The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The students clamored louder and louder, and formed a Salvation Association on the spot. They themselves had little ability. They just went on strike and marched, shouting slogans, and mainly wanted Zhao Chuanxin to do this and that.

The leader was a student with pimples all over his face, and he was the one who cheered the most.

Before Zhao Chuanxin showed up, these students arranged more than thirty jobs for Zhao Chuanxin.

Students from Dong-A Tongwen School who were originally unwilling to come also arrived.

These people held signs and wrote: Calling on Mr. Zhao to punish the evildoers.

The so-called villain is the villain who killed their dean, Nezuichi, with three punches and two kicks, and kicked and injured one of their classmates. So far, there is no news about him from the patrol.

In addition to these people, there were also an old man and a young man in the crowd. The elder was Gu Hongming and the young man was Hu Shi.

This pair of enemies had just had a debating match, and they were blushing and looking as if they were going to fight.

Now that the students were making trouble, he no longer had any interest in quarreling.

Hu Shi's face turned red and he was affected by the atmosphere: Mr. Zhao, you are truly a patriot and a role model for our generation.

The scholarly business is vigorous and vigorous, and the teachers and students are powerful.

Gu Hongming was happy when he heard it: You are really naive.

What do you mean? Hu Shi was very angry when he heard Gu Hongming's strange remarks.

Gu Hongming pointed at the group of students and said: Look at them, at best they look like cranes and full of enthusiasm; at worst they look like whimsical things.

Hu Shi was still too young: Why did you say this?

Gu Hongming leaned on the civilized staff and paused on the ground: Who is Zhao Chuanxin? He is impatient, angry, and extremely rebellious. Looking at his actions, he is willful and cruel. How can such a tyrant be allowed to be manipulated by others?

Hu Shi frowned: It sounds like you know Zhao Chuanxin very well.

Gu Hongming said profoundly: It's not just me, maybe you know him better than you think.

Hu Shi: ...

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When the time was up, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and patted his butt, opened the Holy Light Channel, and teleported outside the British Consulate in an instant. He teleported again... using the second stage flash method, without disturbing the crowd, he went directly inside.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that there were no British troops here either.

Fortunately, he was fully armed and ready for battle.

There are only Qu Benqiao, Liu Maoshang, Feng Jichuan, various representatives of the British Fu Company, and the leader Zhe Meisen.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared, everyone except Zhemeisen stood up to pay tribute.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found that there was indeed no ambush. He took off his mask, put the Goldberg M1907 on his shoulders, and calmly came to the table and sat down.

Zhe Meisen's face was a little pale and a little indifferent.

He was the first to speak: Mr. Zhao, I apologize for the difficulty in signing the contract.

As soon as these words came out, Qu Benqiao and the others' expressions changed slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the representatives of British Fortune behind Zhemison, and they lowered their heads one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the handle of the machine, and the clicking sound made their bodies tremble.

Zhao Chuanxin said: Have you all selected the burial site? Whether you agree or disagree, the Shanxi mineral rights are already in Zhao's pocket.

Regarding mineral rights, just like the American copper king Fritz Heinze, this thing can be cheated.

It is true that it is your mineral rights, but I must firmly occupy it.

Fritz Heinze cheated until the end, insisting on mining, and his opponents wanted to reconcile with him.

Why can't Zhao Chuanxin do this?

Zhe Meisen remained calm, looking as if he was ready to die.

Other representatives became anxious: Mr. Zhao, it's none of our business. It's the shareholders who don't agree, but we agree...

Seeing that they were severely polarized, Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: Zhe Meisen is the chairman, and you are the key personnel of British Fu Company in China. Zhao can tell you responsibly that if you don't sign the contract today, no one will I want to get out of this door. Then why don’t you sign the contract on behalf of the UK? At least, you will be unscathed by staying in China.”

After hearing this, Zhemei Sen's eyes lit up: Mr. Zhao, I dare not hide it from you. Without the signatures of the shareholders, the contract will not take effect.

Eh... Zhao Chuanxin drawled: Zhao's law is that Chairman Zhemeisen and all representatives sign it, and then the contract will come into effect. You don't have to worry about anything else.

Zhe Meisen's face turned green and red. If he had a choice, who would want to die?

While he was thinking about it, Zhao Chuanxin did not rush him.

Qu Benqiao was a little anxious: Mr. Zhao, no, the contract must be made effective.

