Rebirth of the Northern Giants

Mr. Li touched his chin inexplicably, looked at Bai Weiwei's slightly meaningful smile, waved his hands, and said repeatedly: "I'm really not drunk."

Am I drunk?It seemed that he was a little drunk.

When Mr. Li was struggling, Tian Xiali, the host of the dinner, and a group of ministers from other countries finally arrived late. Ye Zhikui glanced at it for a while, but he didn't expect Hirobumi Ito and the French minister Grelis to follow him. What surprised him was that , I saw Zhao Bingjun walking in with the three of them smiling.

Ye Zhikui lowered his head slightly, pretending to be serious about eating.

While Tian Xiali greeted everyone in the hall with a smile, he did not neglect the three distinguished guests behind him.

"Mr. Zhao, this is your first time to our banquet. I will introduce you later." Tian Xiali said with a smile. He was quite satisfied with the invitation of this powerful figure in the capital.

Zhao Bingjun searched around with his long and narrow red phoenix eyes, then narrowed his eyes, squeezed out a few smiles, pointed to a few Chinese with braids and mandarin jackets, and replied: "Mr. I didn't expect Mr. Minister to invite so many celebrities from our country, which surprised me."

Although the military government did not force everyone to cut their hair and wear clothes easily, most of the people spontaneously cut off their braids and took off mandarin jackets and other clothing with obvious Manchu tendencies. These guys with braids are obviously a group of old and stubborn people. .

"There, there, Mr. Zhao is the most honored guest. How can they compare with you? Although they used to be very beautiful, now they only have a few dollars left." Tian Xiali smiled sarcastically.

"People's desires are endless, and they always hope to recover what they have lost one day. I am afraid that they will think about other things besides money, such as power, and these will need weapons to support them. Am I right, minister?" Sir." Zhao Bingjun glanced at Tian Xiali pointedly, and said unhurriedly.

Tian Xiali shrugged, waved his hands and said, "Mr. Zhao, we Americans have always done legitimate business."

Ito Hirobumi was a step behind Zhao Bingjun, and gave Zhao Bingjun a cold look.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bingjun seemed to have a very keen sense. He glanced behind suspiciously, and Hirobumi Ito showed a childlike smile, "Mr. Zhao, there is an old saying in China that there is wine today and drunk today. Since we are at a banquet, we can only talk about it." It's a storm."

Zhao Bingjun smiled and apologized and said: "Thank you Ito-kun for reminding me, I almost spoiled the atmosphere here, let's go, let's go and have fun.".

Volume Two

Tian Xiali led the three of them to the middle of the hall, clapped their hands, and fell silent for a moment, all of them focused their eyes on the very center.

Tian Xiali smiled with satisfaction, and then said loudly: "Everyone, there are three distinguished guests who came to our banquet today. Who are they? Mr. Zhao Bingjun, please give them a warm applause."

While clapping his hands, Mr. Li began to gossip, and suddenly leaned into Ye Zhikui's ear, chuckled, and said softly, "I heard that Mr. Zhao is out of business."

Ye Zhikui frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "A gentleman never exposes others' faults, not to mention Chief Zhao was injured on duty."

"Uh," Mr. Li glanced at Ye Zhikui speechlessly, Xiao Mian, you little boy who eats soft food and pretends to be serious with me.

After the applause fell, Tian Xiali smiled at the corner of his mouth, suddenly yelled, and asked, "Everyone, what time is it now?"

Zhao Bingjun, who came here for the first time, was really taken aback by his crazy yelling, but his eyes were always on those Manchus.

"Prom time!" Those foreigners, men and women, responded with cheers.

"Now, let's move." After Tian Xiali finished speaking, the pianist played a piece of dance music, and the lights became dim. Of course, the dances in this era were not so wild, and ballroom dances were danced on formal occasions.

Tian Xiali looked at the three of them, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have found my goal. Have fun."

Gralis glanced at Zhao Bingjun and Ito Hirobumi, and finally smiled charmingly at Zhao Bingjun, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, how about we dance together?"

Zhao Bingjun shuddered involuntarily, quickly dodged a few times, and disappeared.

Ito Hirobumi is lustful, without Tian Xiali's words, he has already started to search for women in the hall, foreigner women, filter, over 25, filter, body is too tall, filter.

