mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 944 From now on, my Chinese name will be Zhao Lingjun

Dutch merchants had some distinctive characteristics.

They seldom bring gifts to please anyone. When doing business, you should negotiate through negotiation instead of making empty promises.

But they also have the bad habit of having their own agenda among businessmen from all over the world in competition.

When Zhao Chuanxin revealed his intention to cooperate, they no longer delved into the topic.

Other matters should be communicated confidentially during private visits, otherwise business opportunities may be leaked.

Seeing that no one asked any questions, Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the carriage.

Edward VII, however, was very interested and stepped forward to hold Zhao Chuanxin's arm: "Zhao, I have a request. Please get in the carriage and give me a ride."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the carriage: "It's too crowded."

"..."

Okay, okay, Westerners don’t speak so directly.

Edward VII gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's ride to the port."

"Then get in the car."

Zhao Chuanxin was worried that the next cold would kill the old man.

Edward VII waves goodbye to the people of The Hague.

However, the people of The Hague, who had previously been indifferent to Zhao Chuanxin, except the King of England, also said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin, and their attitude made a 90-degree turn.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even bother to act, he got into the carriage with drooped eyelids and an indifferent attitude.

A man without desires is strong. I don't want to be a king's husband. You can do whatever you want.

I give advice on the affairs of state only for Wilhelmina's sake, that's all.

Everyone is cheap.

Zhao Chuanxin had this indifferent attitude from the beginning, but they got used to it and even made excuses for his words and deeds - only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve your goal.

Edward VII moved his body awkwardly, trying to give Zhao Chuanxin more space.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the contrary, was sitting there with his sword in hand, lighting a cigar.

Edward VII praised: "Zhao, you said it very well. I heard that you are a prefect in the Qing Dynasty. Why don't you come to Britain? I will find a way to transfer you to Parliament."

He felt that since Zhao Chuanxin was willing to be an official, it would definitely be better for him to be an official in the British Empire than in the backward Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin should agree.

It would be a great idea to recruit some talent for Britain before abdicating.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "No, I have social phobia, I am afraid of crowds, and there are too many people in the parliament meeting."

Who is Zhao Chuanxin? If you show him a cool novel, he will tell you that it is not cool either.

Who cares about you, MP?

"..." Edward VII saw that things were going nowhere, so he changed the subject: "Zhao, I heard that the White Star Line is about to build an Olympic-class cruise ship, and your company in the United States is recruiting the first batch of maiden voyage passengers to buy insurance. They won't pay for accidents, but they will protect your life. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "It's just like you said, life insurance for the maiden voyage."

Edward VII smiled bitterly: "Titanic is the largest and most luxurious passenger ship in the world, and is said to be unsinkable. The insurance premium you set is too expensive. I think it will damage your reputation."

What he meant was, what fool would buy it?

This insurance seems very casual, but in fact it is very perfunctory.

It's as if they never intended to let people buy it.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said perfunctorily, "Well, you are right. Good people will have a peaceful life. I will ask Thomas to double the insurance premium later."

"..."

Oil and salt are not allowed to enter, right?

Soon, the carriage arrived at the port.

Zhao Chuanxin and Edward VII got out of the car.

Before leaving, Edward VII asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, you will go to the address you gave me, right? If I go, it will break the bad luck on me, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin was ambiguous: "Well, there is nothing wrong with understanding it this way. Just do good things and don't worry about the future. Go ahead."

After sending Edward VII on board, Zhao Chuanxin rode back in the British Consulate's carriage.

On the way, he saw a performance going on in a tent.

Street art is popular in the Netherlands, and things like organ cars aren’t actually very attractive.

But the shed in front of him was now filled with onlookers.

Zhao Chuanxin thought of his daughter, Juliana, who must have liked such a lively scene, even though her eyesight was not good enough.

But then she remembered what Wilhelmina had said: if Zhao Chuanxin continued to raise the baby like this, they might not be able to do so.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment and shouted, "Stop the car. Your king likes to watch this kind of performance. I want to take a look too. Wait for me."

