Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

When Zhao Chuanxin was a child, people basically no longer stayed up all night to watch the New Year's Eve.

But at this time, most people will still stay up late on New Year's Eve.

At least Zhao Yixian is like this.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids trembled, so he went straight back to the house to sleep, and even turned off the lights.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that Nian Beast might not be his opponent.

In the thirty-fourth year of Guangxu's reign, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Emperor Guangxu is 37 years old.

Before dawn, he dragged his frail body to get up early, take a shower and change clothes.

He held incense and saluted in front of the Yin table and the Mingdian sacred tablet on the league members' table.

In front of the West Buddhist Hall and the East Buddhist Hall, where he passed by on foot, eunuchs set off firecrackers behind him.

Then go to Dongnuang Pavilion to have breakfast and take a rest.

After that, the busy day really begins.

He had to go to Le'an Hall, where Cixi currently lives, to wish her well.

Cixi said with a straight face: "Where does joy come from?"

"This..." There is no such questioning procedure in normal years?

Emperor Guangxu was a little confused.

Cixi snorted softly with her nose: "Let's go to Xinuang Pavilion to summon the ministers first."

Emperor Guangxu then retreated in dismay.

The congratulations sent by the ministers on the first day of the new year actually have no substantive content and are just a formality.

Guangxu was a little tired, but he still had to finish the congratulations from the ministers, and also had to receive the queen and the concubines.

Some kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, some kowtow six times and then kowtow three times again. In short, they are all kinds of kowtows.

All this has passed, it is already ten o'clock in the morning.

There is still a bunch of routine regulations waiting for him.

Guangxu's face turned a little dark, and he felt more and more like a zombie, a puppet being manipulated by others.

When can I survive that old woman?

……

Zhao Chuanxin got up three times a day, and the sun shone through the glass on his buttocks.

After washing up sleepily, he put on overalls, a Henley shirt, and a shiny tattered cotton-padded jacket, and came to the living room. Liu Huaqiang, his wife, and his wife saw him get up and hurried to cook.

Nikola Tesla was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

He asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, in this newspaper, a writer with the pseudonym 'Master of the Fifth and Ninth Floor' claimed that he knew you, and also said that you were a heavenly eunuch, so you still have no wife or children, so you are cynical and love the most. Concocting rumors to slander others.”

I thought Zhao Chuanxin would be angry, but when he saw the news, he grinned and grinned: "Oh? Is that so? Along the ancient road in the Russian Concession, Zhao burst into tears before he could speak. It's such a sad report."

"..." Nikola Tesla: "Aren't you going to pursue it?"

"What are you pursuing? The owner of the 59th floor, it sounds like a stupid pseudonym of a Japanese. Even if you frown, I lose."

He can destroy people's bodies, but cannot stop people's mouths. Even if they don't throw dirty water here, they can still exert their efforts elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care, he can't lose a piece of meat.

Nikola Tesla believed that Zhao Chuanxin's open-mindedness was more like wisdom than worldly sophistication.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin placed a book in front of Nikola Tesla and pointed at the cover: "The way to salvation lies within it."

After saying that, Shi Shiran put on his coat and went downstairs.

Nikola Tesla looked at this book, and the title was - The Plum in the Golden Ping...

Zhao Chuanxin continued to dismantle the Rolls-Royce. No one bothered him today, and Zhao Chuanxin's efficiency was actually much lower.

He took notes while dismantling them, recording every memory he could think of about the car on paper.

When the scoundrel who disappeared on the morning of the first day of the new year comes back, we will show it to him to see if there are any new ideas in design.

After working hard in the evening, Zhao Chuanxin went back upstairs for dinner.

Zhao Yixian had come back. He saw Zhao Chuanxin who was covered in oil and asked, "Why hasn't Benjamin come back yet?"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Didn't you leave together this morning?"

Zhao Yixian said: "We went our separate ways after going out."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried, but he didn't show it on his face. He said harshly: "If he doesn't come back, he will starve to death. The dog is starting to lose his home. Speaking of dogs, why haven't Ganfan and Balvos come back?"

"Leaved with Benjamin this morning."

"..."

At this time, Nikola Tesla came out with "Jin Ping Mei" and threw the book in front of Zhao Chuanxin: "Absurd, extremely absurd..."

Zhao Chuanxin was delighted: "Nicholas, don't worry, it doesn't matter that you are still young and can't understand!"

"..." Nikola Tesla pointed at the book and said: "That's nonsense. The beginning of the book says that drinking, sex, and wealth are both great pleasures and taboos in life. If people only pursue these, how are they any different from animals? What's more? What do you mean by saying that good things in the world are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and glass is brittle—conductors such as gold, silver, copper, and iron are considered good things, and diamonds are extremely valuable and indestructible, so why are they not strong? The whole article is nonsense!"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was immediately confused: "You watched "The Golden Ping Mei" for one day, and this is all you saw?"

"What else could it be?"

Zhao Chuanxin had nothing to say.

The lights were on, the meal was ready, but Benjamin Goldberg hadn't come back yet.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't sit still.

Just as he was about to get dressed and go out, Liu Huaqiang came back with a letter: "Dean, someone sent a letter."

"Bring it to me and see."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had a bad feeling.

When he saw the three smaller English letters "Gao Boming" and "BJM" on the wax seal, his sense of ominousness became even stronger.

Liu Huaqiang asked: "Dean, who is Gao Boming?"

"Benjamin's Chinese name." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

After opening the envelope, Nikola Tesla, Zhao Yixian and Liu Huaqiang were all peeking behind.

I saw the letter written: My master personally initiated me - I walked with the master, and saw the Qinhuai waterside pavilion, the southern capital, both sides of the light boat, painted thresholds and carved railings, but I never left the master's protection and always lacked exercise. The falcons are trying their wings, the wind and dust are blowing, it's time to go on the road alone, Ganfan and Balworth are with me. Master, there is no need to be anxious. You and I will meet again in Suzhou in March or half a year. Master, do not use spells to catch up. If the speed is too fast, the climate in Hankou will easily cause you to suffer from rheumatism. As for the grenade, the design is attached. As for cars, here are the suggestions…

Everyone saw that Zhao Chuanxin's face was very dark and they were all too angry to breathe.

Zhao Yixian carefully persuaded: "Benjamin is extremely smart and will definitely be fine. Since he knows what he is doing, he will probably have a way to deal with difficulties when he encounters them..."

But Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "This scoundrel, his handwriting still looks like chicken chop. It's really abominable!"

"..."

That's it?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's eat."

During the dinner, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and cursed, just like usual.

After dinner, when Zhao Chuanxin returned to the room and lay on the bed, worry appeared on his face: "You little brat, I won't kill you until you come back!"

Benjamin Goldberg's idea of ​​"entering the world" had already surfaced, but unfortunately Zhao Chuanxin was busy dealing with the concessions and ignored it.