The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

This is not 90 silver dollars. Isn’t this packed with hundreds of silver dollars?

However, Zhao Chuanxin continued to hold on.

After a while, at least one-third of the silver dollars were missing from the box.

As if he noticed that the translator was watching, Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him and made a mouth gesture that clearly read the word idiot.

But the translator doesn’t understand.

Even the people watching felt something was wrong.

The translator finally couldn't help it and muttered something in the Japanese officer's ear.

The Japanese officer suddenly turned his head.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin, who was always paying attention to the translator's reaction, had already stood up and stopped taking it.

He waved the bag in his hand towards the Japanese officer: Okay, I'm full.

The officer looked at Zhao Chuanxin and then at the box, his throat trembling suddenly as he swallowed saliva.

What the hell.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: Your Excellency, you don't keep your word, do you? You asked me to fill it up. Now that I'm full, you won't let me take it away, right? You can trust a tree, old iron.

Japanese officer: ...

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Chuanxin put the bag in his pocket and walked out.

At the same time, he also raised his fist and shouted loudly: Down with the Russians, drive away the Russians...

The common people followed and shouted: Down with the Russians!

Seeing this, the Japanese officer was too embarrassed to say anything else.

He watched Zhao Chuanxin leave in a swaggering manner.

The Japanese officer finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled a Japanese soldier over and whispered in his ear: Hurry up and catch up with that man on horseback. He has taken away at least two thousand yuan. No, it's more than that...

When the Japanese soldier heard this, he trembled all over.

Damn it, are you so awesome?

Does this allow him to be taken away with such swagger?

Must be chased back!

He hurried to get the horse, mounted it and whipped it like crazy.

After running for several miles, the horses were tired, but the man was still nowhere to be seen.

At this time, the Japanese soldier suddenly realized something. He turned around and saw the man riding a horse on the top of the hill and smiling at him.

He frowned, and just as he was about to take the gun, the man raised his gun one step ahead of him.

boom!

The short Japanese soldier fell!

Zhao Chuanxin went down the mountain, collected all his knives, guns and ammunition, and walked away.

Along the coastal road, Xingyue walked slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin hummed the song happily: Johnny boy Johnny boy, We're bound for stormy weather. Johnny boy Johnny boy, Better wish your lads farewell.

Somewhere out far away, We're sailing on together...

Can you be unhappy with thousands of dollars in technology in your pocket?

Is the money exchanged for a few broken cavalry swords so easy to earn? As long as the Russians give him a chance, he can have as much as he wants.

He remembered the line from that skit: Go back and change a stretcher and continue selling it next year.

Go back and collect some epaulettes and so on, and then continue to exchange for a few thousand silver dollars.

happy.

But some people feel their hearts go up and down after listening to this song.

This person's name is Si Daide, who works as a study secretary at the General Taxation Department of Customs in Beijing. He likes to travel the most, taking photos everywhere with a camera, usually in series.

After the Russo-Japanese War started, he wanted to visit the three eastern provinces.

After ensuring that I was safe, I finally got what I wanted.

I was preparing to visit the rear of the battlefield in Japan. On the way, I heard someone singing in a language he was familiar with. I couldn't help but put my head in and listen carefully.

Especially after hearing the phrase Johnny say goodbye, a feeling of homelessness suddenly filled the air.

Isn't this song written just for people like him who are working hard away from home for their ideals and ambitions?

This person understands me.

Sidde thought so.

But at first glance, the singer turned out to be a Chinese.

This Chinese was different from most of the Chinese he had seen. He was very tall, had a strange hat on his head, and wore glasses that looked slightly elegant. He was wearing a shirt and a vest, and the vest was full of ammunition.

This man is very handsome and has a free and easy air about him.

He couldn't help but say hello: Hello, this song is very good.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his hat and gave him a slight salute.

Just when Sid thought this man was polite, he heard him say: How nice is it? Are you very touched? Since you are so touched, why not give me your four-wheeled carriage?

Sidde: ...

Am I familiar with you?

What? No? Why are you so picky?

Sidde: ...

He quickly said: This car is not mine, I just rented it.

The driver seemed to be a Russian.

The four-wheeled carriage was not the first in the West, but the four-wheeled carriage that could turn was a Western patent. Zhao Chuanxin couldn't buy it in China, but I really wanted it after seeing it.

So he rolled his eyes and immediately took out his gun: Robbery!

Sidde: ...

The Russian who was driving the car was stunned and immediately wanted to grab a gun. In fact, his gun was at his feet.

Bang bang!

The Russian covered his two broken fingers and howled miserably.

Get out of the car, now!

Seeing that the opponent's marksmanship was superb, Si Dai quickly raised his hands and got out of the car obediently.

Generally speaking, Chinese people are groveling when they see foreigners. Even if they encounter a bandit with a beard, as long as they reveal their identity as Americans, they generally don't dare to do anything to him.

But the person in front of you doesn't want to reason with you at all, he just takes action.

Calm down, calm down!

In desperation, Si Dai started to speak English.

Zhao Chuanxin's English is not bad and he can understand some simple words. But if you want to have a conversation, then haha.

He said: Speak Chinese.

Chinese, take whatever you want. My name is Sidde, and I am the acting study secretary of the U.S. Customs and Excise Department. It will do you no good to kill me.

I thought if I had known it was so dangerous, I would never have come to the Northeast.

Zhao Chuanxin really knows this person. In the future, he will be the U.S. Consul General in Fengtian.

But so what?

Zhao Chuanxin blew the barrel of the gun, turned the revolver in a circle between his fingers, and quickly put it back into the holster: Mr. Secretary, don't be afraid, I think everything should be considered for the better. For example, there is no benefit in killing you. , but there’s no harm in it!”

Sidde: ...

There is a suffocating rush!

Sidde added: Chinese, I don't think you can let money and material things blind you to your reason. After all, I am an American citizen. If you kill me, you will have to pay the price.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: Haha, the only things that can blind my reason are money and material things.

Sidde continued: Robbery is wrong. Robbery cannot make you rich. Temporary robbery can only bring temporary happiness.

Zhao Chuanxin said in surprise: Huh? That's not what you said when the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China. As the saying goes, robbery is fun for a while, and robbery is always fun. I still have to learn from you.

Sidde finally collapsed: What do you want? Do you have to kill me?

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: I don't have to kill you, I just will definitely kill you.

Sidde: I surrender, I am willing to hand over all my wealth.

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted happily, took out the rope, first took away the pistol from Si Deide, then tied him up and tied him to a big tree by the roadside.

After that, he whittled another piece of wood and wrote with a pen: Yankee Sidde is here for a visit!

After thinking for a while, he wrote a line of small characters below: Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand - Cheng Kun!

I wish you all a Happy New Year!

It’s Chinese New Year, have fun, let’s post ten chapters.