The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin was exposed to both rain and dew, and no one was spared.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at these students who were shrinking their necks like quails: In terms of mentality, you are not mature enough; in terms of force, you are powerless; in terms of knowledge, you are still far behind.

He even went on strike from time to time and shouted slogans every day.

Who gave you the courage?

The country is not prosperous in science. If you have time, read more books. If you can build one more car, one more battleship, and one more machine gun, you will be considered a great achievement.

But look, what are you doing?

If I counted correctly, you secretly arranged a total of thirty-three jobs for Zhao.

What's going on, are you Zhao's superiors?

One student was dissatisfied and took advantage of being in the crowd to bravely retort: ​​But the country needs us to stand up...

When Zhao Chuanxin heard the voice, he was not ten meters away, so he started to pull him from left to right. Each student was like a chicken, being tossed around. In a blink of an eye, Zhao Chuanxin was in front of this student.

The student was dumbfounded.

With so many people, how did Zhao Chuanxin find him?

As everyone knows, this is the result of the smart gyroscope.

Within ten meters, everything is known.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: What do I need from you?

The student was worried that he might get slapped in the mouth. He frowned and said, I need to stand up and support him.

Zhao Chuanxin was heartbroken: Who has tolerated your faults? This land does need you, but it's not a strike, but a good fucking school. What's the use of your support? I need your support? Why will I kill you if I don't have you? No foreigners allowed? Without you, I will be disadvantaged by my sword? Without you, I will look like a coward without courage?

This, this, this... The student was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin did not hit him, but asked: What is your name?

Student...Gu Zhutong.

Yo, this person has some potential in the future.

Okay, Gu Zhutong, I leave my words here today. From now on, you must be successful in your studies. You must be able to mount a horse and fight in martial arts. You must be able to build cars, ships and airplanes in literature. When you see a Japanese, you must spit on them... these things Can it be done?”

Gu Zhutong was dumbfounded: This is not fair. Whether I can do it or not depends on fate. Why should I do what Mr. Zhao said...

Haha... Zhao Chuanxin sneered: You damn well know that you can't do things according to what others say? Since you don't want to, why do you ask me to do this or that? Why do you dictate to me?

Ah... Gu Zhutong was still too young and didn't know how to do it.

The students around him began to think thoughtfully.

Zhao Chuanxin’s voice shocked the entire audience: “Do you know what your name is?

This is called moral kidnapping!

Others may not be able to save face and just let it go. But I, Zhao Chuanxin, am different.

Since I was a child, my mother has told me not to associate with bad people.

I told my mother that it was actually someone else who was dating me, who was not trivial.

I am a bad person, remember this, your morality can never kidnap me.

Zhao Chuanxin stared at the students, while they lowered their heads and thought.

It was a stalemate.

Some people still can't turn their heads, but some people have figured it out and look ashamed.

Zhao Chuanxin said hum and was about to walk away.

Someone shouted: Mr. Zhao, don't leave, please say a few more words.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: I beat you and scold you, but you still want me to continue, right?

The man sneered and changed the subject: Mr. Zhao, the imperial court has repeatedly failed in the face of foreign powers. What should we do?

People in this era like to look for answers. In fact, they want to find spiritual sustenance and faith when they are powerless.

Zhao Chuanxin said: You still have a long way to go in life. Don't be afraid if you fall. People around you will laugh at you. Just get up and fall a few more times to make them laugh to death.

...

Everyone was confused.

Gu Hongming in the crowd couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Hu Shi glared at him.

Someone said angrily: Mr. Zhao, how can you say that? Two years ago, there were Japanese students who went to sea to protest, just to win the mineral rights in Shanxi...

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: Zhao fought countless battles with the Japanese. Guess what? They went one after another, killing one person, and then another, until they were all killed. Zhao made money in New York, I saw that American capitalists have no humanity and are doing their best to squeeze people out.

What do you want to achieve by committing suicide?

Want the Japanese to be less cruel?

To win mercy from Western capitalists?

It's really ridiculous. You just keep falling down to laugh off their big teeth. Without their teeth, they will starve to death, right?

Even if you are not afraid of committing suicide, why not pick up a knife and assassinate the British? One life for one, no more needed. After exchanging dozens of lives for Western capitalists, the British have to kneel down and call you daddy.

If you commit suicide by crossing the sea, what else can you gain besides gaining a reputation as a strong man?

The American devils brazenly invaded other countries. Less than 300 people died in the war, but the number of casualties in irregular combat reached thousands. Guess what? They can't stand it anymore.

It's the same now, especially when the dead are not soldiers. British businessmen are being assassinated every two days. They really can't stand it and have to evacuate if they don't want to.

Of course, this was an impossible task. From top to bottom, the Qing government was not afraid of foreigners.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Zhao Chuanxin asked loudly: What's the matter? Do you think you are great by committing suicide? You don't dare to commit suicide for another life? What's the matter? The British life is more valuable than yours, so you can't do it?

He pressed forward step by step, taking a step forward, and all the students took a step back.

When it was time to retire, someone shouted again: But we are not big soldiers...

