mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 854: It’s not yours, why are you yelling?
After Zhao Chuanxin left Liu Jinzao 3,100 big eyeball gold coins, he took away the copper eye and prepared to go home.

Bronze eyes No. 1-12, from south to north, from east to west.

At this point, his territory has taken initial shape.

Liu Jinzao watched in amazement as Zhao Chuanxin put away the silk with every gesture.

"Mr. Zhao, Liu has no ill intentions." He felt the need to explain further: "Foreigners are very hateful and wantonly occupy land. We have no choice but to take this step. It is not out of selfish motives."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "In the future, if you have no selfish intentions, please tell me directly. As the saying goes - a gentleman can be deceived. Obviously I am that kind of gentleman. But you dare to plot against me again? , I guarantee that your wealth will be severely reduced."

"..."

Liu Jinzao hesitated to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses and waved his hand: "Let's go."

He originally wanted to go back to Lubin Mansion directly, but Xingyue strongly requested to go to the Morrison Library in the capital for a day first.

"You feel wrong." Zhao Chuanxin patted Morrison on the shoulder: "The world has misunderstood me too much. I am actually an easy-going person."

However, Yuan Weiting gritted his teeth and thought that he must not go to Zhao Chuanxin until the knife was placed on his neck.

After Zhao Chuanxin ate and drank, he went back to the library, crossed his legs and took out the "Code of the Old Gods".

He thought he had been robbed, so he hurriedly went to the bedroom to get the gun. When he arrived at the library, he saw Zhao Chuanxin's writing.

Yuan Weiting remembered that the chief steward had said that if it didn't work, he would flee north to Lubin Mansion and ask Zhao Chuanxin for protection.

Zhao Chuanxin teleported to eye No. 4.

When night fell, Morrison came back and the door was locked. After entering the hospital, he found that the lights in the library were on.

Morrison looked up and down and felt that the clothes were very strange, neither Chinese nor foreign, but they fit perfectly on Zhao Chuanxin.

Morrison said: "I always feel like you want to kill me."

A new issue of "The Mage in the Late Qing Dynasty" will be released soon.

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng has already announced that he will establish a imperial guard.

It's none other than the famous Mao suit, but without lapels.

Zhao Chuanxin is an example of using 20% ​​energy to cultivate 80% hobbies.

Morrison: "..."

Five black dragon shell polished striped buttons on the stand collar, placket, and front placket, four patch pockets, and three cufflinks.

After Cixi's death, Yuan Weiting wore heavy mourning and hugged Cixi's legs. He was even sadder than his mother's death: "Old Buddha, why did you just leave? How could you leave the Qing Dynasty and its 4 million subjects and leave on your own?" Already?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately put it on and gave it a try.

"Hey, how can I be so handsome? Can I leave a way for other men to survive? It's really unknown."

……

Morrison was not at home, so he entered the library on his own. Xingyue controlled the black puppet craftsman to wander among the bookshelves.

A sensible person should know what to do.

Zhao Chuanxin has a tall and straight body, well-developed muscles, and is full of strength. His neck is thick and long, his face is tough and thin, and he wears a Chinese tunic suit to maximize his figure advantage.

The only fly in the ointment is that his face lacks heroism and righteousness, but instead looks a bit sinister and murderous.

call……

However, he also thought about the fact that he had many children, all living together, and it seemed that Zhao Chuanxian had not yet married...

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng next to him gritted his teeth and looked at it, saying in his heart: You are paralyzed, you only cry for Cixi but not for Guangxu, just wait.

Xingyue reads, Zhao Chuanxin draws.

Morrison: "..."

……

The whole person is not well.

Fitted and strong, even without a mirror, Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was extremely handsome.

[The craftsman goes to the tailor shop to pick up the customized clothes. 】

Zhao Chuanxin instantly teleported the clothes.

When Morrison came in, I heard him saying this to himself.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out and said, "I'm back. Go prepare the food quickly. I'm starving."

One-armed Li Lianying also cried, not making much movement, her tears falling down, her eye circles were very red and swollen, she held a comb in her hand and muttered: "Lafayette, I have been combing your hair for a lifetime, let me serve you again. Just once.”

Morrison breathed a long sigh of relief.