It’s better to go and see the fun yourself.

The driver of the British Embassy thought to himself that you are quite rude.

There was no choice; they dared not object.

Zhao Chuanxin got out of the car, strolled to the shed, and pushed the crowd: "The city management administrative law enforcement officers are here, please make way, I want to fine you..."

This title is quite intimidating, and the word "fine" is particularly frightening.

So the crowd separated consciously to allow Zhao Chuanxin to enter calmly.

Everyone was waiting to see the excitement of the "fine", but after Zhao Chuanxin entered, he crossed his arms and watched with great interest, and said to those around him: "I just came in to take a look, what are you looking at?"

Everyone's nose was almost crooked with anger.

What trouble are you making!
The British Embassy's driver was speechless.

The performer in the shed glared at Zhao Chuanxin fiercely: "Sir, please maintain order and don't mess around."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "That's right, look at them, they are not keeping order at all and interrupted your performance, please continue."

actor actress:"……"

The scene was like a sitcom.

There is a very creepy humanoid doll, with only half a body, and there seems to be some kind of secret message inside.

There is a box in front of the doll, and the outside of the box can be locked.

The performer said: "Everyone, look carefully, this is a puppet made by a Swedish mechanical master. It has its own soul and can understand human language..."

The audience couldn't help but exclaim when they heard this.

Zhao Chuanxin thought that people nowadays are so easy to deceive.

Whenever it comes to monsters and demons, people will be amazed.

Someone in the crowd sang a different tune, "I don't believe it. It's clearly just an ordinary puppet."

The performer was "angry" and he banged the table, saying unconvincedly: "You don't believe it, right? If you don't believe it, look. The name of this doll is Emma.

Now I have a word to say to her.

Emma, please open the box."

The puppet's arm was seen rising and falling slowly, and its hand was placed on the lock of the box. It opened the lock and then lifted the lid.

The crowd exclaimed again.

“Wow, it really has soul.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him with a grin on his face.

What a poor performance.

But everyone really fell for it.

The shill in the crowd shouted at this time: "You must have used some kind of sleight of hand. I still don't believe it."

The performer sneered: "You saw it with your own eyes, why don't you believe it?"

To shouted, "I just don't believe it anyway."

The performer asked, "How can you believe it?"

Tuo's eyes rolled around, then widened and said, "I got it. If you get into the box and let the puppet close it, and then let the puppet open it, I will believe it."

The performer snorted coldly, as if he felt guilty and said, "Why should I listen to you?"

To retorted.

The performer sneered.

The two men's verbal sparring quickly aroused the audience's emotions, and some people joined in the booing.

Zhao Chuanxin watched and shook his head.

At this time, Xingyue whispered in his ear: "There is a girl manipulating a puppet in the dark box at the back. She seems to have been in there for a long time and has a heart attack. She is sweating all over. If we don't intervene, her life may be in danger."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment, but still squeezed through the excited crowd, walked around the curtain, and sneaked behind the scenes.

Earlier, the performer had aroused the audience's emotions to a climax. He gritted his teeth and said, "Well, since you don't believe me, I'll get into the box and prove it to you."

He got into the box and said, "Emma, close the box."

Behind the scenes, the girl in the dark box looked pale and cold sweat was streaming down her forehead like a waterfall.

But she still curled up her body, trying her best to wind the string and pull a fuse.

The sound of a mechanism was heard, and in front of the curtain, the creepy doll closed the box.

Zhao Chuanxin witnessed everything and discovered that it was not all manually controlled. The doll actually seemed to have a set of programs and moved according to the trajectory.

According to his observation, there are at least six trajectory movements.

And this is entirely achieved through the transmission of various gear parts. Have to say, it's really something.

The key point is that this thing has no circuit board and no real computer program, it is all done mechanically.

After doing all this, the girl was obviously in extreme pain and leaned on the dark box as if exhausted.

Her curled up posture made it impossible for her to relieve the heart pain, nor could she make a sound.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it and pulled her out.

His mother had suffered from angina pectoris before.

