Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "There are more tricks? Then I have to give it a try."

He didn't even ask the two about Aoki Nobujun's whereabouts because there was no need.

John Watson and his friend begged Zhao Chuanxin to leave their contact information so that they could visit him another day.

The school where Gulizar studied was called Xuantian Girls' Academy, located at the foot of Taiping Mountain, where every inch of land is valuable. The principal was a woman from Guangdong named Du Qingchi.

This person is also a feminist, but not as radical and resilient as Tang Qunying.

She had run a girls' school for many years, and once founded the Yifeng Girls' School. She gave public speeches, but was slandered and attacked by local men, who said that the Yifeng Girls' School was a leprosy school.

Zhao Chuanxin is neither a male chauvinist nor a feminist. He is tolerant and allows the development of multiculturalism.

But he has stated many times publicly or in movies that he opposes discrimination and the degradation of the status of women.

Although Lao Zhao is not the one who has the final say, his iron fist is not just for show.

At least Li Guangzong followed his lead.

So they immediately decided to invest in building a girls' school. Now it has been two years, and Du Qingchi was hired as the principal.

Anyone who dares to attack her should be careful of the adjudication team in work clothes and armed with pistols who will come to her house to reason with her.

The Arbitration Group is an entity that neither the black and white worlds dare to provoke in Hong Kong and Macau. On the island of Macau, it is the local absolute military agency, responsible for both defense and public security, and has the power to use artillery and warships.

At first, Du Qingchi went to see Li Guangzong every few days. At first, he just said that he wanted to expand the girls' school. Li Guangzong contacted the British governor without hesitation to buy land and invest money.

Later, Du Qingchi set up an Academic Affairs Office to be responsible for the academic affairs of the entire school, and Li Guangzong immediately hired someone.

Du Qingchi requested to build a library and hire a library director, and Li Guangzong agreed.

Du Qingchi expressed his desire to give a speech and organize recreational activities to promote women's rights, and Li Guangzong sent people to escort her and set up a podium, etc.

Du Qingchi was convinced and had a great liking for Li Guangzong, and wanted to improve himself.

Li Guangzong was always thinking about Liu Jiahui and turned a blind eye to this.

Because of Li Guangzong's strong support, Du Qingchi was too embarrassed to ask for permission again, but Xuantian Girls' Academy grew bigger and bigger.

Zhao Chuanxin bought a separate courtyard for Gulizar near the academy and hired an old nanny to take care of her.

The two men returned to the villa and saw a foreigner sitting in the yard.

This Englishman was none other than the director Herbert Ponting, who was sitting on a chair under a jacaranda tree and looking around.

Although this courtyard is small, it is beautiful. It is mainly in Chinese style with blue bricks and black tiles. The front hall has a whole piece of glass with a wooden frame sliding door, through which you can see the neat dining table, chairs, carpet and other items inside.

The yard is flat, with anti-slip grooves on the stone bricks and a gutter. Rainwater flows into the deliberately created low-lying areas and into the sewer.

Herbert Ponting was envious, envied the aesthetic, the layout and design here, and envied this quiet location in the bustling city.

Just as I was feeling envious, Zhao Chuanxin and Gulizar came back.

The old maid stepped forward and said, "Sir and Madam, that foreigner said he is your friend and has been here for a while."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Herbert."

"Mr. Zhao." Herbert Ponting stood up quickly.

Gulizar's eyes widened: "Brother Xin, is he the British director? You don't have time, let him shoot it."

"They work for Yao Shijie." Zhao Chuanxin disagreed.

Herbert Ponting could understand some Chinese now. He said excitedly, "Mr. Zhao, I can do it. Mr. Yao will agree. He would love it."

The weather was very hot, so Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat and hung it on a tree branch, then sat down with his bare chest.

His muscular body was the envy of Herbert Ponting.

Zhao Chuanxin had little faith in Herbert Ponting's ability to direct feature films.

He took out a stack of storyboards and handed them to Herbert Ponting: "Can you shoot it?"