Zhao Chuanxin just smiled and said nothing.

Out of reach, could he now go to the UK to find those shareholders one by one and force them to submit?

Qu Benqiao said something to each other and began to persuade.

Zhao Chuanxin remained unmoved.

But then the atmosphere became tense.

Zhe Meisen and many representatives were so stressed that they began to sweat.

Finally, Zhemei Sen slapped the table: Okay, let's sign.

Zhao Chuanxin tapped his fingers on the table: This contract is only valid for Zhao, so I won't give you the 200,000 taels of silver for now. We'll wait until your major shareholders agree.

this……

Okay, let's sign. Zhao Chuanxin slapped his assault rifle on the table and crossed his legs.

So the two parties drafted a contract and signed it, without even looking at the details of the contract.

Because neither Qu Benqiao nor Zhe Meisen believed that the contract had legal effect.

After the signing was completed, Zhao Chuanxin took it over and took a look: Hey, since the coal, iron and oil mining rights of Yu County, Pingding Prefecture, Zezhou Prefecture, Lu'an Prefecture and Pingyang Prefecture have been delivered, why are the roads, railways and bridges built? Are you still in your British fortune?

After everything was signed, Zhe Meisen lost the courage to die: Mr. Zhao, these are not within the scope of the transaction, and it will be useless if you sign them.

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: That's unreasonable. If you add all these, you can't leave out anything.

Zhe Meisen had no choice but to add clauses again.

After everything was done, Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction: In addition, inform your men waiting in Shanxi to withdraw immediately, before Zhao goes on a killing spree.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin also wanted to take back their mining rights in Henan, but he bit off more than he could chew.

Zhe Meisen's eyes flickered, and he had several thoughts in his mind. He looked at the representatives behind him. Everyone was a little worried about Xiao Jiujiu. Obviously, this needed to be discussed later.

Zhemeisen simply nodded in agreement: Okay, it all depends on Mr. Zhao's wishes.

Qu Benqiao whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: Mr. Zhao, is this really feasible?

Zhao Chuanxin said: Don't worry, the British side definitely didn't agree at first, but after delaying it for a long time, they had no choice but to let it go.

That's what Fritz Heinze did.

If they don't let go, they won't even be able to get two hundred thousand taels of silver.

At least the cost of building roads and bridges in Shanxi must be recovered, right?

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: Since there is nothing else, Zhao will leave now.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin went out from the main entrance in a dignified manner.

Qu Benqiao and others followed him like stars over the moon.

The noisy students outside immediately silenced themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin's photos have never been published in newspapers.

No one recognized him.

However, at this time, he was standing in front of Qu Benqiao and the others, and he walked out of the British Consulate. He was tall, unshaven, and full of beard, which obviously fit the image of Zhao Chuanxin in rumors.

Mr. Zhao, please stay...

Mr. Zhao, please tell me a few words...

Mr. Zhao, please make the decision for our East Asia Tongwen Academy...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the huge crowd, took out the Redemption Scepter, and threw it into the sky.

He took a running start, and the smart gyroscope lifted him three meters into the air.

Zhao Chuanxin stood firmly on the head of the Redemption Scepter hanging in the air with one foot.

This move is truly astounding.

Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, and Zhao Chuanxin hung a stick in the air.

And some students who had seen Zhao Chuanxin attack and beat Nezuichi to death yesterday could not help but be shocked, embarrassed, and helpless...

Especially the teachers and students of East Asia Tongwen College.

They silently put away the sign and exited the group chat...

Hu Shi looked at Zhao Chuanxin and was dumbfounded: He, isn't he An Lan?

Next to him, Gu Hongming looked at him as if he were a fool: You don't know? Zhao Chuanxin has a bad taste. It is said that he can't change his name even if he works or sits down. He can float thousands of feet on water with his iron palm, Lucian with two spears and quick legs, and he can fly to the west with a sword. Ye Gucheng, there is a little bit of popularity outside the pass, the Great Master of the World...all are his names and nicknames.

Hu Shi: ...

Zhao Chuanxin was condescending and said with a smile: Actually, I've been here a long time ago. I heard your shouts outside. It was really loud.

He used his vocal organs to resonate his voice. He used a calm tone, but his voice spread to the entire audience.

The student with pimples on his face was so excited when he heard this that he couldn't help shouting: Mr. Zhao, there are still many injustices in the world, waiting for you to take action!