He combed Cixi's hair into a bun with a yellow flag and put on a phoenix crown. He couldn't help feeling sad.

This was not only because the towering city wall could not stop Zhao Chuanxin, but also to send a signal to the officials that he was not worried about Yuan Weiting.

The fabric is thick but not hard and very strong.

Yuan Weiting was crying about his future, and he was thinking about a way out while crying.

Where do I start complaining?

He just came here under the guise of picking up a book to see if Zhao Chuanxin was still there.

He came into contact with some people in the court, who slandered Zhao Chuanxin behind his back and said he was a bad guy. Morrison wanted to know if Zhao Chuanxin showed up unexpectedly at his house, and whether he would go to the Forbidden City to piss someone off like he did last time. .

Obviously this time Zhao Chuanxin kept to himself.

It's just that when Morrison left the library, he occasionally caught a glimpse of a shadow passing behind a bookshelf. It was vaguely like a human, but vaguely not like a human.

But Morrison's impression of Zhao Chuanxin has changed from the mystery at the beginning to the fear now. He has no excuse to stay and can only leave.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin continued to open the "Old God Code".

[I'm worried that the Underground Lord will go to Rune City and even sneak attack on the safe haven of the vanguard partners. 】

[But obviously I was overthinking it. The Emperor of the Desert did not send his army of puppets into the sewers, and the Lord of the Underground did not come up, which made me more convinced of something. 】

At this time, Xingyue finally put down the Nth book and ran over to Zhao Chuanxin and said: You should live quietly for a few years and develop silently out of the sight of the world.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book for the time being and asked in confusion: "Why did you say this?"

The black puppet craftsman stared at him with four eyes without any emotion, and words appeared on his glasses: I spent three hours reading all the important science books here, and another two hours reading the humanities and social sciences, and found that between 1760 and 1840 In the past few years, the technological development of mankind on earth has made a leap forward. From 1860 to the present, it is another staged leap. According to calculations, in another twenty years, even you cannot guarantee that you will be able to escape unscathed from the battlefield.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked.

Xingyue summarized two historical concepts of later generations, but did not name them.

He said perfunctorily: "I'll try my best."

Just as he was about to continue reading, Xingyue said again: I know you know what the future war will be like, please tell me, I need to avoid risks for you.

Zhao Chuanxin was still a little touched. Only Xingyue, who would never betray and have no selfish intentions towards him, would be so loyal.

There will never be another one in the world.

At this time, he did not regard Xingyue as a tool, but spoke like a relative: "The future? In the near future, there will be a giant ship on the sea called an aircraft carrier. It is a combat base that can move around the sea. There will be an airstrip that allows planes to take off and control both the sea and the air. Aircraft will be very important in the future. Fighters and bombers will appear. Fighters carry a variety of ground, sea and air weapons..."

Zhao Chuanxin elaborated on it from multiple perspectives such as weapons, tactics, economy, and people's livelihood.

He even mentioned computers.

Time passed on Zhao Chuanxin's words, and half an hour flew by in the blink of an eye.

When he finished talking about drinking water, Xingyue said: If you retreat behind the scenes and only help secretly, the probability of you surviving to the 76st century safely is 28%. If you continue to behave as you do now, your probability of surviving into the twenty-first century is %.

"Impossible!" Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe it: "Many surviving veterans, their combat effectiveness is less than one-tenth of mine, but they are still able to survive. Even if there is survivor bias, there are many examples."

Xingyue said: A lucky veteran will probably not be on the edge of life and death more than ten times in his life, because the battlefield is also divided into three levels. But the number of times you appear in dangerous areas will probably be 100 to 500 times that of theirs. Overall, your probability of survival is much lower than that of a lucky veteran.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

After 48 seconds of silence, Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "If I survive, I will remember the time when I was like a tiger who could swallow thousands of miles with strength; if I don't survive, I will punish Qi Meng with his will to persevere."

Life and death are trivial matters.

Xingyue said: I am not afraid of death, but I think you want to live more. I can feel your desire to live into the twenty-first century, although in the end you will find that your time has passed by that time. You are a strong-minded person and I would like to request a survival plan for you.

Zhao Chuanxin's heart tightened when he heard it.

The feeling of depression does not come from death, but from Xingyue. In the 21st century, Zhao Chuanxin will find that his time has passed.