Suddenly, Ito's pupils dilated, and his graceful figure looked even more alluring under the dim light. The exquisite curves of the women were carefully drawn with delicate pens, like a moving Chinese landscape painting, covering from the neckline to the ankles, but cutting from the ankles. Opening a branch to the waist, it is hidden because of the shelter, and it adds imagination because of the leak.

What makes a woman show off generously is the beautiful eyes; what is wrapped up is the woman's plump buttocks and slender waist.Provocative, opaque.

Ito couldn't bear it and was about to walk over, he was already impotent and found himself ready to move, wait!At that time, Ito suddenly found that the woman was smiling at a person, and that person seemed to be.

Ito wiped his eyes, took a closer look in disbelief, and then was shocked, yes, it was Ye Zhikui.

Ito Hirobumi was obviously impressed by the person he thought about day and night, even if Ye Zhikui had turned into ashes now, he would still recognize him, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him from head to toe, making him completely soaked.

Then take a closer look, there seem to be many waiters walking back and forth around Ye Zhikui.Immediately, Ito Hirobumi lost all desire to hunt for beauty, and walked towards the entrance of the hall dejectedly.

"Mr. Ito, why did you go back?" Gralis knew this veteran at banquets and dances, and a frequent visitor to the sex scene. He used to follow the British envoy, but now he followed behind himself and the Yankee. Today unexpectedly left first.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, the old man feels a little unwell, so I will go ahead and say goodbye to Mr. Tian Xiali on my behalf." Ito Hirobumi said a little depressed.

Gralis had no interest in this old guy, shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile: "Then I won't give it away."

Not to mention that Ito Hirobumi saw Ye Zhikui leaving depressedly, but said that Zhao Bingjun walked towards several Manchus without haste.

"The vicious dogs of the military government seem to be coming."

"Damn it, there are his people everywhere, Zhao Gou is really haunted."

"Have those people been dealt with cleanly? He won't find anything."

"Don't worry, if I come forward, I won't leave any clues."

"That's good, let's go back?"

"It seems that we are guilty when we go back. Let's see what he wants to do."

"That's right!"

Then, the few people sat quietly as if nothing had happened, and Zhao Bingjun walked up to them after a short while, and then sat down beside them.

"Good wine! I didn't expect foreign wine to be so strong. I just don't know that some Chinese people are not used to drinking it. Of course, it is possible that he does not consider himself a Chinese." Zhao Bingjun's gloomy face showed a satisfied smile, and he put down his hands goblet.

"Qing, Man Qing, the remnants of the Man Qing, I heard that there are a few people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and set up some kind of social party, Liang Bi, I don't know if I'm right?" Zhao Bingjun's eyes turned cold, like a lone wolf looking at food , looking at a young man in his 20s.

"Chairman Zhao is joking. We are good citizens of the military government. The Zongshe Party is just a literary society, an organization that specializes in the study of Manchu culture. The military government advocates equality among the five ethnic groups. Wouldn't it even manage a cultural organization?" Bi replied calmly, but his heart was turbulent. The Zongshe Party had not been established for a month, and Zhao Gou had already got the news, but he didn't know how much inside information he knew.

The Zongshe Party is a group formed by some young Manchus who are unwilling to fail. With the passage of time and the investigation of some interested people, the truth of the bloody night in the capital seems to be becoming clearer, far from what the military government advertised. The Boxer Rebellion was as simple as that.On the contrary, Ye Zhikui, the head of the military government, is inseparable.

Some Manchus who hated the Boxers slowly transferred their hatred to Ye Zhikui and the military government. On the surface, they were all good citizens of the military government, but they would stir up trouble whenever they had the opportunity.

"Liangbi, Yulang and Tieliang, why don't you live a good life! You know, living is worse than dying." Zhao Bingjun took out a dagger.

The three of them were a little terrified, what did this Zhao Gou want to do, dare to commit murder at an American banquet, and there was no reason or evidence.

Tie Liang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the muscles all over his body tensed up, if there was any accident, he would run away immediately.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bingjun slowly took the dagger and cut the steak on the table, "Foreigners' knives are too small, so the dagger is more convenient to use."

The three breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Foreigners like their steak to be medium-rare. It tastes special, but I don't know how it tastes like human meat." Zhao Bingjun then said lightly.

Taking advantage of other people's inattention, Wang Xiaosheng walked into Ye Zhikui's side again, and whispered in his ear: "Zhao Bingjun is talking to some Manchu people, do you want him to come and see you?"

Ye Zhikui raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about him, let him do his own thing."

Wang Xiaosheng walked away knowingly.