Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The food was a bit too plain for Zhao Chuanxin.

Regardless of meat or seafood, they are more like embellishments among green and white vegetables. The clear soup is watery and tasteless.

On the contrary, Xian Yubin ate happily.

He hadn't had such a hearty meal for a long time after living on the streets.

Jin Wuzhi suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, I see that you don't seem to have any use for me. How about I go back first?"

He was afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin is very capable of doing things. Since coming to Seoul, he has been overwhelmed by emergencies one after another.

If he continues like this, sooner or later someone will take advantage of him and arrest him.

The lighter case will end up in a prison cell, and the worst case will not be able to save their lives.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of kelp soup: "I asked you to take the map with you, can you guarantee that the map is foolproof?"

Jin Wuzhi was stunned for a moment.

Although he helped Naoko Yuka with a message, he didn't know the inside story about "Daitoyu Map".

But obviously this map is definitely crucial.

He hesitated: "I'm afraid I can't guarantee this."

"Okay, let's go first."

Zhao Chuanxin did not embarrass him.

Because Seoul will be even more chaotic in the future.

While eating, two people suddenly came in.

They wore smart and fashionable suits and talked loudly.

"Li Wanyong returned to Seoul today and hid in the Tongyuan Mansion. This afternoon, this national traitor represented Korea and signed a traitorous treaty with Ito Hirobumi. It is difficult to recover after overturning the water."

"Mr. Ziming, is this true? Is he that anxious?"

The other person seemed shocked.

"It's absolutely true! After signing the treaty, Ito Hirobumi made the decision and rewarded Li Wan with a huge sum of 100,000 yen, which was regarded as compensation for the destruction of his house. In addition, he was also awarded the Rising Sun and Tung Blossom Order. This thief is We Korean traitors are also loyal and lackeys of the Japanese."

Zhao Chuanxin naturally couldn't understand what they were saying.

But Xian Yubin and Jin Wuzhi understood.

Jin Wuzhi's expression changed.

He no longer considered himself a Korean, but the news was still hard to accept.

So, he quietly translated the conversation to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's reaction was just the opposite of theirs, and he felt happy.

Kim Moo-chi said: "The person who seems to be the "Han Daily Report", the oldest one is named Liang Qiduo, whose courtesy name is Ziming, and is one of the co-founders of the newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin vaguely knew this person.

Zhao Chuanxin put down his chopsticks as if he couldn't bear to eat, "Oh, it's really disgusting, it's so unreasonable, it's really unreasonable."

Jin Wuzhi was stunned: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the tea cup: "No, I have to drink a cup of tea to calm down. It really shocked me."

Saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

happy……

Maybe he was a little carried away, but Jin Wuzhi saw a little bit of gloating in Zhao Chuanxin's misfortune.

Jin Wuzhi said: "Mr. Zhao, why don't you hurry back with me? I think this place will really become a Japanese world soon."

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table and said loudly and arrogantly: "What are you talking about! Seoul will always belong to the Korean people. South Korea will always belong to the Korean people. The Korean people will resist to the end."

Several people over there were attracted by the sound of banging the table and shouting, and couldn't help but look over.

Liang Qiduo, who had a messy beard, cheered loudly: "That gentleman is right, Korea will always belong to the Korean people!

I'm Liang Qiduo, whose courtesy name is Ziming. I haven't asked you for your name yet? "

The people of this era are all passionate, far from what the indifferent people of later generations can imagine.

Zhao Chuanxin held up his hand from afar: "It's easy to talk, I am Miao Renfeng, I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, and I am invincible."

"..."

Liang Qiduo and the two were immediately stunned.

God specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, and it sounds like he needs a beating.

He didn't want to talk to Zhao Chuanxin anymore.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin was playing a trick on him.

Jin Wuzhi wanted to cover his face, but Xian Yubin had never seen such a person who could speak without changing his face.

But Zhao Chuanxin waved to the table: "Come on, come on, we are like-minded, why not join a table and discuss how to deal with this thief Li Wanyong."

Jin Wuzhi was startled and hurriedly kicked Zhao Chuanxin under the table.

I mean, don't look for trouble.

Over there, Liang Qiduo hesitated for a moment.

But the young man with a round face and side-parted comb next to him slapped the table: "What a like-minded person. Let's share a table."

This time, Jin Wuzhi didn't have any more moves.

He could only twist his butt restlessly on the chair, and those who didn't know thought he was sitting on the wall of fire or had hemorrhoids.

The young man with a round face sat over and raised his hands to Zhao Chuanxin: "I am Li Xiuji, a Korean American. You must not be Korean, right? The accent sounds like the accent from outside the Great Qing Dynasty."

Both of them can speak Chinese.

Liang Qiduo later lived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Li Xiuji even lobbied their patriots throughout the Qing Dynasty. The two people's official language was smoother than Zhao Chuanxin's.

Zhao Chuanxin’s understanding of Liang Qiduo came from Park Seung-yeol.

But our understanding of Li Xiuji comes from history.

This guy is interesting.

He likes young people like this who are easily carried away by passion.

Hey, young, so good!

He said categorically: "Even the center of the universe is in Korea, so there is no difference between the Qing Dynasty and Korea. They are all the same, the same."

"Forehead……"

Liang Qiduo interjected: "I just heard Mr. Miao say that we want to punish the national traitor Li Wanyong. How do you say this?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with emotion: "Of course I have to kill this thief to relieve the hatred in my heart."

He was simply angrier than the Koreans present.

Abroad, Zhao Chuanxin has always let himself go, wishing that the world would be in chaos. Anyway, he didn't lose half a dime.

Lee Soo-gil was directly impressed by Cho Chuan-sin's acting skills.

He immediately said: "Brother Miao, if you want to assassinate Li Wanyong, take me with you. Nothing else, but he is full of passion."

Liang Qiduo quickly dissuaded him: "Don't be impatient. This matter should be discussed in the long run."

How dare you beat your chest and swear to assassinate the leader of the pro-Japanese faction Li Wanyong together with someone you just met.

Second pussy?

But Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay! Even with Brother Hideyoshi's passion, I have to bring you with me."

Killing Li Wan is easy, but for the follow-up, Zhao Chuanxin needs a lot of hot-blooded young people.

Isn't this just delivered to your door?

Liang Qiduo was anxious: "Killing Li Wanyong will naturally relieve his anger, but the deal is already done. Even if Li Wanyong dies, the Japanese will still succeed. The most important thing now is to understand the treaty signed by Li Wanyong and the Japanese. What exactly is it?”

Zhao Chuanxin said to his heart that the old boy was quite clear-headed.

Indeed, predicting the enemy's opportunity is a hundred times more important than assassinating Li Wanyong.

In the original trajectory, the Japanese took advantage of the Korean people's ignorance of the truth and asked the puppet Han Ting to deceive senior officers of the Korean Imperial Army Guards and summon them to the Daekwan Pavilion, the headquarters of the Japanese Army in Korea.