Herbert Ponting's eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhao is indeed a man of great talent. All these pictures will become classics. But I don't understand why the good guys are usually on the left and the bad guys are on the right? Also, when framing, natural scenery is usually disordered, but you emphasize finding order in disorder. Why is that?"

"To please the audience. The audience likes that. Nobody likes chaos, even if it's orderly chaos."

Herbert Ponting had always wanted to go to Antarctica to shoot a landscape documentary.

After hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said, he fell into deep thought.

Being with Zhao Chuanxin always brings him new inspiration.

Herbert Ponting thought: This man is truly a genius. Whatever he wants to do, he can do it to the best of his ability.

He pointed to another shot and said, "Mr. Zhao, the deep focus here is to show all the details. I'm afraid that's difficult to do, right?"

The lenses at that time were made very crudely, and shooting had to accommodate the equipment.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "I upgraded the lens of the camera."

Zhao Chuanxin's shots include deep focus, shallow focus, and zoom. He uses focus to create a romantic atmosphere, and also uses low-angle double vision to track characters through the environment to create a romantic and relaxed atmosphere.

Herbert Ponting was amazed and said: "Mr. Zhao, this story must be about love, right?"

Gulizar's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Brother Xin, you said you didn't have time, but you were clearly planning to make a movie for me."

Otherwise, how could he draw the storyboards? Then there must be a script, it seems that he had prepared it in advance.

My heart feels as sweet as if I had eaten honey.

Herbert Ponting asked, "What is the title of this film?"

""bodyguard"."

“How much money are you prepared to invest?”

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

Herbert Ponting: "Hiss..."

Zhao Chuanxin's films set a precedent in the world, with ticket prices gradually approaching those of American five-cent theaters. Every show was packed, with a constant stream of moviegoers, and the film's vitality was extremely strong.

The Shanghai Internet Cinema has five shows a day and can earn tens of thousands of dollars a month from movie tickets alone, not to mention other related supporting industries.

So even if you spend 15 to shoot, you can still make some money.

Herbert Ponting felt that Zhao Chuanxin wanted Yao Jia to be taken advantage of: "Mr. Yao might have some concerns about spending so much money to make a movie."

"I'll pay 100,000, he'll pay 50,000, and you'll do the filming. As for the box office split, Yao Shijie will take his share, and I'll donate my share to the people in the disaster-stricken areas in China."

Herbert Ponting was shocked by Zhao Chuanxin's handwriting: "Mr. Zhao, aren't you worried about losing money?"

"Don't worry, I didn't pay for the 100,000 yuan anyway."

"..."

……

In August, heavy rains caused disasters in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui and other places. People’s houses were washed away by floods, their crops were destroyed, and there was wailing everywhere.

There were many incidents of food snatching by the people in northern Jiangsu, Anhui and other places.

You have to rob, otherwise you will starve to death.

Previously, the "Lugang Town Journal" became famous in the southern region because it sent war reporters to Yanbian and reported on the war at the first time by telegram, telephone and other means at all costs.

Other newspapers were reporting on the disaster and expressing their sympathy for the people.

However, the Lugang Town Journal took a different approach and suddenly reported that the imperial court donated 100,000 yuan to Japan for disaster relief.

The reporter was very professional. He did not exaggerate, nor did he hold back in the slightest. He reported the incident in a very impartial and neutral manner.

This is the style and attitude that major newspapers must have. They should not bother to be headline-grabbing or to take sides to attract traffic.

But this issue of the journal sold well in the southern region.

The rest of the newspapers didn't have that ethics and started to mock the newspaper in a sarcastic and ambiguous manner.

This is not finished.

Wang Daxie, the Qing Dynasty's Foreign Minister to Japan, went to the dock in person to receive the relief funds from the court to Japan. At that time, he deliberately opened the box and checked it. It was 100,000 yuan, not a penny more or less.

There were also Japanese journalists at the dock recording and reporting on this.

However, when Wang Daxie handed over the box containing the money to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the official opened the box and found that the money inside was missing.

