The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Teleporting back to the insertion point of Liu Jinzao's mansion, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the severed hand and threw it on the ground.

Liu Jinzao was waiting here. Only a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared again.

He also brought back a bloody severed hand.

Liu Jinzao stepped back in shock: Whose hand is this?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him coldly: Alex Roy, an American who looks after the Moganshan villas, do you recognize him?

This... Liu Jinzao was shocked: I recognize it.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the Taishi chair, crossed his legs, and relit the cut cigar: I am a lazy person, but I have an impulsive personality and a bad mouth. I have constantly offended people since I was a child. I am either fighting or fighting. on the road. But I never bully the weak.

What Zhao Chuanxin said was true.

He never showed mercy to others in his words and deeds.

Liu Jinzao was horrified by the sight of Zhao Chuanxin.

He stammered: Mr. Zhao has a charming temperament, has the spirit of ancient times, and has the courage of virtue...

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of cigarette, interrupted him and continued: Many people have seen my character flaws and used their conscience to encourage me to stand up for the truth, but their actions are mocking me for being punished. Until one day, this No one in the world dares or can punish me. But I know that these people are sanctimonious, but deep down they are evil.

Liu Jinzao's expression changed dramatically.

This is insinuating him.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar between his fingers and pointed at Liu Jinzao: You are so brave, really. You dare to take advantage of me, Zhao Chuanxin.

Liu Jinzao couldn't help but take a step back: I don't know what Mr. Zhao is talking about...

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and interrupted him again: I have changed my mind. When doing business with others, I want everyone to make a profit. When doing business with you, I want you to give me the cost price. If you dare to make a profit from me, If you split the money, I will use your hands and feet to pay for it.

Liu Jinzao's hands and feet were cold. At this time, he was already convinced that the person in front of him was Zhao Chuanxin.

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, no one would be so domineering.

He believes that taking advantage of Zhao Chuanxin is not a crime, and it does not lead to disability.

But he didn't dare to refute.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: You must transport the first batch of silk and satin worth 10,000 taels of silver to your house. I will pick it up later, and the second batch of silk and satin worth 20,000 taels of silver will be shipped to Lubin Mansion. The accounts have been recorded clearly. If you ask me for a penny more, my hands and feet will be cut off.

Liu Jinzao felt bitter in his mouth when he heard that Zhao Chuanxin wanted such a large amount.

He really didn't care if Zhao Chuanxian came and went for business, but if Zhao Chuanxin asked for goods too frequently, it would crowd out their business.

This incident arose out of a plot to buy a house for Zhao Chuanxin. Liu Jinzao thought a lot in the blink of an eye, and he made a decision immediately: Mr. Zhao, Liu is willing to offer a house, all he wants is...

No need. Zhao Chuanxin walked out with a cigar in his mouth: I like Moganshan, Han Mingde, right? Summer vacation party, right? Haha.

Liu Jinzao was speechless.

After a lot of calculations, in the end everything came to nothing.

…

The so-called summer vacation party is nothing more than an unofficial organization organized by businessmen from the United States, Germany, France, Japan, and Russia to privately occupy Mogan Mountain.

Just like the Dongling Society in Beidaihe.

Even though it is just a private organization, it still leaves the local government helpless.

Because it is inconvenient to build houses and no one has the spare money to build houses here, foreigners have the upper hand.

What they occupy is their territory.

It's okay if it involves one or two families, but once it involves five or six countries, the local officials will be scared to death.

Lake - the capital of the state, summer resort.

There is usually only one person jointly hired by foreign real estate developers from many countries to guard the place, so it is very quiet.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall Chinese man wearing jeans walked in.

Summer party?

The clerk frowned: This is not the place you should be.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the man's hair and pulled him out from behind the table: You're quite crazy about the blanch!

Shet, I'm British...

Zhao Chuanxin took his palm and pressed it on the table, took out a long foreign nail, held it in his palm, pressed it with his thumb, and smashed it down.

laugh……

Ouch...

Take out the hammer and hit it hard.

Ouch...

This is more cruel than a wooden peg.

Blood flowed down the table, and the room was filled with howls as brutal as a slaughtered pig.

If you tell me again, I'll nail your other hand too.

The man put his good right hand into his mouth, biting the knuckle of his index finger in pain.

After finally recovering, his lips trembled: No, I won't scream anymore...

Who allowed you to stop Chinese people from purchasing real estate in Mogan Mountain?

This... is a custom.

You decide?

No, no, sir, it doesn't matter what I say. Every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. You can go to Mr. Bell.

Where is he?

The mansion next to Lions Bridge.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards the door.

