mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 720 How to give birth to such a bastard

Even if Lugang Town was not interested in the Qing court, even if there were progressives among the journalists present, and even if many Chinese overseas Chinese in Britain braved the rain to watch the entrance ceremony, they were disappointed with the Qing court.

However, at this time, the Yellow Dragon Flag of the Qing Dynasty represented a mountain and river and millions of compatriots.

No matter how bad the Qing Dynasty was, the Yellow Dragon Flag was still the symbol of the Kingdom of Middle-earth.

The Chinese reporters, led by Ying Hua, were very excited. When it was time to take pictures, some were inspired to write vigorously, and their faces were all flushed.

Teams from Finland, Ireland and the United States remained silent.

They just used rudeness to express their dissatisfaction and resistance, but others raised their flags in a grand and beautiful way.

Compared to the Chinese team, they are as naive as an unconvinced child.

Amid the uproar, countless people in the audience stood up.

Even those in white audiences who were internally discriminating against Asians applauded.

"Nice job!"

The staff of the British organizer looked quite ugly.

Since the flag is not raised, there must be a reason.

But the Chinese team was so slapped in the face that the sun never set on their face.

Miao Cuihua's incredibly beautiful face, plump figure, and her heroic actions just now attracted countless eyes.

Women are jealous, men are admiring.

In fact, there have long been self-righteous foreigners who have tried to get close to Miao Cuihua and Liu Jiahui.

It's just that there are a lot of villains from the insurance team, and they have never succeeded.

This time, two more British men came over.

"Madam, nice to meet you. Are you from China? To be honest, my brother and I fell in love with you at the same time. I was worried that this would affect our relationship, but because of our fascination with you, neither of us wanted to give up……"

When he spoke, he held his waist and looked arrogant, as if he was worthy of the smoke coming out of his ancestral graves to be favored by the British.

Wang Long was so furious that he clenched his fists and was about to hit someone.

Liu Baoguo had just led everyone to make a big fortune, and he was enjoying himself secretly, but he couldn't overturn it again at this time.

He hurriedly stopped Wang Long, stepped forward and pushed the two British guys, and said in the same tone as he was treating two naughty children: "Okay, okay, you two hurry up and go to the other side. The relationship between you brothers will be as good as ever. Because of your moral character, she doesn’t like any of you.”

Brit: "..."

Liu Guogui's faint pretentiousness made the two of them a little angry.

All in all, who is the biggest winner of today's opening ceremony?
It must be the Chinese team!

After the opening ceremony, Yinghua came over.

There was light in his eyes, and he stared at the people in the insurance team: "You all showed your talents today, which really opened our eyes. Therefore, today I and a group of colleagues will jointly entertain all the athletes!"

Yinghua is rich.

He single-handedly founded Ta Kung Pao and held the financial power of Ta Kung Pao. There is no doubt about the influence of "Ta Kung Pao". Even Yuan Datou once wanted to buy Yinghua with money, but Yinghua was unmoved and insisted on running the newspaper impartially. As a result, he gained the reputation of "Arrogant Grand Duke", so he was very popular in the newspaper industry. has great influence.

When Liu Guoguo heard this, he thought it was a good feeling, otherwise he would have rewarded the three armies in the evening, which would have saved money.

Why choose a French restaurant?
Because Chinese people are outside, it is not easy to book a restaurant to eat.

The "Ta Kung Pao" was originally funded by a group of French people such as Catholic Chai Tianchong, Bishop Fan Guoliang, French Minister Bo Wo, etc. Yinghua knew many influential French people.

That’s why we chose a French restaurant in London for dinner.

Yinghua, Liu Baogui, Samuel Goldberg and others sat at the same table.

The rest were scattered and sitting.

Wang Long, Liu Jiahui, Miao Cuihua, Zhang Daquan's younger brother and Tony's teacher Zhang Dazhu sat at the same table.

The waiter brought the rabbit meat.

There is a bit of yellow-green sauce next to the rabbit on the dinner plate.

When Miao Cuihua saw it, she felt it was a bit like mustard.

Zhao Chuanxin is a gourmet, a big eater, and Miao Cuihua is also well-informed.

Zhang Dazhu was not polite at all, he picked up the knife and cut a piece, dipped it in the yellow-green sauce on the side and stuffed it into his mouth.

Having been in London for so long, they are somewhat accustomed to all kinds of dark cuisine, but this is the first time they eat French food.

Zhang Dazhu took a bite and suddenly burst into tears while chewing.

Wang Long looked at it, frowned and asked: "The grown man is crying, what happened to you?"

