Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Only then did Lu Lianruo realize that the lazy man in front of him turned out to be Zhao Chuanxin.

His expression suddenly became respectful, and he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhao, I am Lu Hongxiang, courtesy name Lianruo. I am here to pay a special visit to Mr. Zhao today. I hope you will understand the misunderstanding before."

Zhao Chuanxin looked him up and down. Except for his big head, his temperament was impeccable.

At first glance, it seems that he is a wealthy and knowledgeable person.

What a good name.

Just the melon-skin hat and the yin-yang head, which are somewhat unsightly.

Then he looked at the burden on the shoulders of the porters behind Lu Lianruo, as well as the silks and special gifts inside. He smiled, stood up and patted Lu Lianruo on the shoulder: "Damn it, Lianruo, I'm not telling you, come on." Come here, bring any gifts, really. Let me see if there is any money or anything in it..."

Lu Lianruo: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the snacks inside and took them out on the spot.

A group of children watched eagerly.

Zhao Chuanxin divided it among them, and he also took a crab box and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Quick, go and bring a stool for the guests. Do you want to eat and drink for free?"

Several children ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin's words are more effective than the imperial edict.

Lu Lianruo smiled bitterly, isn't he the king of children?

Is this the God of War, Zhao Chuanxin, who made Japan and the United States make the Qing court look down upon them?

Lu Lianruo asked: "Mr. Zhao, do you intend to unify the tobacco and gambling industry in Australia Island?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyebrows skipped a beat: "First tell me what you have in your property."

If Lu Lianruo didn't want to answer, who would be willing to reveal his own details.

But facing Zhao Chuanxin, he did not dare to hide anything: "Public shops, banks, pharmacies, theaters, the main ones are gambling houses and opium."

Zhao Chuanxin's smiling face disappeared.

"Let me ask you one question, can you give up the opium trade?"

Lu Lianruo's muscles were stiff. He had encountered a South China tiger when he was a child, but now he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was more dangerous than the tiger.

He finally understood the murderous aura in the generals who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood in storytelling.

He was also certain that the person in front of him must be Zhao Chuanxin himself.

He stammered: "Yes, yes."

The dark clouds of Zhao Chuanxin suddenly cleared, and the sky cleared after the rain, and he showed a warm smile: "Lian Ruo, Zhao must support your career. It is a good thing for you to open a gambling house or a theater. If you encounter trouble, You can go to Shushan to tell me your name, and those who don't give me face will die."

Lu Lianruo breathed a sigh of relief: "Lian Ruo admires Mr. Zhao as a person. I once heard that Mr. Zhao founded the Lugang Town Charity Association. Lian Ruo also has an ambition for charity. It is a good thing to provide disaster relief and care for neighbors."

This is what you get.

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin showed little interest: "Charity, just do what you can. It's okay if you can't help during natural or man-made disasters, but you can't help the poor. People have to rely on themselves in the end."

Lu Lianruo was a humble and low-key person, but in fact, what he did later was no worse than his father, and he was even better than his master.

And because his father was severely hit by the ban on gambling and even committed suicide, Lu Lianruo learned a profound lesson and had a wide circle of friends. He had good relations with people from all walks of life in Shanghai, Hong Kong and Macao, and even Sun Gongwu and others were involved.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not a good person, he hurriedly said: "That's right, that's right. Mr. Zhao, Lian Ruo has a few more things to tell you. Maybe Mr. Zhao has heard the news."

Zhao Chuanxin handed over a cigar and sat back on the recliner: "I would like to hear the details."

"First, the gambling house owners are preparing to join forces to purchase a batch of fast-fire ammunition. They are bought from Japan and will arrive soon.

Second, in Shanxi, some people called on Mr. Zhao to buy the mineral rights from the British Fu Company. The Consul General in Shanghai, Zhe Meisen, learned of this matter and threatened that Mr. Zhao would not let go until he came up with 1000 million taels of silver. And I heard privately that they actually intended to sell it for 400 million taels of silver. "

This obviously means that Zhao Chuanxin is rich and treats him as a big grievance.

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "Who is taking the lead over the gambling house?"

Regarding the mining rights, Zhao Chuanxin was not interested in any price.

It's something that belongs to his country, and he won't spend a penny on it.

Either don't do it, or it will be in vain if you do it.

"It's Tan Bili. He knows the Japanese."

Lu Lianruo sold Tan Bili without hesitation.

He is very good at reading people. Combined with Zhao Chuanxin's past deeds and his face-changing speed just now, which is faster than that of a Sichuan opera, this person is really not easy to mess with. Maybe if he conceals it even a little bit, he will suffer unreasonable disaster.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a thorough explanation.

First, I want to integrate the casinos on Macao Island and set a threshold so that those who follow will prosper and those who go against will perish. It may take five to ten years to complete, and I will save a place for you.

Second, you can get in touch with people like Sun Gongwu more and make friends with them. In the next five years, you will reap dividends. "

Zhao Chuanxin made another prophecy.

Lu Lianruo didn't dare to believe it completely, nor did he dare not to believe it.

But on the surface, he was submissive and seemed to believe everything.

The two chatted for a while, and he made a good impression on Zhao Chuanxin.

It was almost lunch time and Lu Lianruo said goodbye.

Zhao Chuanxin did not retain him.

As soon as he left, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand in the distance, and a man emerged from nowhere: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Go and send a telegram to Li Guangzong and ask him to report secretly to the Yamen in Guangdong. Just tell him that a businessman named Tan Bili from Ao Island has colluded with the Japanese to smuggle a batch of firearms. He will be able to reach Ao Island during this time."

The members of the judging panel were a little surprised.

This is a dirty trick.

Zhao Chuanxin is so smart, he can tell what he is thinking just by looking at his words, so he couldn't help scolding him: "Idiot, what you say about a person who is poor and has shabby clothes is wrong; he has power and money, and he has memberships wherever he goes. Whistleblowing is the trump card of a gentleman, what the hell are you saying?" understand?"

"..." The members of the adjudication team who were assigned to follow Zhao Chuanxin's instructions were confused and their views were shattered: "Chief, who said this?"

"Zhou Shuren said, go quickly."

At this time, Dr. Zhou was in Tokyo. While studying with Zhang Taiyan, he helped proofread manuscripts and subsidized his life. His life was tight.

As for his old profession of medicine, he has completely given up on it. He is not interested, you know?

Dr. Zhou, who was proofreading a manuscript at his desk, suddenly sneezed.

He put down his pen and straightened his back: "Who is talking about me?"

His younger brother Zhou Zuoren joked: "Maybe it's my sister-in-law."

Doctor Zhou's face turned cold: "Feudal arranged marriage, how can there be any happiness even if you talk about it?"

Zhou Zuoren stopped talking, feeling that his brother was a little confused.

Dr. Zhou took out a book from the side. The pages of the book were still rough, and Dr. Zhou began to cut them.

This is one of his great hobbies. Cutting rough edges can make him feel peaceful.

Just like Hu Shi loves playing mahjong, mahjong will make him happy.

The various gods of the late Qing and early M in the minds of future generations have been given myths by them.

And I feel that this period of time is a time of chaos, and it seems that you can't survive in a time of chaos without playing with guns and ammunition every day.