The man was anxious: Help me...

His hand was nailed to the table and he couldn't pull it out at all.

I won't die for a while. If I continue to mourn, someone will hear me.

...

At the Lion Bridge Mansion, the British businessman Bell was talking to Liu Shouchun, the regimental defense guard of Huzhou Prefecture.

Liu Shouchun said anxiously: Mr. Baylor, you must give us a helping hand. Those unscrupulous people have contacted Shen Zidun, the minister of punishment in the capital, and want to punish us.

At this time, the Chinese translated bell as Baylor, which has some pinyin meaning.

Bell shrugged: Master Liu, we have no right to interfere with your official affairs.

Liu Shouchun couldn't believe it: In the past two years, I have colluded with the people for you and pretended to be a landlord to buy land. You have benefited a lot. You can't ignore us at this time...

Bell knocked on the table dissatisfied: Sir, we are doing a legitimate and reasonable business. We have not broken any laws. I just asked you to help buy land. I did not instigate you to use unfair means. That was your own decision.

Liu Shouchun was fuming, and he swallowed his anger and said: You are just British businessmen, you are called civilians in our country. But in the past, I treated you with great respect. If we bumped into each other on the road, the bearers would give way. How could you do such a thing? Something?

When Bell heard this, he was not only ungrateful but also snorted: Sir, I need to remind you that every time I purchase land, I will pay you a commission. You should respect the sponsor.

you……

At this time, the door was pushed open.

The two looked at each other in astonishment.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said, This is how you treat foreigners as dogs. Capitalists only care about profits. What a terrible thing. You are really terrible. You actually colluded with foreigners to harm your own people.

Liu Shouchun, who was already holding back his anger, exploded on the spot after hearing this: You are so presumptuous, who do you think you are...

He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and cursed.

Gaba.

With a crisp sound, Liu Shouchun's index finger bent upward in an exaggerated manner.

ah……

Zhao Chuanxin kicked him out.

Click...

Liu Shouchun's right knee bent backward.

Kicked the dog's legs off.

Ouch...

Liu Shouchun rolled his eyes and fainted.

Bell quarreled and retreated: You, what do you want to do? I am British...

The British are paralyzing you. Zhao Chuanxin picked up the phone on the table and hit Bell on the cheek.

Boom.

Bell's head felt dizzy, and before he could regain his consciousness, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

A nail nailed his hand to the table.

Ouch...

He let out the same scream as Liu Shouchun before he fell into coma.

I heard that you are in charge of the summer vacation and will not allow Chinese to enter Moganshan? Zhao Chuanxin sat on the table with his butt half pulled up and turned around to ask Bell.

Bell's painful forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his foreign nail cap: What do you want me to ask you?

Ouch... Bell was in terrible pain: Yes, it's me.

My name is Zhao Chuanxin, have you heard of me?

Bell's blood ran cold: I heard it, I heard it, Mr. Zhao, I didn't offend you...

From now on, Moganshan will be owned by me personally. If you build houses in violation of regulations, you will have to pay a fine. Villa No. 545 will have to pay at least 5,000 yuan.

This is purely a lion's mouth.

This is against the law, Bell shouted.

The Fa is taught now? You built houses and occupied land privately. Why didn't you teach the Fa then?

Moganshan is their privately owned land and they built houses illegally. This is undoubtedly true.

There is also no law that can be followed to prevent Chinese people from buying real estate there.

Zhao Chuanxin did not go around breaking the rules. Rules are essential for development.

He only breaks those unreasonable rules, or the unequal rules established by foreigners, or the newly established unequal rules for foreigners.

Bell said loudly: That is an unclaimed wasteland.

Aren't you going to be stubborn with me? Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: Beat the stubborn ones to death, and drown the ones who know how to deal with water.

He pressed Bell's head on the table and raised the hammer.

Bell was so frightened that he peed and pooped.

Mr. Zhao, spare your life, don't kill me, I am willing to give up the villa, I am willing...

It's too late, who told you to be so stubborn?

Zhao Chuanxin struck down with a hammer.

Click...

No more noise.

…

The right eyelid of Xia Lutong, the prefect of Huzhou Prefecture, kept twitching.

Hey, what's going on? He tore off the edge of the rice paper on the case and stuck it to his eyelids.

There was a sudden noise outside.

Xia Lutong frowned: What's the fuss about?

A clerk came in hurriedly: It's not good, Lord Magistrate, a thief broke into the government office.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the collar of a soldier stationed at the yamen gate and made him hit the doorpost. With a bang, the soldier fell to the ground exhausted.

Xia Lutong's eyelids jumped so fast that the edges of the rice paper fell off.