This sentence faintly touched the part of his heart that he least wanted to touch, giving him a critical hit of 10,000 points.

He said solemnly: "Then tell me, what is the survival plan?"

Xingyue said: 1. Ensure that the "Old God Code" is updated regularly every day.

2. Provide funds for Morrison to purchase the latest science books and latest information published in that month every month.

3. Purchase various books in Rune City based on 20% of the daily turnover of the Pioneer Partner Haven.

4. Before you forget, tell me everything you remember about the future, in detail, until you can no longer remember anything.

5. I will plan a warning line for the power of faith for you, so that you can promptly maintain the stock of the old sacred altar to absorb the power of faith.

6. I will make a training plan for you and make quantitative progress every day.

7. Don’t talk about death easily. If you die, I will also shut down with the death of the host.

Xingyue reminded Zhao Chuanxin of an AI that would later be called a certain P.

The calculation speed of Xingyue is much faster than that of certain P, and its logic is clearer, but like certain P, it needs to be fed with data.

Zhao Chuanxin said stubbornly: "Let's talk about it later."

Xingyue doesn't talk nonsense: OK.

Zhao Chuanxin, like all those who call for resignation every day but get perfect attendance every month, has a hard-spoken and honest body.

He first refreshed the "Code of the Old Gods", and the next morning, after leaving a letter and a bag of gold coins for buying books for Morrison on the library table, he teleported back to his mountainside hut by the Ergun River.

As soon as he came back, he saw a pair of furry eyes staring at him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, then fluttered his wings and flew away.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

It's the snowy owl.

……

Western grassland, Cullen.

Tao Ke Tao's head drooped and he was in low spirits.

Upon seeing this, Haishan persuaded him: "Don't be discouraged. Nothing can be accomplished overnight. When the eagle becomes old and weak, it will peck off its beak on the rock and starve to wait for rebirth. The same is true for people."

Tao Ketao said nonsense: "I heard that the Tsar is ready to use gentle methods to appease Zhao Chuanxin and will not give us any more money, food or quick guns. Zhao Chuanxin has already matured, what can we do?"

Haishan said: "Tsarist Russia has been coveting Kobdo for a long time. I want to go west to see if I can get chestnuts from the fire. You hold back for the time being, dismiss the team and wait for the opportunity."

Taoke Taohu sighed and said: "Waiting for the opportunity? Where is the opportunity?"

"No." There was light in Haishan's eyes: "The Queen Mother is dead, Zaifeng is incompetent, Longyu has no master, Yuan Xiangcheng is under suspicion, and chaos has emerged. Now is the time for Mongols all over the world to work together. It doesn't matter if you fail to make a contribution this time. We have to wait for an opportunity." Taoke Taohu was unwilling to accept: "Then shall I keep waiting?"

"When I asked Tsarist Russia to provide food, grass and weapons, I threatened them that if they didn't help, they would ask the Japanese for help. As it happened, the Tsar gave in and I want you to contact the Japanese and ask for weapons and money. Zhao Chuanxinzhi has Many Russian citizens, you will pretend to be a Five-winged Banner man to rob Russian people's money and sow discord between Lubin Mansion and Tsarist Russia..."

Taoke Taohu frowned at first when he heard about the Japanese. After all, he had killed many Japanese surveying and mapping personnel.

But after hearing what Haishan said, his eyes lit up.

The Japanese, the Russians, and Zhao Chuanxin are all not good people.

It's better to let them bite each other dog-eat-dog!

……

Japan, Tokyo, Chinese girls' school.

Nagaoka Isoko wore a thick kimono and walked out with small steps.

She deliberately separated herself from her classmates, walked out of the school gate alone, and looked around.

This is a girl with long eyebrows and thin eyes, and a graceful face. She is only 17 years old now.

In later generations, when she was only in high school, she was already married to another woman.

But what Nagaoka Isoko was looking at was not her husband, but a young man from China.

The young man's name is Sun Yanguang, a high-end garment businessman.

Sun Yanguang is very tall, 1.75 meters tall.

Fengshen is handsome, with a well-proportioned body, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and has a heroic aura about him.

There are many earthquakes in Japan. The last time Nagaoka Isoko returned to Miyagi Prefecture with her father, an earthquake occurred.

