My hero is myself

The host who is entertaining him now is the chief minister of the cabinet who is deeply trusted by Lafayette. Because he has signed many unequal treaties, many people have called him a traitor.

He met with the owner of Nalan Medical Clinic, which had been in the limelight recently, at his home. Many people thought that there would be an astonishing spectacle.

The result was an atmosphere like household gossip, with not even a maid, and Mrs. Zhang personally setting the dishes on the table.

Others may think that Zhang Hongli is pretending to be poor.

However, Roland had already conducted an investigation on all the big shots in the capital, and knew that this person was really like this on weekdays.

He was an ideal scholar and wanted to make the Qing Dynasty great again.

Unfortunately, I got on a broken ship and encountered a new situation beyond what was described in the classics.

He could only try his best to patch up the complex environment of all parties, maintain a balance, and maintain the Qing government with difficulty.

He felt aggrieved even after signing those treaties, but if he didn't sign them, what would he do to fight with them?

When flaws were revealed in the Qing court, it was not only the monsters that invaded the country from outside, but also peasant uprisings internally. Internal troubles never ceased.

The problem of a small clan overpowering a large country, compared to the monster clan far away, will always be the biggest thorn in the heart of the master of the Qing court.

Even if Zhang Hongli has great ability, he will not be able to come up with a comeback if he continues this game.

All that can be done is to delay the outbreak of conflicts.

Of course, this is Roland's vision that transcends the times. In the eyes of people with lofty ideals in this era, the demon sect, constitutional monarchy, republic, etc. are all paths that can be tried.

Human beings naturally don't want to step out of their comfort zone.

Adapting to the emperor's rule for thousands of years, it is a bit fanciful for these old people who have been under the emperor's power to directly change and embrace another new idea.

They always think about repairing old furniture and making do with their lives.

Roland came here today to play the role of an honest boy who cooperates with their mending, so that the influence of Nalan Medical Center can spread to the military community.

He always remembered the saying that political power comes from the barrel of a gun.

Even though the Eight Banners soldiers in this era are synonymous with waste, and even though the red tassel guns cannot defeat the advanced armed forces of the demon clan, the Qing government still holds great righteousness and can form a large army.

It is a shortcut to liberate the minds of those soldiers, unite all the forces that can be united, and let them join their cause.

Whether this shortcut can be taken and whether Zhang Hongli supports the transformation of military semi-demonization is a very critical link.

After the polite exchanges, Zhang Hongli thought he had a preliminary understanding of the young man in front of him:

He has a flexible mind, a broad vision, and a considerable sense of responsibility in his heart.

He is not the kind of person who only cares about money, he is a gentleman who wants to make Kyushu truly strong and the people live a good life.

Gentlemen can naturally deceive them and use their loyalty and patriotism to frame them.

"Little friend Nalan's current semi-demon transformation technology should be ahead of the demon clan, right? His talent is really amazing."

Zhang Hongli praised him.

"It should be that the demon clan is unwilling to export the most advanced technology to Kyushu. After all, it is not our clan."

There was enough disgust and contempt in Roland's words.

"Yes, after all, the people of Kyushu should make the decision, but it's just that the current troubled times make it difficult for the court to operate..."

"Sir, are you having difficulty with capital turnover now?"

"It's just a kid's joke. Paying back debts due to the defeat, maintaining military expenditures, and Lafayette building a new garden... I also have a huge headache."

"But strengthening the army is also a top priority to prevent more hungry wolves from coming!"

Roland showed a sign of urgency, as if he was grieving that his good technology could not be used by the entire army.

"I understand, of course I understand!"

Zhang Hongli was equally distressed, "It's just that not everyone in this court can distinguish right from wrong like my little friend. They have to work a little harder..."

He rubbed his fingers together in a standard gesture for counting banknotes.

"This is part of the ancestral etiquette. I still understand the rules."

Roland pushed over a small box.

After opening the numbers and scanning them roughly, Zhang Hongli nodded with satisfaction.

"I have the confidence to convince those stubborn colleagues, and the other issue is this payment..."

Even though Zhang Hongli had tempered his temper at the negotiation table, he was a little embarrassed at this moment.

Those who take other people's money still have to tell them that this business is not profitable...

You really bully your own people!

Roland stood up and said impassionedly:

"Don't worry, boss. I built this Nalan Medical Center just for everyone in Kyushu to be like a dragon. As long as the military semi-demon transformation can be promoted, we can advance the initial funds!"

"Good boy, it would be great if the court had more officials like you."

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Hongli's eyes, and he felt a little regretful after receiving the free flattery.

"My dear friend, are you interested in joining the imperial court as an official?"

"Here, I haven't passed the imperial examination. Is it appropriate?"

"Ha, when a bannerman becomes an official, when will he take the imperial examination?"

The two foxes, one old and one young, laughed at each other without saying a word.

Zhang Hongli was very happy. With some rhetoric and worthless official positions, he negotiated a new transformation involving hundreds of thousands of new soldiers.

Roland was also very happy. With Zhang Hongli's help, it was a certainty to infiltrate the Qing court's last armed forces.

He wants everyone in Kyushu to be like a dragon, with strong soldiers and horses...

But Kyushu is still there, but the Qing Dynasty is not necessary.

Although Zhang Hongli had many calculations and was loyal to the Qing court, he never imagined that what the young rich man in front of him valued was not how much money he could make from a business deal.

What he wants is for Jiuzhou to emancipate its mind, enter a new era, and ignite an unstoppable wave.