Be bold!

Zhao Chuanxin pulled away the clerk and raised his hand to give Xia Lutong a mouthful: What a shame! Look what you did. You let foreigners take over Moganshan. You don't even dare to let out a fart. ?”

Xia Lutong staggered after being slapped, and the mark of the slap quickly overcame the original expression on his face.

He couldn't open his mouth in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at his forehead and said: Listen up, I am Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture. I was passing by and found that foreigners had occupied Moganshan and built private villas wantonly. Anyway, you, the prefect of Huzhou Prefecture, are a bitch. No, it is better to give it to me than to the foreigners. From now on, Moganshan will belong to me, Zhao Chuanxin. I will deal with these foreigners and issue the documents immediately and sign them.

Xia Lutong was even more shocked. He murmured: This, this is against the rules. Why is it that Magistrate Zhao is not in office? How...

Why are you running around?

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him again with his backhand: It's none of your business. In one sentence, come out or not. Come out, you will live. If you don't come out, you will have two legs broken. Whether you can survive depends on fate.

Xia Lutong was a rat, so he immediately said: Come on, issue a document to Mr. Zhao quickly...

Zhao Chuanxin waited for them to finish writing, and it was already dark.

The government officials made a lot of noise.

Not long after, Xiantai from the police station came in a hurry with the police, surrounded the government office, and shouted inside: Listen to the thieves inside, let the magistrate go quickly, you can't escape with your wings...

Zhao Chuanxin signed, stamped and stamped his private seal.

Once completed, the handover of Moganshan will be completed.

From now on, this will be Zhao Chuanxin's private property.

He blew the ink dry, put it away and said, Do you want them to get lost, or do you want me to do it myself?

Xia Lutong hurriedly said: Let me... let me come.

He went out, and after a while, the police actually dispersed.

Xia Lutong didn't dare to run.

He knew more than others. He knew that Zhao Chuanxin went to Hankou and scuttled and damaged a Japanese and German gunboat.

He even knew about An Qing and that there was an unknown force that prevented the Qing army from pursuing the rebels, but it did not hurt anyone.

He guessed that it was Zhao Chuanxin who did it.

According to the route, it is not unusual at all for Zhao Chuanxin to arrive at the capital of Huzhou.

So he didn't even have any doubts and concluded that the person in front of him was Zhao Chuanxin. He neither resisted nor tried to escape. In front of Zhao Chuanxin, all these efforts were useless.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised that this man knew current affairs, and said with a playful smile: You are quite smart, but you haven't done many smart things.

Xia Lutong said meaningfully: When huge waves surge into the sky, if you can't go against the trend, you can only go with it.

He said so, and he did so.

During the turmoil three years later, he escaped from the land of right and wrong as quickly as possible and gave up the capital of Huzhou without any resistance. This shows that his keen sense of smell is far beyond ordinary people.

One can never be accused of running for his life quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin would never embarrass such a person.

He said: I came here to ask you to give a message to the foreigners and their dogs - I, Zhao Chuanxin, killed the man. From now on, all villas in Moganshan will pay fines. Villa No. 545 will be owned by Moganshan Property Office, if you don’t register or pay the fine, your house will be confiscated.”

Xia Lutong was very clever. He didn't even ask Zhao Chuanxin who he killed.

He just nodded sharply: Zhifu Zhao, I will definitely bring the message to you.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said: In the future, there will be a permanent complaint mailbox in front of the villa No. 545 in Moganshan. Please pass the word on. Anyone who has an injustice involving foreigners around the Huzhou capital can write it. Anonymous letter delivery, once I find out that the situation is true, I will definitely give justice to our people.

Xia Lutong's pupils shrank.

If I blanch it, foreigners will be in trouble!

Zhao Chuanxin not only occupied the mountains and houses, but also wanted to harvest the power of faith in this three-acre area of ​​Huzhou capital.

…

Lubin Mansion.

Rebecca Levi wears a loose mint green Song-style diagonal collar brocade dress with small clusters of flower hairpins on her upper body, a black silk jacquard disc-button skirt underneath, and a pair of delicate suede half-waist boots on her feet. Wearing a brown baseball cap and matching boots.

People who have not been influenced by fashion will never have the taste of Lugang Town.

Rebecca Levi's outfit is all produced in Lugang Town and must be of high quality, especially the brocade clothes, which are full of Chinese elements, but are 110 million times better than the ugly clothes of the Qing court. Paired with a skirt and boots, not only is it not out of the ordinary now, but in the 20s of the 21st century, he would have been a fashion expert. It is definitely better than the slogan in a certain red book: Question white women, understand white women, and become white women. The big dump cups of White Girl are ten thousand times more eye-catching.