In this country, once there is an earthquake, someone will act like a monster.

Many women are raped during and after earthquakes.

This is true now and will remain true in future generations.

Isoko Nagaoka almost got hit in the rubble after the earthquake.

The hungry and wretched man had already knocked her down and started tearing off her clothes.

At this time, Sun Yanguang appeared in time, and with just one punch, the wretched man rolled his eyes and passed out.

Isoko Nagaoka wanted to thank Sun Yanguang, but Sun Yanguang didn't even leave his name. After the incident, he took off his clothes and went to hide his merits and fame.

As a result, Sun Yanguang opened a ready-made clothing shop near the Chinese girls' school, and he happened to be seen by Nagaoka Isoko after school. The two met again. Nagaoka Isoko was willing to call it fate.

She knew that Sun Yanguang liked to walk on this road every day when she was out of school.

"Mr. Sun."

Sun Yanguang raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth towards her.

This is a face that impresses women very much.

His hair is short on the sides and slightly longer on the top, with neat temples and full outlines.

His eyebrows are very dark and thick, the inner canthus of his eyes is just right, he has double eyelids, and his eyelashes are longer than those of women.

There is a mole on the bridge of his straight nose, and his jawline is smooth and soft.

You might say he is good-looking, but his face is full of heroism, even though his beard is cleanly shaved and dark green.

He wore a single-breasted cashmere chesterfield coat underneath a blue checkered suit, and his leather shoes were always polished and seemed to be wiped every day.

Young, wealthy, promising, sunny and humble.

Even though Nagaoka Isoko's husband is Asabuki Tsunekichi, the son of the famous Mitsui Group's Eiji Asabuki, he is also young, rich and handsome, but he seems to be somewhat inferior to the one in front of him.

"Sun Jun, we meet again."

Sun Yanguang suppressed his smug mentality and kept using the words of Naoko Yuxiang, the boss of the Lugang Town Insurance Team's intelligence team, to warn himself: Don't be complacent, don't be complacent. When you go out on a mission, it may be the opposite of your personality. wrong.

Sun Yanguang smiled humbly: "Hello, Ji Zi."

"Sun Jun, where are you going?"

Sun Yanguang really wanted to tell her to go to the noodle shop in front and eat five bowls of noodles, go to the back kitchen and ask for three cloves of garlic, drink up all the soup, pat her belly, and then go to Tokyo's famous custom area to let the short-legged girls there wash away their lead. Queen China, be happy.

Otherwise, the white face is as scary as a ghost.

But as he spoke, he said: "After I finish my work every day, I take a walk to clear my mind. This can increase my work efficiency."

Nagaoka Isoko smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Sun Jun is really smart."

Sun Yanguang's eyes are very special, with distinct whites and crystal clear eyes, which are often only seen in children.

He glanced at Nagaoka Isoko, and Nagaoka Isoko couldn't help but feel her heart beat.

Sun Yanguang said: "Since we have met, why not send you home? Tokyo is not at peace either."

Nagaoka Isoko was elated and bowed slightly: "Please, Mr. Sun."

As the two walked back, Sun Yanguang intentionally or unintentionally brought the topic to Nagaoka Isoko's husband. At first, Nagaoka Isoko thought about skipping this link, but she felt that Sun Yanguang just wanted to understand business matters. Just said a few things.

Sun Yanguang took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Eiji Asabuki is an amazing entrepreneur. I really want to meet him."

Eiji Asabuki, the Japanese who planned to blow up Zhao Chuanxin in Hankou, later fled back to Japan.

Nagaoka Isoko has been in a state of cerebral congestion, and she keeps thinking: Sun Jun smells very good.

She blurted out: "My uncle and aunt both live in Meguro Town and have a villa in Oda. They like the environment there and they don't go out much recently. They seem to be avoiding something."

Aunt probably means in-laws.

Sun Yanguang's heart was beating wildly.

found it.

He also blurted out: "Isoko, you are so kind."

Can it be bad?

His mission here is to find Eiji Asabuki and kill him.

Nagaoka Isoko blushed: "W-where is the best place?"

Sun Yanguang subconsciously wanted to take aim at Nagaoka Isoko's lower body, but he forcibly held back.

