The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin wore a high-collared black sweater, a suit tailored by Jiang Bo, and a blended coat. On his feet were shiny mid-calf lace-up leather shoes. The old sacred altar and the secret pendant became a sweater chain on the outside. Accessories, with a pilot's watch on the wrist.

The black hair that reaches his shoulders is scattered freely, and his beard has not been trimmed for a long time and has become messy.

His outfit was very unconventional at this time, mainly because knitted sweaters had not yet become popular.

But it looks very energetic, and it belongs to the kind of style that only special people can control.

Therefore, although the guard was angry at Zhao Chuanxin's rudeness, he was not nervous.

Usually people who dress like this can only yell and don't do anything.

He said coldly: If I don't search you, I won't let you in anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin: Three.

Guard: ...

One or two let your dog eat it?

Zhao Chuanxin used his hand as a knife and cut the guard's throat.

The guard's eyes bulged and he covered his throat with his hands. Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to grab the shoulder strap of his rifle and pull it down.

He held down the guard's face and used a little force to make the back of his head collide with the wall tiles of the corridor.

Boom...

The guard fainted.

Zhao Chuanxin took away the Lee Enfield box-type short rifle. The British quick rifle was a good thing.

After straightening his coat and twisting his neck, Zhao Chuanxin strolled into the hall with some rice.

Woof woof woof...

Okay, they are negotiating. There must be a group of Chinese and a group of foreigners. Find them and tell me.

…

After days of negotiations, prices reached a new impasse.

Zhemeisen said: Three million taels of silver, not a penny less.

Qu Ben shook his head: Consul Zhemeisen, we only have 2.3 million taels.

Please call me Chairman. I am now negotiating with you in the name of Chairman of Fu Company. Zhemeisen emphasized: 3 million, no less.

Jameson is both the British Consul General in Shanghai and the chairman of Fu Company.

A few days ago, he insisted on five million, but now it has dropped to three million.

Qu Benqiao said patiently: We can raise another 100,000 taels of silver at most, but no more will be possible.

Zhemeisen said arrogantly: If you don't have money, I advise you not to run a coal mine. It's better to keep the mining rights in England. At least we have the capital to buy equipment and build railways. Please don't use the students' strike to try to convince me. If they don't strike, then follow We have nothing to do with Fu Company.

Qu Benqiao was about to speak when he suddenly saw the figure of a black and white dog flashing past the door.

He frowned and sighed: Such a stalemate is not good for you or me. 2.5 million is our limit.

Zhe Meisen took out a box of cigars and did not give them to Qu Benqiao and others. He picked up the cigar cutters and said, Everyone takes a step back. 2.75 million. If it works, we will make a deal. If it doesn't work, please go back to Shanxi.

Smoking cigars was an expensive hobby at this time, and only the middle class could afford it. Eleven years later, America's big boss still told Congress: What the country really needs is a good five-cent cigar.

Five cents for a cigarette is actually expensive enough, but in fact cigars are much more expensive than five cents, ten times or even a hundred times is not an exaggeration.

Counting from now, it will be fifty years before the United States will usher in truly mature mechanization to produce cigars, and the price of a single cigar will drop to five cents.

Qu Benqiao exchanged glances with Liu Maoshang and Feng Jichuan, and they clearly saw the light called heartbeat in each other's eyes.

Qu's somewhat stiff face finally showed a smile.

Just as he was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall man walked in very relaxedly: Oh, is it so lively?

Zhemei Sen was furious: Who are you? This makes no sense. How did you get in?

Zhao Chuanxin came to the table, took out a cigar from Zhe Meisen's cigar box, cut off the head, lit it, and said, Are you blind? Of course I walked in.

That arrogant and arrogant look made Zhemei Sen feel even more disgusting.

Not only the British were confused, Qu Benqiao and others were also extremely surprised.