Wang Daxie was dumbfounded: "This, this is absolutely impossible!"

The official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said grimly, "If your Highness does not want to donate this money, it is better not to make a big fuss about it."

"No, many reporters saw it at the dock. I opened the box myself. There was money inside."

"Haha, stealing and replacing pillars, sneaking through Chencang, aren't these the methods that you Chinese officials are most proficient in?"

Wang Daxie's forehead was covered with sweat. "No, I didn't touch a single cent of this money!"

"There is no point in saying more. I will notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Qing court at this time, and the truth will eventually come to light."

The angriest person was Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng.

First, it was the "Lugang Town Journal" that took the lead in reporting, which led to a bad trend and caused the people in the south to criticize and abuse the court.

Secondly, Wang Daxie lost the disaster relief money, which made the Qing court lose face and be humiliated.

Zaifeng smashed the teacups on the table and said, "This is outrageous! This is really outrageous! I order you to ban the Lugang Town Journal!"

Naturally, there had to be someone to vent one's anger on, and Lugang Town Journal was the first to bear the brunt.

After this decree was issued, officials in many places secretly disobeyed it and only after informing the local staff of the Lugang Town Journal did they search and seize the newspapers of that day and burn them.

However, the newspaper was not closed down as Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng had ordered.

Only the Governor of Huguang, Borjigit Ruicheng, personally led his troops to the Lugang Town Journal newspaper office in Hankou, preparing to confiscate the printing equipment and close down the newspaper office.

Liu Huaqiang brought his students to stop them.

Rui Cheng pointed at Liu Huaqiang and said, "Take him for me."

Liu Huaqiang was fearless: "Governor, it doesn't matter if you take me, Liu Huaqiang, but you have to think about the consequences. Governor, why don't you come in and answer the phone first."

The master whispered something in Ruicheng's ear, and Ruicheng snorted coldly: "Humph, I want to see what you are up to."

Liu Huaqiang held out his hand: "Governor, please."

Rui Cheng picked up the microphone and said, "I am Borjigit Rui Cheng, Governor of Huguang. I am from the Plain Yellow Banner. Who are you?"

"I am a red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and rainbow flag official. I am the prefect of Lubin Prefecture. I hate my old bed basket. Zhao Chuanxin."

"you……"

"What do you mean by you and me? I heard that you want to confiscate my newspaper? I am now at Mr. Ba's house in the Russian Concession in Hankou. Governor, do you want me to go over there?"

"I, I don't want you to come."

"If you don't want me to go over there, why don't you get the hell out of here? Damn it, I'm giving you some face, right?"

Ruicheng's face turned blue after being scolded, but he didn't dare to talk back. He put down the phone and walked away dejectedly.

Liu Huaqiang spat at his back: "Ah... tui! What the hell is that!"

Liu Huaqiang led the student union back to the Bagong house: "Principal, Ruicheng has left."

Zhao Chuanxin had a cigarette stuck in his ear, and his work clothes, hands and face were all covered in grease.

He groaned, and continued to sponge the car.

This is sound insulation cotton made from pressed natural sponge.

During this period, he worked on cars and motorcycles in Hankou.

Four cars need to be rubbed and one motorcycle needs to be rubbed.

"Principal, forgive me for being blunt. If all cars were built like this, I'm afraid the price would be tens of thousands of dollars, and even the rich wouldn't be willing to buy it."

This special edition car is too cool for this moment.

This kind of vehicle with a canopy is called a motorhome, which is actually the sedan of later generations.

Aluminum alloy roof with sponge sound insulation layer and cloth lining inside.

The interior is made of plastic, and without exception, there is shock-absorbing sponge underneath.

He simply built four cars based on a scaled-down version of the later SUV design.

At this time, the highest price of the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost RV reached 4000 pounds.

The convertible costs around £700.

Zhao Chuanxin turned hostile, "What did you say? Tens of thousands of dollars? Are you cursing? This car is fully shockproof and soundproofed, the interior is our most advanced celluloid and Lubinfu pure leather seats, the springs underneath are comparable to sofas, the four-cylinder engine has 48 horsepower, aluminum alloy wheels and a roof and hood, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, made them myself, so it must be worth at least 25 dollars?"