Zhang Dazhu didn't have much in common with the honest and honest Zhang Daquan in personality, but rather resembled a languid fat man. He burst into tears and said, "I think of my father. He has never eaten such delicious French food."

Wang Long curled his lips in disdain, what the hell is there to cry about?

He also used a fork to fork a piece of rabbit meat, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, and then burst into tears along with Zhang Dazhu.

Liu Jiahui asked with concern: "Why are you crying too? Do you miss your father too?" Wang Long shook his head while crying: "No, I also miss Zhang Dazhu's father. Why did his father give birth to such a bastard like Zhang Dazhu? ?”

Miao Cuihua had just taken a sip of red wine when her head tilted and it sprayed onto the ground, causing her to choke and cough.

Liu Jiahui suspiciously dipped her fork into the sauce, and found that it was extremely spicy and hit her nose, and her nose began to feel sour.

But the amount was too small to make me cry.

She laughed: "This is mustard sauce. I didn't expect the French to eat this sauce like the Japanese. You are really bad, Dazhu."

She also had mustard sauce in Hong Kong Island.

Zhang Dazhu chuckled.

France actually started eating mustard very early. Later French mustard was not as spicy as Japanese mustard, but mainly sour and sweet.

But at this time, maybe it was because the sweet and sour mustard sauce had not yet been developed, or maybe it was imported directly from the Japanese, but it was very good.

There was laughter and laughter in the restaurant, cups were exchanged, and we had a great time eating.

Miao Cuihua didn't eat much. She looked at the patter of rain outside the glass window and the intermittent thin threads drawn out under the dim yellow street lights, and suddenly she missed someone.

And a certain person seemed to have discovered a new world and robbed foreign churches along the way because of his words.

Zhao Chuanxin and Bayar Bor'e were riding on their horses and saw a church by the road. Zhao Chuanxin said, "Wait here for a while. I'll be back soon."

Bayar Bor smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Are you going to rob foreigners again?"

"Old man, I'm not telling you, don't be so harsh. I call this a security surprise inspection. The church is a place where the gospel is spread. It is too dangerous to put so many guns and bullets. Zhao is determined to eliminate hidden dangers."

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted chatteringly, picked up the Miao knife and walked into the church.

People inside are worshiping.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming in, he couldn't help but turn around in shock.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Miao Dao and walked carelessly to the pulpit. He said to the priest: "I am a one-night-five priest. Now I declare that all the guns and ammunition in the church will be confiscated and used for our Japanese empire to invade beyond the Great Wall." .”

"Wha, what kind of man?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Are you fucking deaf? I am a Japanese samurai. I am a warrior five times a night. Stop talking nonsense and hand over your guns and ammunition quickly."

The priest was whipped and staggered back.

A cleric held a cross and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Five times a night, this is a church in Belgium. I suggest you not to act wild here!"

Zhao Chuanxin's nostrils turned upward: "Five times a night, I won't accept your suggestion!"

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin's Miao Dao was pinned behind his neck, with both hands resting on the blade.

At this moment, he suddenly pressed the sheath with his left hand and drew the knife with his right hand.

shuh...

A cavity of blood spurted out.

That clergyman's head moved.

The believers who were worshiping in the church screamed and ran like wolves when they saw this.

"Kill it, kill it..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and just looked at the priest.

The priest was horrified when he saw the headless body and the blood on the ground.

He was trembling, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

The tip of the knife with bloody beads pointed at the priest: "I, Five Times a Night, warn you again that our samurai of the Japanese Empire have limited patience, so please hand over your guns and ammunition as soon as possible."

The priest didn't dare to disobey him, so he quickly took him to find him.

There are twenty quick guns in total and some ammunition.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted the knife, and the sunlight coming in from the window reflected the cold light on the blade.

The priest was an old fox, and he immediately guessed that Zhao Chuanxin not only wanted a gun, but also wanted his life.

He hurriedly took out a wooden box from under the cabinet, which contained several pieces of gold and silver dollars: "Here they are, all of them, don't hurt me."

Zhao Chuanxin quickly returned the sword to its sheath, then took it with both hands, saying, "Oh, this is absolutely impossible. Haha, let me see if this gold is real or fake..."

"..."

Real money.

Zhao Chuanxin held the box and said, "Okay, our Fukushima Staff Officer Yasumasa said that if you give me money, I will spare your life."

The priest narrowed his eyes and remembered the name "Fukushima Yasumasa".

　When things get better, the update time will still be at [-]am. I’ve been too exhausted these past few days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)