mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 88
How can this be 90 silver dollars? It's packed with hundreds of dollars, right?
However, Zhao Chuanxin continued to hold onto it.

After a while, at least one-third of the silver dollars were missing from the box.

Seemingly realizing that the translator was watching, Zhao Chuanxin grinned at him and made a mouth shape, which was the word "stupid".

But the translation does not understand.

Even the onlookers felt that something was wrong.

The translator finally couldn't bear it, and murmured something in the Japanese officer's ear.

The Japanese officer suddenly turned his head.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin, who was always paying attention to the translation's response, had already got up and stopped taking it.

He raised the bag in his hand to the Japanese officer: "Okay, I'm full."

The officer looked at Zhao Chuanxin, then at the box, and his throat trembled suddenly from swallowing saliva.

What the hell.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Your Excellency, if you don't know how to speak, don't you count your words? You let me fill it up. Now that I'm full, you won't let me take it away, right? Believe me, old iron."

Japanese officer: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Chuanxin put the bag in his pocket and walked out.

At the same time, he raised his fist and shouted loudly: "Down with the Russians, drive the Russians away..."

The common people followed suit: "Down with the Russians!"

Seeing this, the Japanese military officer was too embarrassed to say anything more.

He watched Zhao Chuanxin swagger away.

The Japanese officer finally couldn't bear it anymore, pulled a Japanese soldier over, and whispered in his ear: "Hurry up, catch up with that man on horseback, he took away at least 2000 yuan, no, more than that..."

Hearing this, the Japanese soldier trembled all over.

I rub it, is it so awesome?
This can make him swagger away?
Must be chased back!
He hurried to get the horse, and after getting on the horse, he whipped like crazy.

After running for several miles, the horse was tired, but the man was still nowhere to be seen.

At this time, the Japanese soldier suddenly felt something, turned his head to look, and saw the man riding on the hill smiling at him.

He frowned, and just about to take the gun, the man raised the gun one step ahead of him.

boom!
The little Japanese soldier fell!

Zhao Chuanxin went down the mountain, scraped away his knives, guns and ammunition, and walked away.

Along the Binhai Road, Xingyue walks slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin happily hummed the song: "Johnny boy Johnny boy, We're bound for stormy weather. Johnny boy Johnny boy, Better wish your lads farewell.
Somewhere out far away, We're sailing on together..."

Can you be unhappy if you have thousands of oceans in your pocket technology?
Is it such an easy money to exchange for a few broken cavalry knives?As long as the Russians give them a chance, they will have as much as they want.

He remembered the lines of that sketch: go back and change a stretcher, and continue to sell him in the coming year.

Go back and confiscate some epaulets or something, and continue to exchange for a few thousand silver dollars later.

happy.

But some people feel emotional ups and downs after listening to this song.

This person is called Si Deide, and he works as the study secretary in the General Taxation Department of Beijing Customs.He likes traveling the most, taking pictures everywhere with a camera, usually one series after another.

After the Russo-Japanese War started, he wanted to visit the three eastern provinces.

In the case of ensuring his own safety and security, he finally got what he wanted.

He was about to visit the back of the battlefield in Japan. On the way, he heard someone singing in a language he was familiar with, so he couldn't help but listen carefully.

Especially after hearing the phrase "Johnny say goodbye", a kind of nostalgia for leaving home instantly permeated.

Isn't this song written for people like him who are struggling far away from home for their ideals and aspirations?

This man understands me.

Sidd thought so.

It can be seen that the singer turned out to be a Chinese.

This Chinese was different from most of the Chinese he had seen. He was tall, with a strange hat on his head, slightly refined glasses, a shirt and a waistcoat covered with ammunition.

This person is very handsome, with a free and easy atmosphere on his body.

He couldn't help saying hello: "Hello, this song is very good."

Zhao Chuanxin took off his hat and gave him a slight salute.

Just when Siddell felt that this person was very polite, he heard him say: "How nice? Are you very moved? Since you are so moved, why don't you give me your four-wheeled carriage."

Siddell: "..."

Do I know you well?

"What's wrong? No? Why are you so picky?"

Siddell: "..."

He hurriedly said: "This car is not mine, but I rented it."

The driver seemed to be a Russian.

The four-wheeled carriage is not the first in the West, but the four-wheeled carriage that can turn is a Western patent.In China, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't buy it even if he wanted to, and he really wanted it when he saw it.

So his eyes rolled, and he immediately took out his gun: "Robbery!"

Siddell: "..."

The Russian driver was taken aback for a moment, and was about to take his gun immediately.In fact, his gun was at his feet.

Boom!

The Russian man clutched his two broken fingers, howling miserably.

"Get out of the car, immediately!"

Seeing that the opponent's marksmanship is superb, Sidade quickly raised his hands and got out of the car obediently.

Generally speaking, Chinese people are groveling when they see a foreigner. Even if they encounter a gangster with a beard, as long as they reveal their identity as an American, they generally dare not do anything to him.

But this person in front of you doesn't reason with you at all, and just does it directly.

"Calm down, calm down!"

In a hurry, Sidade began to master English.

Zhao Chuanxin's English is not bad, and he can understand some simple words.But if you want to talk, that's okay.

He said, "Speak Chinese."

"Chinese, take whatever you want. My name is Sidade, and I am the acting secretary of the US Customs General Taxation Department. Killing me will not do you any good."

Xin said that if he had known it was so dangerous, he would not have come to the Northeast.

Zhao Chuanxin really knows this person, and he will be the US Consul General in Fengtian in the future.

But so what?

Zhao Chuanxin blew on the barrel of the gun, turned the revolver around between his fingers, and quickly put it back into the holster: "Mr. Secretary, don't be afraid, I think everything should be better. For example, it is not good to kill you , but there is no harm!"

Siddell: "..."

There is a suffocating rush!
Steed added: "Chinese, I don't think you can be blinded by money and material things. After all, I am an American citizen. You will have to pay the price if you kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Hehe, the only thing that can blind my reason is money and material things."

Stead continued: "Rooting is wrong. Robbery cannot make you rich. Temporary robbery can only bring temporary pleasure."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised and said: "Huh? That's not what you said when the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China. As the saying goes, it's fun to rob for a while, and it's fun to rob all the time. I still have to learn from you."

Sidde finally broke down: "What on earth do you want? Do you have to kill me?"

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "I don't have to kill you, but I will definitely kill you."

Steid: "I surrender, and I am willing to hand over all my wealth."

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted cheerfully, took out the rope, first took away the pistol on Si Daide's body, then tied it up for him, and tied it to a big tree by the roadside.

After that, he cut another piece of wood and wrote with a pen: Yankee Steed is here for a visit!
After thinking about it, he wrote a line of small characters below with a pen: Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand——Cheng Kun!
　I wish you all a Happy New Year!

　　It's Chinese New Year, be happy, let's post ten chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)