He has some experience.

There was no stool behind the scenes, so Zhao Chuanxin knelt on one knee, bent one leg, and placed the girl on his knee, using it as a stool. He said, "Sit upright, put your hands on both sides, bend your elbows, and point your palms at your knees. Listen to my instructions, exhale slowly, and don't be nervous. Okay, just like this, slowly raise your head, form an obtuse angle between your calf and the ground, exhale slowly, and slowly lower your knees, repeat these two steps..."

She was very thin, with pale lips, big eyes and long eyelashes. She was a very pretty girl.

Her pale face added a morbid beauty to her.

When angina pectoris occurs, people will feel weak all over.

The pain spreads from the chest to the back, and that dull pain can sometimes make people collapse.

Although the girl was surprised at this time, the illness did not allow her time to think too much.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice is steady, powerful and convincing.

She instinctively did what Zhao Chuanxin said.

She was just a little weak, so Zhao Chuanxin held her slender hand and helped her operate it.

Don’t mention it, within a few breaths, the angina pain slowly eased.

But the performers in front suffered.

After he entered the box, he shouted, "Emma, open the box."

The puppet didn't move.

The hired agent thought it was a show effect. He laughed and said, "What did I say? Look, he is lying."

The performers also thought that the girl behind the scenes wanted to whet the audience's appetite.

He didn't take it seriously and continued to shout: "Emma, be obedient, please open the box."

After calling several times, the puppet didn't move at all.

The hired helper was a little anxious: "Can you do it?"

The performer was furious: "Emma, if you don't open the box, I'll make you suffer later."

The puppet remained motionless.

The audience whispered.

The performer collapsed: "Help, please send someone to help me open the box."

After hearing this, the agent hesitated.

The audience didn't understand and wouldn't move.

The performer was very scared in the dark and narrow box because the audience outside was holding their breath, as if he was the only one left in the world.

He said desperately, "Rosmullen, come here and open the box for me. Are you crazy? Come here quickly."

The agent named Rossmullan suddenly realized that something was really wrong.

He quickly rushed over, opened the box and released the performer.

The audience were not really stupid. They finally understood that the two men, one the supporting role and the other the funny role, were both acting.

So everyone burst into laughter.

The performer jumped out in anger, kicked Rosmullen, pulled the curtain back, and yelled, "Emma, are you fucking dead in there?"

At this time, Emma's face had just regained some color, but she was still weak all over and slumped on Zhao Chuanxin's knees.

The performer was so angry that he reached out to pull the hair of the girl named Emma.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and clamped his wrist.

The performer tried to break free, but the huge hand made of steel and iron did not move at all.

At this time, someone in the audience exclaimed: "Ah, it's Mr. Zhao, I just heard his speech at the British Embassy."

"Why is Mr. Zhao back here?"

"What is he doing privately with that girl?"

"He actually carried the Queen on his back..."

The performer's wrist was pinched and hurt, and he screamed, "Let me go."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said, "Emma has angina pectoris. Don't you know that she has this problem?"

The performer then noticed Emma's expression.

The anger on his face subsided, but he still felt a little embarrassed: "How should I know? Besides, angina pectoris won't kill you."

When the audience heard this, they realized that it was the girl who was manipulating everything behind the scenes who had a relapse of illness and it was Zhao Chuanxin who saved her.

Emma's body trembled as she struggled to stand up from Zhao Chuanxin's knees.

She said, "I'm sorry, but this is my last performance and I would have literally died in there if it weren't for this gentleman."

The performer was stunned, then sneered: "You ruined my performance, otherwise I would have fired you."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and walked out leisurely as if nothing had happened.

The girl named Emma bent down gently and bowed to Zhao Chuanxin to express her gratitude.

The crowd spontaneously applauded.

"God bless Mr. Zhao."

"The queen is kind and Mr. Zhao is kind. They are truly a match made in heaven."

Flattery?
Lao Zhao: "Ah... tui!"

He spat, ignored their flattery, and walked away with his hands in his pockets.