She is teaching English to Yao Bing.

Yao Bing said: Yao Dada said that the Chinese language is broad and profound, and English is a half-baked language. It's okay not to learn it.

Yao Dada is Yao Jia.

Rebecca Levi frowned.

It's not that she thinks her mother tongue is good, but that Yao Jia is too extreme.

She thought for a while and said, Your master actually likes Chinese culture very much. He always plays with jade pendants when he has nothing to do, and often secretly practices calligraphy. However, the jade pendants he carves include traditional Chinese mythical beasts, such as Pixiu, and what he calls abstract art. His works include some lines that are messy at first glance but full of charm when detailed. He sometimes wears long gowns, but more often wears work clothes or suits. He often hides in secret to practice calligraphy, but does not practice calligraphy with calligraphy, but writes with hard pen. The charm is still the charm of the soft pen. Why do you think this is?

Yao Bing scratched his head: Why?

In fact, he didn't want to think about this at all.

Rebecca Levi is persuasive: Because your master keeps up with the times, he appears arrogant, but inside he is very humble. He knows that the hard pen will definitely replace the soft pen, so he only practices hard pen. He knows that wearing a toga is a big step. Shou has no advantage in either workmanship or fighting, so he rarely wears robes. He knows that art is constantly evolving, so he does not stick to tradition. He keeps pace with the times based on tradition.

Should we learn from anyone whose stuff is good? Yao Bing understood somewhat.

Nodding, Rebecca Levi smiled: Yes, Beanbao, you said it very well, this is called practicality.

Yao Bing was encouraged and his mind became more active.

He asked: Can it be said that Yao was wrong?

He's right, he just doesn't understand English well enough. An ordinary sentence in Chinese can be impressive when translated into English, and an ordinary sentence in English can be equally amazing when translated into Chinese.

Yao Bing knew little about Chinese studies or English, and he was obviously confused.

Rebecca Levi took out a piece of paper and wrote a line of English and a line of Chinese characters.

She said: Look, let's say the simplest thing. Suppose you have a stomachache and don't want to go to school. I tell you, take some stomach medicine at night and go to school tomorrow. The translation into English can be - Duse of magnesia for you tonight and school tomorrow. I think English is sophisticated and beautiful at this time. Let's talk about a sentence in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream - Like far off mountains turned into clouds. Your master thinks it should be translated into Chinese - The distant mountains are like clouds! I think Chinese characters are sophisticated and beautiful at this time.

Yao Bing has learned a lot of Chinese characters and English. Although he cannot recognize them all, he understands them roughly. He admired them and said, Auntie, you are really amazing. You understand everything.

Rebecca Levi was embarrassed by what he said: If you want to talk about being great, your master is great. He knows war, art, sculpture, cooking, carpentry, blacksmithing, fighting, firearms, economics, and can play piano. He plays guitar and piano, can sing, and he even knows how to tell people's fortunes... He is proficient in Chinese and English, can carry out simple Japanese conversations, and can also speak some Russian and Korean. He can write beautiful regular script and cursive script, and can also write beautiful Gothic script in English. Many people say he is lazy, he just spends his time on things that interest him.

Maybe even Zhao Chuanxin himself would blush after hearing this.

But after blushing, I must say something boldly: I can even understand a dog.

After hearing this, Yao Bing suddenly became confused.

He didn't know what many of these words were, but he felt that the master was so awesome.

…

The awesome master Zhao Chuanxin set off from Huzhou capital non-stop, speeding on the sea, and took nearly four hours to arrive at the Xuantian Sect branch in Aodao.

I thought there was no one here, but Li Ziyu was still working in the branch building, and even his secretary didn't get off work.

The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous when Zhao Chuanxin walked in.

It seems that something good has been broken.

He coughed: Hmm...what the hell, go get me some food.

The secretary jumped up on the spot, and Li Ziyu was furious.

Li Ziyu, the elder, legal advisor and deputy head of Xuantian Sect, said dissatisfiedly: Head, you didn't say a word when you came, or even knocked on the door. This is too rude.

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his hands behind his back, with a serious face: Go to work when you go to work, and go to get off work when you get off work. Isn't it a waste of public funds to light lamps and boil oil like this? It is really unreasonable. Xuantianzong's life is so tight that you are used to being extravagant. It’s wasted.”

Li Ziyu doesn’t take the blame for this: “Our Macao Island branch supports 70% of the capital output from Hong Kong Island.”

But the secretary's eyes widened - the careless man in front of him was... the head of Xuantian Sect, Zhao Chuanxin?