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him approvingly: I remember you, you were the one who screamed the most joyfully just now.

The student with acne felt embarrassed for a moment when Zhao Chuanxin said that he screamed the most happily, but he immediately thought that this might be the difference in language between the north and the south.

He excitedly introduced himself: Mr. Zhao, my name is Fu Zhuguang, and my courtesy name is Dalu.

Oh, Dalu, you are very good. You make me feel like a season. Do you know which season it is?

Fu Zhuguang was stunned and shook his head honestly: I can't think of this.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: You are like autumn, it gets cold morning and evening.

This, this... Fu Zhuguang scratched his head: What does Mr. Zhao mean?

He couldn't quite understand it, but he had a vague feeling that it didn't sound like a good thing.

He wanted to emphasize something dryly: Mr. Zhao, I just...

Just what are you just? Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: You ordered me to do this and that, and the sores on your nose were shining with excitement. How the hell can you order me to do things? Don’t let you down yet, who the hell are you that won’t let you down?”

Fu Zhuguang was sprayed all over his body, and his face turned white at first, then blue, and finally red. He said angrily: Am I wrong?

Zhao Chuanxin stood on one foot and had to maintain his balance. He was really tired, so he floated down and took the Redemption Scepter in his hand.

He quickly came to Fu Zhuguang and hit Fu Zhuguang's chest with the scepter of redemption: What the hell are you right about? Huh?

Fu Zhuguang's skinny chest was so painful that he kept retreating, angry and scared: I, I, I...

Oh oh oh? Are you trying to imitate the crow of a rooster? Zhao Chuanxin continued to scold him.

The people behind them all retreated, looking horrified.

It turns out he is like this Zhao Chuanxin...

Fu Zhuguang had just made an impassioned speech, but now facing the fierce Zhao Chuanxin, he was speechless, so angry that he actually shed tears.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him across the face: Look at how you forced me to do it, and you made me cry. With this little ability, how many impassioned speeches can you make here? Strike classes every day, march every day, no? Study hard, I heard I’m here, look forward to the stars and the moon, you finally got the opportunity to be embarrassed, right?”

Fu Zhuguang was at the age when he needed face the most. He rolled his eyes when Zhao Chuanxin sprayed him, and he fainted.

I don't know if I'm really comatose or fake.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: Bah, what the fuck.

It was a bad breath.

He looked around with a fierce look in his eyes, and suddenly saw the hanging sign of Dongya Tongwen Academy. He couldn't help but walked over aggressively, grabbed a student by his collar, and slapped him in the face.

You still fucking punish the murderer? What punishment do you want? I killed Nezuichi. Now I give you a chance to avenge your Japanese father. Do you dare to do it?

The student covered his face in grievance. He was obviously a Chinese. He said, Mr. Zhao, although Mr. Nezuichi is Japanese, he runs an academy for us, teaches and educates people...

Zhao Chuanxin said again with his backhand: Now that Nezu is running a school, you will support him as your father? Do you know who Nezu is? East Asia Doubun Academy is a part of Japan's **** plan, and Nezu himself Since 1890, he has traveled back and forth between Shanghai and Hankou as many as 25 times. Do you know what he is doing? He is a spy, and their Leshantang is an intelligence agency. Do you know this? He works in the General Staff in Japan, and the Japanese attack Weihai, he provided intelligence, and he was awarded the fifth-level Golden Horse Medal for his merits. When Japan relies on these intelligence details to kill your parents, kill you, kill your children, and invade our land, you may still have to Are you grateful that he educated you?

The crowd was in an uproar.

Le Shan Tang is well-known in Shanghai, but the truth is unimaginable.

Although Zhao Chuanxin was telling the truth, all kinds of deeds about Nezuichi were readily available, and they didn't seem to be fake, so they couldn't help but not believe him.

A group of students couldn't help but glare at the students from Dongya Tongwen Academy.

The Japanese lowered their heads one after another.

Why does Zhao Chuanxin know this?

He used to like traveling and had been to Shanghai. He learned about this history when he went to the museum.

That day, after hearing Nezu announcing his family status, Zhao Chuanxin immediately remembered this past incident and just in time to beat Nezu to death to vent his anger.

Zhao Chuanxin spat again, wandered back and forth in front of the crowd, and finally stood in front of students from other colleges, pointing and spitting: And you, after reading a few books, you feel like you are eight or nine. The sun of Zhong can shine on the country, right?