"Ah, that's how Mr. Zhao is. He doesn't care about false reputation..."

“How humble!”

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself that the person was really despicable.

The groom looked at Zhao Chuanxin curiously and said, "Sir, where are we going?"

"Go back to Noordeinde."

On the way, Xingyue said to him: "The mechanism inside the doll just now is very sophisticated. I drew a sketch."

As he spoke, he presented the drawing to Zhao Chuanxin on his glasses.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the densely packed gears and felt his scalp tingling: "I don't understand it."

Xingyue said: "I can imitate it, but it's meaningless. I think the worm silk, the central control rune fragments and this kind of machine can be combined, but it needs to be redesigned. We can make a mechanical puppet."

The Desert Emperor's puppet soldiers and Zhao Chuanxin's soft golden armor are based on the same principles as animals. They are not based on gears, but on tendons and bones, with insect silk as tendons.

The performer's puppet is a machine.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen a mechanical doll that could write in a museum, and it was truly amazing.

He shrugged and said, "What's the use? The strength, power, and flexibility of puppets made of precision gears can't even be compared with the crude puppet servants, not to mention the black puppet craftsmen and puppet soldiers."

Xingyue said, "You have to do something in the white house in Quetshalan, right? Even if it's a holiday resort, you need a cover to support the facade, otherwise you have to pretend to be a rich kid to deceive people, otherwise it would be suspicious that you have money to live on while doing nothing. No matter what you do, it's always interesting to have a mechanical doll as a gimmick."

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin: "That makes sense."

But he knew nothing about the design of this precision instrument.

Xingyue said: "The craftsman will be interested. Give him the drawings and he will help you design them."

But right now, Zhao Chuanxin just wants to go back and see his daughter.

A pet can be cherished for a long time, let alone a chubby and cute biological daughter?
Juliana wanted a dad more.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin came back, he heard Juliana crying.

He hurriedly pushed the door open and took Juliana from Margot's arms: "Why are you crying?"

"Dad, you are already an adult dad, remember not to run around in the future." Julianna said solemnly with tears in her eyes.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Margot and said, "Tell me, who taught her to talk like that? I'm going to beat him to death."

Margot said innocently: "I didn't teach you."

"I thought of it myself." Juliana stretched out her chubby arm to wipe her tears and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Dad, what's the matter? Do I have to die today?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was confused: "Who taught you Chinese?"

"I learned something from you talking to Xingyue."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was horrified: "I don't care who you are, get off my daughter immediately. This body is not for you to possess."

Juliana: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin had to accept the fact that Julianna's brain was far different from that of ordinary people.

It's just a bit sensational.

But judging from his words and actions, this is definitely his.

Zhao Chuanxin looked into Juliana's clear eyes, smiled bitterly and said, "My daughter, Dad will give you a Chinese name. My given name is Zhengzexi, and my courtesy name is Lingjun. From now on, your Chinese name will be - Zhao Lingjun!"

Zhao Lingjun bit his finger: "Zhao Lingjun..."

Margot reminded: "Sir, you can't just name the princess casually."

"Haha, don't talk nonsense. If anyone wants to object to the father naming his daughter, let him stand in front of me and tell me that if he can't be beaten to death, I will write the character Zhao upside down."

Margot: “…”

Lingjun is Qu Yuan's name, which describes the land as beautiful and flat.

Zhao Chuanxin was worried that his daughter was too evil, so he wanted her to have a calmer personality.

Daughters should follow their fathers, but within limits.

A father can cheat a little, but a daughter should not cheat him.

At this time, the guard outside knocked on the door.

Since Wilhelmina had set up a confession bureau, guards had to be arranged to protect the princess.

Margot opened the door and asked the guard what was going on. The guard said, "There are some entrepreneurs outside who want to see Mr. Zhao."

Margot looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Lingjun leaned on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and said, "Dad, let's go out and play..."

"Be good, let's go meet them first, maybe they are here to send us money."

It's strange, nothing Margot says works, but everything Zhao Chuanxin says can be discussed.