Who are you? Zhe Meisen asked angrily.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled up a chair and sat between the two parties, on the side of the table, flicking the cigarette ashes and saying, My name is Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhe Meisen frowned, but his eyes suddenly became bright.

Zhemeisen thought it sounded familiar, but he didn't remember it for a while.

No matter who you are, get out now, otherwise...

Who are you asking to get out? Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed and he stared at him with murderous intent and asked.

Zhe Meisen was so horrified by the sight that he didn't even dare to speak.

This made him furious.

After all, he is also the Consul General of the British Empire on which the sun never sets. Who dares to talk to him like this?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his cowardly look, turned around and asked Qu Benqiao: Report yourself.

Qu Benqiao and the others quickly stood up and bowed, saying respectfully: I am Qu Benqiao, courtesy name Chunan, from Qi County. My family has been in business for generations, and now I come here for Shanxi mineral rights.

My Excellency, Feng Jichuan...

I am Liu Maoshang...

Zhao Chuanxin sat there with a carefree attitude, nodded and said, How far have the negotiations reached?

Qu Benqiao answered honestly: Consul Zhemeisen...well, the chairman has offered 2.75 million taels of silver, and we haven't agreed yet.

It was clear that my heart had just moved, so I had to agree.

But seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming, Qu Benqiao changed his mind again.

Hearing this, Zhe Meisen's face flashed with anger: You are obviously going to agree.

Qu Benqiao did not pretend to be a bully, and said sincerely: Chairman Zhemeisen, I really didn't say I agreed. Everyone present can testify.

Zhe Meisen was trembling with anger.

Because Qu Benqiao really didn't speak.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and touched Qianfan's head.

Dissatisfied: Woof woof woof...

I haven't been smoking for a day or two, and you think it smells like smoke?

Zhe Meisen shouted loudly: That's enough!

It's really insulting that there are so many people and he's talking to a dog.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and just as he was about to speak, the door was knocked open and six British soldiers with loaded weapons rushed in.

Mr. Zhemson, are you okay?

Zhemeisen finally gained the confidence, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: Take this man to jail!

The expressions of Qu Benqiao and the others changed drastically, and they looked at Zhao Chuanxin worriedly.

Zhao Chuanxin did not panic at all. He took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke on Zhe Meisen's face: I'll count to three. If these soldiers don't withdraw, they will all die.

you……

Just as Zhemei Sen spoke, Zhao Chuanxin said: Three.

Before Zhemeisen and the group of British soldiers could react, Zhao Chuanxin dwarfed, squatted down, quickly pulled the handle of the machine, and the God of War M1907 clicked in his hand.

Chug tug tug tug…

The bodies of the six British soldiers were like shaking sieves, exploding large amounts of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine directly.

He was squatting at this time, clamping the upper end of the God of War M1907 that was not so hot in the crook of his leg. He put the new magazine on top of the old one, and pulled the handle again. His movements were so skillful that it was difficult to see clearly.

He sat back on the chair and put the gun on the table: Continue talking.

Zhemeisen: ...

Feng Jichuan felt his blood boil.

Is this the God of War?

While talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes!

Zhe Meisen saw that Zhao Chuanxin killed people without blinking an eye, and finally remembered who he was: You are the Butcher of the Far East...

It's just a mere lack of talent. Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, holding a cigar in his mouth.

Zhe Meisen was sweating heavily. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. When he spoke again, his voice became hoarse: What do you want?

Zhao Chuanxin asked Qu Benqiao: How much did Fu Company spend to obtain the mineral rights in Shanxi?

Feng Jichuan excitedly said first: Mr. Zhao, they spent 20,000 pounds, which is more than 200,000 taels of silver.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhe Meisen: You are asking for 2.75 million taels now, right?

Zhe Meisen thought that Zhao Chuanxin had some scruples or something else, so he nodded: Exactly, this is investment, it's normal.

