington.

Just as soon as he entered the room, he heard Da Luo's chattering curses.

She hastened to persuade: "Theodore, don't get angry, who made you angry?"

When Da Luo saw his wife, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Edie, did any strange things happen when you were in New York?"

Edith Roosevelt was puzzled: "Yes, I was attacked, it was Rockefeller, you all know that."

"Um, what about the others?"

Edith Roosevelt hesitated, and of course there was the entangled relationship between Wilhelmina and Zhao Chuanxin, she even heard it from the next door...

But it's best not to let Da Luo know about this kind of thing.

Seeing her hesitating, Da Luo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

But Zhao Chuanxin is very comfortable.

His final judgment was that Da Luo would not be serious.

It is not yet Da Luo's bottom line.

The reason is precisely Da Luo's last sentence threatening to blow up the Ethan Manor.

People like them, what they do and what they say are all for the result, and they seldom use their emotions.

If they really want to deal with Zhao Chuanxin, they will keep silent. When Zhao Chuanxin finds out the clue, he must have been besieged by the army.

He came to the terrace, sat on a chair, folded his legs on the table, and watched the neon light of New York City blowing the cool night breeze gently.

Life is like a shoe that grinds your feet, and that grain of sand will never be poured out.

There is always unfinished business.

Compared with the scene that Zhao Chuanxin wanted 24 years later, it is very insignificant now.

A little episode, without reducing its sincerity.

……

When Zhao Chuanxin was blowing the evening breeze, Hong Kong Island, Xuantianzong headquarters.

Model worker Li Guangzong got up early to work.

A letter from the mailroom asked him to answer the phone.

It was Sun Gongwu calling.

Sun Gongwu said with a smile: "The matter has been found out."

Li Guangzong frowned: "Where is the source?"

"It's the weapon we bought..."

"..." Li Guangzong didn't know what to say.

From the beginning of the 19th century, the Tongzhi in Macau told the Portuguese leaders in Macau that there were repeated orders not to buy or sell contraband. In fact, they were talking about gunpowder and weapons.

Since then, the Qing government has said: "There is communication and trafficking among traitors."

In 1845, Portugal unilaterally declared Macau a free port.

The so-called free port means that the Qing government cannot control it.

This is because of the Opium War, when Britain gained power and the Qing court weakened, Portugal couldn't wait to stand up and jump.

In 1887, China and Portugal signed a treaty, and Portugal completely occupied the island.

The piracy of the Westerners is an ancestral craft. In modern times, they have not left behind this kind of business, and the smuggling trade has never stopped.

As for weapons, there are many buyers, not only Sun Gongwu's people, but also other gangsters, because their demand is relatively large, and the prices of weapons and ammunition have been raised repeatedly.

According to Li Guangzong's understanding, the fast grab for 7 yuan on Hong Kong Island can easily cost 20 yuan when shipped to the mainland, and the price has increased by more than [-] yuan.

The recent frequent movement of arms smuggling boats has something to do with Sun Gongwu and his constant actions this year.

Sun Gongwu explained clearly and said: "Mr. Li, the truth is like this, you don't have to worry about it."

Li Guangzong still frowned: "I'm worried, not only that."

"Huh? Then what else?"

Li Guangzong said: "Earlier this year, a British merchant ship was robbed and a British doctor died. At that time, the Qing court was frightened by the British power and wanted to hand over the arrest power of Guangdong and Liangjiang to the British. Fortunately, the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi Zhang Renjun, the Minister of Nanyang, intervened to get this power back. But the British surveyed the waters of Huizhou many times. The Japanese ships passed without hindrance, and we don’t know whether they carried soldiers or weapons on them.”

"Don't worry about it." Sun Gongwu felt that Li Guangzong was worrying unfoundedly. "I know about this. However, that Zhang Renjun is indeed an outstanding man. I heard that after he wanted to return the power of arrest, the Governor of Hong Kong Island, Lu Ji, made a special trip to meet Zhang Renjun, and the governor's wife also visited Mrs. Zhang Renjun, and they all treated him with courtesy. I heard that Cantonese People think that China has such a decent diplomacy."

"..." Li Guangzong was speechless: "I just want to know, how humble and such a shitty thing can make people proud of it?
The governor of the British, who dare not fart in front of the gentleman, calling him here is not much more difficult than calling a dog. "

Mi Dun was like this in the past, and Luji is even more so now.

Sun Gongwu choked and coughed twice: "In any case, this is also a diplomatic victory."

Li Guangzong didn't want to talk about these useless things.

What a shitty governor, even if Mr. Li Guangzong is not here, Lu Ji will give him a little face when Li Guangzong speaks.

He said: "My worries are not groundless. I have heard that the Japanese have built a secret force called Hussar Skeleton Squadron in order to deal with Mr. Tianzong is not good."

Light Cavalry Skeleton Squad.

No matter how he heard this name, Li Guangzong felt that he was targeting Zhao Chuanxin and the insurance team in Lugang Town.

Why?

The insurance team is mainly light cavalry.

And who knows, Zhao Chuanxin often rampages wearing a skull mask?

"There is such a thing?" Sun Gongwu was taken aback: "But come to think of it, you are not afraid of them, are you?"

The image of the insurance team in Sun Gongwu's heart is very high.

Li Guangzong breathed a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "It is said that this time is different. This combat team has the background of the Japanese imperial family and is small in scale. It is composed of all the elite and experienced officers in the army. All are in line with the standards of the Lugang Township Insurance Team.”

Sun Gongwu was speechless.

Is it the same as the insurance team?

Does that mean that money is not regarded as money?

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you these things, I'd better find a way to send someone to investigate."

Li Guangzong has already started raising funds and sent people to Macau to infiltrate.

……

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin got up and took back the paper pig.

He has one more thing to do today, so he can almost wrap up his trip to New York.

After washing up, he came to the dining room refreshed.

Even if a tragedy happened in the downstairs lobby last night, the residents here should eat and drink, and it will not be affected in the slightest.

This is New York.

When Zhao Chuanxin entered the restaurant, the waiter instinctively wanted to stop him, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.

"Stop, why don't you stop me?"

The St. Regis Hotel is a big hotel after all, and not everyone has seen Zhao Chuanxin, such as the waiter in front of him.

He hesitated a little: "Is sir alone?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded his head: "That's right, that's right, it's just one person."

The waiter didn't stop him, but instead he didn't enter, waiting for the waiter's next reaction.

Waiter: "Well, please come in."

Zhao Chuanxin reminded him: "Is there any process that hasn't gone through? Or something that hasn't been said? How uncomfortable it is to hold back."

"No, no, really no." The waiter said quickly.

"very good."

Zhao Chuanxin had a pleasant breakfast.

After dinner, he took a carriage to the port, changed to a ferry, and rushed to Ossining Town.

Carriage, train, carriage, plus the time of walking and waiting in the middle, shared almost 5 hours.

If the Azure Phantom Armor is still there, Zhao Chuanxin can shorten the time to less than 2 hours by traveling by water.

In fact, the smart gyroscope can also float on the water, even faster, but the river and the sea are too cold in winter, and the legs are freezing...

Zhao Chuanxin got out of the carriage and looked at his watch while walking towards Xinxin Prison.

The prison guard at the prison gate heard him muttering: "Shit, it's late for lunch."

Prison guard: "..."

(End of this chapter)