Then suicide is your duty? If you are asked to deal with foreigners, it will be windy or rainy. If you are asked to commit suicide and go on strike, you will be full of energy. Zhao put his words here, but whenever you face foreigners, like A true warrior who dares to face the dripping blood and the bleak life. If you die, Zhao will avenge you even though he is thousands of miles away. If you commit suicide and die, Zhao will trample on you on the Qingming Festival of the following year. The grass on the graves is dancing. If you become a traitor, Zhao will dig up your ancestral graves!

hiss……

So vicious.

These days, death is a big deal.

Those who have committed the most heinous crimes will not be held accountable even after death.

Obviously, Zhao Chuanxin had no respect for this at all.

Everyone else was scolded bloody, but only one person walked through the crowd and stood up: Mr. Zhao, you cannot instigate students to do this. Our soldiers are so poorly trained and equipped that it is difficult to compete with the big powers, let alone our students. . Our morality, knowledge, literature, music, art...even our bodies are not as good as human beings, how can we fight against them?

It was Hu Shi whom I met yesterday.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him in disbelief.

A long time ago, when discussing the past, someone told Zhao Chuanxin that this person's bones were soft, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe it.

Some people said that this person's butt was crooked, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

Now when I heard it, Zhao passed the salary letter.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him quietly: Hu Shizhi.

Remember what Zhao said today.

You are an intellectual, and I can foresee that your reputation will become bigger and bigger in the future.

Every word you say will spread.

But in the future, if I hear you spreading your weak-minded remarks, or even more outrageous things, Zhao will go find you, knock out all your teeth, and make you speechless from now on.

It's okay if Zhao Chuanxin scolds him, but it doesn't matter if he slaps him.

But Zhao Chuanxin said so calmly that it made Hu Shi's hair stand on end and shudder.

Can he keep his mouth shut?

Hu Shi didn't know.

Will Zhao Chuanxin really knock out all his teeth?

Hu Shi didn't know either.

Let’s look at the future.

But at this time, Hu Shi was really scared.

No matter how impassioned a scholar is, he will not really look down upon death.

Especially if someone dies at the hands of Zhao Chuanxin, he may remain infamy for thousands of years.

I haven't heard that Zhao Chuanxin killed any good people.

Hu Shi closed his mouth tightly.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and stopped talking to him. Instead, he said to a group of students: I'm waiting to hear the good news about your academic success and the construction of this land. Now go back to class.

There are actually many future greats present.

Because this support event is not just for students from Shanghai, but also students from surrounding districts and counties.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin didn't recognize it.

He waved his hand: Okay, let's break up the meeting, it's nothing!

After saying that, he pushed away the students and walked out, while Qu Benqiao and the others followed closely.

Qu Benqiao persuaded tactfully: Mr. Zhao, there are all literati and students here, you really shouldn't say these words. Many things I want to do here will be reported in the newspaper tomorrow. The literati's pen is as fast as a knife. Once word gets out, it will be against you. Reputation is tarnished.”

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: What the hell do I have a reputation for? Notoriety? I, Zhao Chuanxin, need a reputation?

Qu Benqiao: ...

It was his first time meeting such a person.

Everyone in the world cherishes their feathers, this is the first time I see someone making a fool of themselves.

He then thought about it and praised Zhao Chuanxin's brilliance as a man.

Only self-defeating can make people lower their expectations. Doing good deeds makes them unforgettable.

Feng Jichuan has a somewhat impulsive and passionate temper.

He put his hands together and clapped his hands: Mr. Zhao is a great person among people. He does big things without paying attention to trivial matters. Feng admires him very much. Listening to you today is better than ten years of reading.

Liu Maoshang seemed to be interested in making good friends with Zhao Chuanxin. He whispered: Mr. Zhao, Liu has a lot of eyes and ears all over the country. There are two things that Mr. Zhao may be interested in. First, the man from the Forbidden City has no bones. Big toughness. Secondly, the Japanese have recently been ready to take action. They have set up agencies in Liaoyuan and other places outside the customs, surveyed and mapped everywhere, and colluded with the Mongolian flag. It is obvious that they have ulterior motives...

Neither Cixi nor Zhao Chuanxin could deal with them.

So he felt that Zhao Chuanxin would be interested in these two things.

But Zhao Chuanxin smiled calmly: Cixi, that old immortal, will blow out the lamp and pull out the wax next year.

Zhao took his apprentices to travel around the country. He expected to meet not only the Japanese in the deserts and grasslands, but also the Tsarist Russians. Then he would send them down below to wait for Cixi.

Feng Jichuan was stunned: I have always heard that Mr. Zhao is known as a mage. Could it be that Mr. Zhao has calculated that the person in the Forbidden City will die? But at the beginning of the year?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled mysteriously: About winter.

The three people's bodies were shaken.

Liu Maoshang and Qu Benqiao were doubtful, but Feng Jichuan, an old fan who admired Zhao Chuanxin, was convinced: This is a big deal...

The return of the old immortal is not a big deal, don't care about these details. Zhao Chuanxin raised his wrist and looked at his watch: It's getting late, Zhao still wants to go west to get the scriptures... ah no, it's a trip, That’s my farewell.”

After saying that, without waiting for the three people to react, they put their hands in their pockets and walked away leisurely to the west.