Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

There is a reason why there are so many people pulling rickshaws.

This is similar to delivering food. It's hard work, but the more you earn, the more you can support your family. Others think they are weak, but they earn more than ordinary workers. Perhaps they also despise the meager salary of wage earners.

But Zhao Chuanxin stopped doing this because he was cheating people.

In the past, when trying to rip off passengers, the passengers would argue with the driver and make a fuss for a long time, and then the matter would be over. When encountering a difficult situation, the worst he can do is give in and return less money, but in the end he will still make more.

But today he met Zhao Chuanxin.

It’s unreasonable to count the mileage step by step.

Never heard of it, do you know?

"Send it back? You have to think about it, the mileage is not short, and the price may be doubled."

The coachman was not afraid either, he said with a half-smile.

"It's okay. If the numbers match up after I've calculated them, I'll give you a penny more. If they don't match up, you'll have to use the 2 yuan and 4 cents as medical expenses."

Of course the number didn't match up, so the coachman didn't plan to run back.

A seemingly honest smile appeared on that tanned, wrinkled face: "How about we go to the patrol station and let the patrol officer comment?"

Anyone with some status would definitely disdain to do this.

It's not shameful enough for that little money.

But who is Zhao Chuanxin? He has never shown any shame in his life.

"Haha, come on, take this piece of soapstone, go to the corner over there, write your name and draw an arrow."

The driver was stunned, what do you mean?

But as long as you make money, everything else is easy.

So he took the piece of whitish talc, walked to the corner of the wall, wrote his name crookedly, drew an arrow, and came back and handed the talc to Zhao Chuanxin: "Your stone."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on his seat and said: "Okay, let's go to the Patrol Bureau. What you just drew is the mark, so you can't deny it. It just so happens that Yang Yide, the General Manager of the Visitor Bureau, and Zhang Zhankui, the Deputy General Manager, are both my friends. Let them judge."

Yang Yide has a high and powerful position, and there may be some people at the bottom who have never heard of him.

But Zhang Zhankui was different. He started from a young age and came from a rough background. When he was still a young horse rider, he became famous in the wells of Tianjin city. The coachman had naturally heard of his name.

There was a trace of suspicion on his face: "Do you recognize Mr. Zhang?"

"Let's go, won't you know when you go?"

"This..." Looking at Zhao Chuanxin's expression, he didn't seem to be faking it. The coachman was timid and the people did not want to fight with the officials. "Young people are blind and blind, so I'm being presumptuous and just ask for 1 yuan."

"Really 1 yuan?"

"What a dollar!"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and threw two ocean dollars.

The driver took it and was stunned: "Ah this..."

Why did you give me an extra dollar?

"Originally, I wanted to give you a tip. I don't want to see other people working hard to pull the cart. But you have to want to rip off customers, so how can I tolerate you? Don't do such immoral things in the future, otherwise your legs will be beaten sooner or later. Cut it off!”

The coachman looked ashamed.

"This gentleman is kind and righteous. I will definitely not do this again in the future."

Before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin added: "This is how you treat foreigners!"

The driver laughed dryly and nodded hurriedly.

But I thought in my heart: Don’t offend foreign adults for tipping.

Fortunately, I didn't say it out loud, otherwise I would have been beaten hard by Zhao Chuanxin, and I would have had to ask for the tip back!

There are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life: the kind of foreign powers, and the kind of Chinese people who kneel down and lick foreigners.

Walking into the Model Prison, the prison guard at the gate shouted: "Stop, what are you doing here?"

"Find someone!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Zhang Rong!"

If it were another prisoner, the prison guard might not recognize it because there were too many prisoners.

But when he heard Zhang Rong's name, he was the ruthless man who assassinated the five ministers, and Governor Yuan personally tried the case, the prison guard was very impressed.

He looked Zhao Chuanxin up and down: "Are they Zhang Rong's relatives again? They were his sister and brother before, who are you this time? No matter who they are, they can't visit the prison today!"

Seeing the prison guard's calm expression and merciless words, Zhao Chuanxin knew what he wanted.

A piece of ocean flew over.

The prison guard hurriedly took it, with a smile on his calm face: "Okay, let's go in."

When Zhao Chuanxin entered the prison compound, the gate guard winked at his companion: "Go and notify the warden."

Although Zhang Rong, a key criminal who assassinated an imperial official, could visit the prison, his every move was subject to special care.

In particular, the warden Wang Zhang personally ordered that anyone visiting Zhang Rong must inform him.

Zhao Chuanxin was still registering at the door, and Warden Wang Zhang came in a hurry with his people.

He leaned over and saw on the registration column: Lucian, a person from western Liaoning.

Huh? I have no idea who this is!

He basically knows everyone who comes to pay attention to Zhang Rong. In addition to the imperial court, Zhang Rong's sister and brother, there was also Yang Yide, the general manager of the Visiting Bureau.

Especially Yang Yide, asked him to take care of Zhang Rong. If anything happens, notify him as soon as possible.

I don’t know how Zhang Rong cleared Yang Yide’s line.

That's a man who loves money.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished registering, he looked up and saw a man standing next to him. Judging from his uniform and demeanor, he must be the top leader of the prison.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, just go in."

Wang Zhang waved his hand.

After Zhao Chuanxin entered, he said to his subordinates: "Go quickly and send a telegram to General Manager Yang of the Visiting Bureau to tell him that a man named Lucian is coming to visit Zhang Rong."

The men hurried away.

Yang Yide received the telegram and frowned.

Who is this Lucian, and what does he have to do with Zhao Chuanxin?

Because Zhao Chuanxin asked him to take care of Zhang Rong two years ago, and Lucian came here two years later, the two should be related.

But before he could make any move, the official came to report: "General Office, Minister Zai Zhen of the Ministry of Agriculture, Industry and Commerce is here and wants to see you."

Why did Aisin Gioro Zai Zhen come to him?

Shouldn't you go to Governor Yuan if you have something to do?

Then the officer continued: "Governor Yuan is also coming with us!"

Yang Yide hurriedly put on his clothes and cursed loudly: "What the fuck, can you speak completely?"

The officials laughed at him.

It was indeed his fault for gasping.

Putting on an attentive smile, Yang Yide quickly went out to greet him.

As soon as they met, Yuan Datou said without any nonsense: "Jing Lin, go quickly and send someone to investigate a man named Lucian. This man despised the court and framed Zhongliang, and is a crime worthy of death! This man just left the train station. , if the prediction is correct, he should have gone to a place like a car shop or hotel to rest."

Hearing the word "Lucian", Yang Yide's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Governor Yuan and then at Aixinjueluo Zaizhen, who looked unhappy, Yang Yide knew clearly that Lucian must have offended the prince's son.

His father was a popular figure in front of Cixi!