Silver Charm is nothing.

The aluminum alone is worth the money.

The use of a large amount of aluminum alloy was just to reduce the weight of the car, and he even used soft gold alloy in some places.

Of course, the actual cost is definitely not high.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin stole steel and aluminum, processed them with the old god's crucible imprint, Xingyue grew the parts, and the cutting was all done by him and Xingyue. It was just the headlights, turn signals, tires, etc. that needed to be customized, and the total cost would not be too much.

Liu Huaqiang was dumbfounded and asked, "Principal, who are you going to sell it to?"

"Sell? How can you sell something this unique?"

These are to be given away.

"Principal..." Liu Huaqiang asked with a shameless face, "Can our college imitate it?"

"Well, it's not impossible." Zhao Chuanxin put on the plastic plate and said, "Okay, I'm done. Nothing else to do. I'm leaving Hankou soon."

Liu Huaqiang saw Zhao Chuanxin washing his hands and face and asked, "Principal, where are you going?"

"Go to the capital to attend a foreigner's wedding."

"what?"

This is surprising.

Which foreigner is so powerful that he can invite the principal to his wedding?

Zhao Chuanxin washed it many times with mutton fat soap before the oil stains were completely removed.

At this time, a student said, "Principal, there is a telegram for you."

Zhao Chuanxin took it and saw that it was from Herbert Ponting.

Herbert Ponting said that he had finished filming "The Bodyguard" in Shanghai and all that was left was promotion, so he asked Zhao Chuanxin how to promote it in order to maximize the benefits.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote on the back of the paper: Let Lugang Town Journal donate the box office revenue of this movie to the disaster area as a publicity stunt, and tell the public that watching movies is equivalent to doing good deeds.

Liu Huaqiang glanced at it and exclaimed: "Principal, you are really great."

Zhao Chuanxin handed the paper to the student: "How high is it?"

This question stumped Liu Huaqiang.

Zhao Chuanxin sent four cars to Quetshalan and then immediately set off for the capital.

In the golden autumn of October, all the grass and trees turn yellow.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the Morrison Library and asked Morrison to take him to the German Siemens Company in Suzi Hutong, Dongcheng District.

John Rabe is not bald yet. He is only 29 years old, but his hairline has receded significantly.

He was wearing black-framed round glasses and was doing his accounting work.

Suddenly he heard that someone was looking for him.

John Rabe walked out, his eyes lit up: "Mr. Morrison, who is this?"

Morrison introduced him solemnly: "John, let me introduce you to Mr. Zhao Chuanxin. Mr. Zhao, he is John Rabe."

John Rabe stared at Zhao Chuanxin with his eyes wide open, unable to speak.

I actually saw the butcher himself.

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing his double-palace silk suit, a Humboldt hat, and shiny leather shoes, looking very formal.

He tried to put on the friendliest smile and held out his hand: "John, I'm Zhao Chuanxin. I heard you're getting married soon?"

John Rabe was flattered and shook his hand quickly. "Yes, Mr. Zhao, yes, that's right. I got married on October 10th. My wife's name is Dora. It's an honor to meet you."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and a carriage came forward from behind. The carriage was covered with a thick cloth, and it looked bulging.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "I'm not sure if I'll have time to come on your wedding day, so I'll bring you the wedding gift in advance."

The driver lifted the thick cloth, revealing a motorcycle with a cool and dreamy shape.

Thick varnish and black lacquer that can reflect a person's face, leather and compressed foam seat, large fuel tank shaped like a dragonfly's belly, wheels like Hot Wheels, two round rearview mirrors, four words protruding from metal on the side - John Rabe. On the other side are four words - Roll King Motorcycle.

Roll King Motorcycle is the brand and John Rabe is the model.

John Rabe and his colleagues who came out to watch the fun stared with wide eyes.

Morrison's eyes were red with envy - How could you be so worthy...