"It's getting late. Go back quickly. You're already home. It's time for me to go back."

Sun Yanguang turned his head ruthlessly.

This influential figure among the second generation of the Lugang Town Insurance Team, a leader on par with Wang Long, did not take the wealthy daughter in front of him seriously, who was full of Mary Sues.

Isoko Nagaoka stretched out her hands, but she couldn't say some words. She could only stamp her feet, hating that time passed too fast and that the road was too short.

……

Zhao Chuanxin did a lot of things, but he didn't actually leave for a few days.

So he came back quietly.

At this time, he was taking Erut General Manager Sheng Fu to Hulun City to select a location for the bank.

There are currently two banks to be built, one in Hulun City and one in Manzhouli.

By the way, Manzhouli is now officially renamed Lubinfu.

The name of the bank is not Lubin Bank, but Kwanwai Bank.

Shengfu didn't understand economics, but he had history to draw lessons from: "During the Xianfeng period, there was not enough copper, so the court cast iron coins, which were worth one coin, five coins, or ten coins. By the seventh year of Xianfeng, the people of Hailar regarded iron coins as for waste.

Later, the imperial court printed household banknotes and Qing Dynasty treasure banknotes. The bannermen everywhere did not want them, and the people naturally did not dare to ask for them, but the imperial court forced everyone to ask for them.

Banknotes from the Ministry of Revenue were called official bills at that time, and they were one, thirty, fifty, and fifty taels; Daqing treasure bills were called banknotes at that time, and they were five hundred, one thousand, one thousand and fifteen to one hundred thousand yuan...

At that time, the imperial court stipulated that one tael of silver could be exchanged for two thousand coins.

In the eleventh year of Xianfeng's reign, the official tickets had become waste paper. For a drop of money, you could only get fifty-three copper coins. The Ministry of Household Affairs did not accept the money, let alone the common people.

At that time, copper coins were scarce. A piece of ocean could be exchanged for 555 copper coins, but later it could only be exchanged for 522 copper coins.

On the contrary, there is nothing wrong with the money issued by the personal bank..."

Zhao Chuanxin listened carefully to Shengfu's ramble. Shengfu was worried about only two things:
First, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to issue banknotes. Shengfu believed that Lubin Mansion and even the entire Qing Dynasty were unable to control banknotes; secondly, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to make gold coins and even had the idea of ​​making copper coins. Shengfu felt that during the Xianfeng period, The currency crisis and the collapse of the currency market are a lesson learned from Lubin Mansion.

The meaning behind the words is - listen to my brother's advice, don't do this, you can't control it.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "What you said is very good."

No need to say it next time.

I print my own money, and as long as I don’t cheat, no one can interfere.

While he was talking, he saw a suitable location. It seemed that the plaque had just been removed and the store was going to redeem it.

The place is big enough and not far from the busiest commercial street. It would be a good idea to demolish and rebuild it.

There was a carriage parked at the door here, and the shopkeeper shouted: "Whose car is it? Whose car is this? Who the hell parked the car in front of our store?"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin immediately stepped forward: "What's going on?"

The shopkeeper thought that the real owner was here and shouted, "Did you see that our sign was taken down, so you thought you could park your car here casually?"

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his hands behind his back and held his head high: "Can't we stop this? Who made the rule?"

Next to him, Shengfu was stunned. He knew very well that this car had nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin.

The shopkeeper was furious: "Of course not, I have stipulated that this is in front of our house!"

"It's your family, what are you calling?" Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied.

The shopkeeper pointed at the carriage: "Move quickly."

"Don't move!"

"If you don't move, I will chop your carriage into pieces."

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "If you have the ability, just chop it."

The shopkeeper came back to the house aggressively, holding an ax and staring at Zhao Chuanxin: "Do you think I'm scaring you? I'll chop it for you to see."

"Cut it." Zhao Chuanxin said, "The car is not mine anyway."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Shengfu: "..."

Onlookers:"……"

It's not yours? It's not yours. What are you blabbering about?
At this moment, a man squeezed through the crowd: "I misunderstood, the car is mine, and I'm here to buy your shop..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked sideways, is this guy going to cut off his beard?
But I saw an acquaintance coming.

(End of this chapter)