Zhao Chuanxin held his cigar between his fingers and tapped the table, making a dong dong sound: Qu Benqiao, you take 200,000 taels of silver, and the rest is mine.

Qu Benqiao and others were ecstatic.

Zhemei Sen breathed a sigh of relief at first, then looked at the British soldier lying in a pool of blood at the door, and frowned again: Humph, it's not just about money now, you killed so many of us...

He also said that Zhao Chuanxin was afraid, so he began to push further.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: What's the matter? Not only is it money, but you, the UK, also want to cost hundreds of lives and a few more warships, right?

But it reminded Zhemeisen who Zhao Chuanxin was.

Take life and death lightly, and do it if you don't accept it.

What kind of old beauties, what kind of devils, what kind of Portuguese villains.

It is common for one to fight against a hundred. In New York, it is said that he fought with tens of thousands of New York police officers alone, and finally escaped unscathed.

The warships of Japan, Portugal and the United States were scuttled, and it seemed that the British were not inferior.

Zhemei Sen remembered that there were British warships in the upper Huangpu River. He picked up his handkerchief again and wiped his cold sweat: That's not true. What I mean is that we can have a good discussion without risking lives.

Qu Benqiao, Feng Jichuan and Liu Maoshang watched this to relieve their anger.

At this time, Chinese people have to bow to foreigners and speak in a low voice.

Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly the toughest Chinese they have ever seen.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the cigar on the table of Xiaoye Rosewood, which made Zhemei Sen worried.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: What a crappy cigar, it's really hard to smoke.

As he spoke, he took out a box of Camel cigarettes and gave them to Qu Benqiao and the others to light.

Zhao Chuanxin said: Then the matter is settled. Qu Benqiao and the others will take 200,000 taels of silver, and the rest will be mine.

Zhe Meisen had no choice but to take Zhao Chuanxin: Okay.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled with satisfaction: Very good. By the way, I'll keep my share of the money on credit first.

Feng Jichuan laughed out loud.

Qu Benqiao also tried his best to endure it.

Walter's law...

Zhe Meisen wanted to scold her, but he held it back before he could finish the scolding. Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin angrily: Mr. Zhao, this is absolutely inappropriate. Investors will not agree to it.

Zhao Chuanxin was dissatisfied again and slapped the Xiaoye red sandalwood table loudly: Who is so disrespectful? Let him tell me in person.

Hearing this, Zhe Meisen revealed a arrogant smile: One of the major shareholders behind this is our country's Marquis Laurent, who is the Queen's son-in-law.

I thought this was enough to deter Zhao Chuanxin.

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin sneered: Does he have a butler named Henry Elliot? That idiot was fed to fish by me. How many Marquis of Lorena? He feels impatient to live. I can go to England. Just take his head and see how much harder it is than searching for the object.

Zhemei Sen: ...

At this time, Feng Jichuan came to the window and looked out.

He hurriedly came back and said, Mr. Zhao, we are surrounded by British troops outside.

Surround them, let's surround them. How can you behave in such a panic? Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied. Let them wait and die.

Feng Jichuan: ...

The British Consulate was not far from their military camp, so the British soldiers could arrive so quickly.

After hearing this, Zhemison's eyes began to twinkle.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: Do you agree or not?

Zhemison pretended to hesitate: I need time to discuss with the major shareholders. Not only are the shares of Marquis Lorena, but also the shares of Italian Prime Minister Rodini.

In fact, Fu Company only invested 20,000 pounds at the beginning, and Rodini's money was only 100 pounds, accounting for 0.5% of the total funds.

The meaning behind this is self-evident.

But that doesn’t stop Zhemeisen from pulling the tiger’s skin to make a big banner.

Zhao Chuanxin became impatient: What the hell is the Prime Minister of Italy not the Prime Minister? I know who he is? I'll give you one day. I will come over and sign a contract with you tomorrow. Otherwise, don't go back to the UK. Shili Foreign Market is the best. Boneyard.”