Now that Zhang Hongli had gifted him with the status of a Qing court official, he seemed to be the rising star of the Yaowu Sect...

With the strategy of spreading money, he is confident that he can quickly gain a good reputation, turn his false reputation into real power, and let the influence of Nalan Medical Center quickly go beyond the capital and penetrate into suburban counties and rural areas.

When Roland returned to Nalan Medical Clinic and truthfully explained "Master Zhang's intention", the other owners were naturally filled with grief after hearing this, as if they were mourning for an heir:

"This surname Zhang is too dark!"

"Are you trying to steal our new technology for free?"

"He wants the reputation of a prosperous country and a strong army, but our medical clinic is the only one who suffers?"

Everyone complained again and again, but in the end they were just complaints.

These partners thought that theirs was just a simple medical company, and they did not know the extent of the combat power that Roland had secretly cultivated.

In their view, Zhang Hongli represented the Qing court.

He did not directly incorporate Nalan Medical Center into a state-owned asset because Roland was quick to see opportunities and cooperated sufficiently.

So this deal is destined to suffer losses.

"I have to communicate with the Qing government about military transformation, and I will leave it to the seniors to promote the business in various places."

Roland bowed to his partners.

Naturally, everyone agreed wholeheartedly, and they were all very confident.

There are also benefits to this loss. Nalan Medical Center will receive full support from the Qing court.

This gives them more confidence to compete with the demon pharmaceutical companies for the market.

The arms business lost money, so we had to focus on making money back from business elsewhere.

With such motivation and awareness, they naturally worked harder to promote it everywhere.

Roland was stationed in the capital, cooperating with the transformation of the new army, and began to investigate the intelligence of Japan.

At the moment when the demon clan invades Kyushu and takes over the whole world, Japan blocks the sea with thunderstorms, like a black box that cannot reveal any information.

He understood that this was Er Xi's way of protecting his people, but in terms of results, it caused difficulties for him to contact his allies.

The little maid probably didn't expect that even the land gods had to start from scratch, and they would be blocked by the little thunder explosion.

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Heavy rain fell on Jingu, and the rickshaw drivers were covered in mud and had to find a way to keep their pace without splashing the passengers in the back seats.

"Take the money, little mute!"

The guest in a long gown deliberately sprinkled the copper coins into the muddy loess. Looking at the man hurriedly picking up the money, he laughed and walked away with an umbrella.

The coachman was covered in mud. He wiped his face with his backhand and his face was stained, but he smiled innocently and showed a mouth full of white teeth:

He also picked up all the copper plates stuck in the rocks!

Seeing that it was getting late and there were fewer and fewer customers on the street, he probably couldn't get much work, so he returned the rickshaw to the dealership, paid the monthly rent, and returned with the remaining money. Home.

Thinking that my sister likes sweets, I gritted my teeth and bought a glutinous rice dumpling, and shamelessly asked the girl watching the stall for more candies.

He hesitated, expressing his gratitude.

The little girl didn't understand. She just thought the boy was very good-looking. His smile made his eyebrows curve like crescent moons, which made the boy crazy.

"You stinky old stall, get out of here, you're not ashamed to wink at me?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the store and drove him away with a broom.

The boy carefully put the zongzi into his arms and disappeared into the rain.

In the half-collapsed yard, he walked into the leaky house and poured the bucket that was almost full of rainwater outside. Then he went to wake up the woman on the bed and handed him the rice dumplings.

The woman's facial features are very similar to his, they should be brother and sister, but the lack of color seems to be a serious illness, and her speech is weak:

"Haiping, why are you spending money on these... Why don't you buy meat and eggs to give yourself more strength?"

The boy just smiled, dipped the rice dumplings full of coarse sugar, and handed them to her mouth.

She took a small bite, unable to taste the smell due to her disease, but she still made an expression of enjoyment:

"It's so sweet."

The boy then laughed, left the whole rice dumpling to his sister, boiled water to cook, cooked with the rotten vegetable leaves that he had stuffed into his arms along the way, soaked them and ate a meal.

But this night was destined to be restless.

The young man came back in a hurry and forgot to close the courtyard door. The light leaking attracted two soldiers patrolling the street.

Accidentally discovered the sickly and beautiful girl, looked at each other a few times, and developed evil intentions.

"Where's your guide? I'm afraid he's a bandit who wanders from somewhere, and he'll have to be taken back to the Yamen for interrogation!"

When the young man heard that he was going back to the Yamen, a trace of fear and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Haiping, no!" the girl said quickly.

The young man had already lifted the door bolt and knocked out a soldier.

"He is indeed a thief on the run, look at the gun!"

Another soldier looked back and shouted, then stabbed him. The young man used the door bolt as a stick, swept away the spear, grabbed it with his backhand, and stabbed it into the heart of the soldier.

The dazzling blood hit the young man, and he was stunned. He sat down on the ground and walked backwards, trying to get away from the scene.

The girl sat up and watched the two soldiers die and faint, and sighed softly:

"Haiping, we are a scholarly family. It is not right to do such things."

"Have you forgotten what daddy taught you about calmness, restraint, and thinking before you act?"

"Forget it, go ahead. Things here have nothing to do with you. Just live a good life somewhere else..."

She got out of bed tremblingly, picked up the hairpin and stabbed it into the heart of the unconscious soldier, messed up her clothes and hair, and showed a sad smile:

You can definitely live a better life without me as a drag...

The mute boy shook his head, shook his head desperately, and opened his mouth to roar silently.

He carried his sister on his back and rushed out of the door. He just wanted to leave this home that couldn't provide any sense of security.