Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

News came that the British troops stationed along the railway not only huddled in their barracks, but also strengthened their defenses.

The British troops from Tianjin Wei and other places, whether land or gunboats, stood still.

Where is the attitude of coming to fight Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled.

He stood up, beckoned and shouted: "Who can play the piano, then play and dance."

There was actually a Guangdong manager who knew Western musical instruments. He sat down and played "To Alice" in Zhao Chuanxin's place.

Zhao Chuanxin, Zhou Xuexi, and Zhao Xilong went aside.

"Tell me, why did the British army stand still?" Zhao Chuanxin asked them as the three cobblers stood up to Zhuge Liang.

Zhou Xuexi pondered and said: "Uncle, if there are really tens of thousands of British troops attacking, can you defend it alone?"

"Only tens of thousands of British troops?" Zhao Chuanxin dismissed it. "Of course I can't hold on."

"..." Breathing heavily, Zhou Xuexi's waist was lifted. "So what if there are a thousand British troops?"

"Then, let's see if these thousand people's horoscopes are tough enough." Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette and said calmly.

"Well..." Zhou Xuexi guessed: "There are few people, and Zhu Erdian knows that he is no match for his uncle. There are many people, it will be difficult to mobilize, and it will affect their interests in China. I guess they will not come to cause trouble for my uncle."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little surprised.

But he didn't show it and looked at Zhao Xilong again.

Compared with Zhou Xuexi, Zhao Xilong has a psychological burden.

If he wants to get ahead in Zhao Chuanxin, he can't follow the rules step by step, he has to answer brightly.

Therefore, he could not analyze according to Zhou Xuexi's thinking, but started from another angle: "Mr. Zhao, could it be that Zhu Erdian is personally afraid? This person is the British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China. He has great power in China and can make decisions with one word. Life or death. If he is afraid, not only will he not cause trouble, but he will also act like a coward, and naturally he will not let the British army send out and continue to provoke you."

A prophecy.

When Zhao Chuanxin received a call from Yang Yide the next day, he realized that Zhao Xilong's guess was accurate.

Yang Yide said: "Brother Zhao, that foreign devil ran into the British concession of Tianjin Wei. There are heavy patrols and escorts every day, and there are gunboats at the port at any time. Don't worry, the old guy is scared out of his wits and doesn't dare to cause trouble for you. "

On that day, both Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong heard Zhao Chuanxin threatening Zhu Erdian to die on September 9th in the Western calendar.

Unexpectedly, the dignified British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China was so frightened by Zhao Chuanxin that he did not dare to leave the business.

The two were stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin said a few more perfunctory words before hanging up the phone.

He stretched and yawned: "My dear nephew, my friend has settled down, right?"

"Is this the shaman named Bayar that uncle is talking about?" Zhou Xuexi nodded: "It has been settled. As long as he doesn't run away, everything will be fine. Even if someone on the train saw him with you that day, there would be no foreigners. Can find him."

Zhao Chuanxin's main worry was that foreigners would come seeking revenge.

But the noise he made here was also quite big, attracting some firepower.

In fact, newspapers have covered the tragedy of the Beijing-Fenghuang Railway extensively.

"Ta Kung Pao" said: The hero sheds tears on his clothes, and goes to death generously to leave behind his sorrow. Tan Jinyong's death was caused by the country's weakness and ignorance for a long time. It is a pity and pain. The Beijing-Fengcheng train tragedy occurred because Tan Jinyong was humiliated in San Francisco. Nine out of ten Chinese people in San Francisco came to mourn the incident. Although we do not advocate violence against violence and harming innocent people, it still serves as a warning to the world...

Some of the major newspapers in the north and south of the country, like "Ta Kung Pao", report fairly and truthfully, and some may be biased towards Zhao Chuanxin, while others are biased towards foreigners, saying with absolute certainty that evil people are evil people, and no amount of whitewashing can cover up the evil deeds. nature.

Most of the people who say this are educated people, or half-educated people, the kind of people who like to be high-profile.

The common people don't care about that. They dare to stand up for their compatriots overseas. Killing foreigners is a happy thing.

This kind of mentality is very common, which is why so many people flocked to Boxing during the Gengzi Incident.

So when Zhao Chuanxin left Kaiping and went to Luanzhou to find Bayar Bo'e, he suddenly realized that the old sacred altar was crazy about absorbing the power of faith from all directions.

Bayarbo hadn't seen Zhao Chuanxin for many days, and he didn't read the newspaper. He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had made a fortune in the coal mine in just a few days.

It even straightened out the intricate relationships in the Bureau of Mines.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin stunned, he asked, "What happened?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Nothing."

He touched the two old sacred altars around his neck, and his thoughts seemed to be able to flash unscrupulously again.

If the British army dares to invade now, it will be enough for them to drink a pot.

Even with thousands of troops, he, Zhao Chuanxin, felt like he was in a deserted place.

Bayar asked: "What have you been doing these days? Are you going to help the official named Zhou?"

The two of them were still on the train on the Jingfeng Line.

This is almost impossible for future generations. If you swipe your ID card, your identity will be exposed and you will be stopped, but now no one checks at all.

Normally, if there is such a big commotion on the Beijing-Fenghuang Railway, at least the local soldiers will strictly investigate it, and even the British army may not know for sure.

But Zhao Chuanxin caused another scene in Kaiping and attracted firepower to himself. It was not surprising that the two of them could easily get on board.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the car window, and his Laodao brand cigarettes could not cover up the pungent smell of soot.

He put the cigarette butt out of the window, and the wind blew away the ashes. Then he pulled it back and said, "It's hard to say who helped whom. My nephew's mind is not pure."

Bayar did not understand. He shook his head: "You Han people have too many twists and turns, making it difficult for people to guess."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the darkening sky and said nothing.

At this time, the carriage door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man carrying a basket, dirty and dirty, asked everyone in each seat something with furtive eyes.

When it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said, "Sir, are you hungry? I have steamed buns and pickles here. The steamed buns are made from wheat grown by myself, and the pickles are pickled with radish and shrimp oil grown by myself." , you only need thirty grand to eat."

Zhao Chuanxin was about to refuse, but seeing that Bayar seemed very interested, he took out a handful of money and pushed it over.

The middle-aged man put his chapped hands into the basket covered with cloth and took out the steamed buns.

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "I made this money myself, so you can spend it slowly."

After Bayar received the steamed buns and pickles, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly took a closer look at the money in his hand.

The money had some wear and tear, but it wasn't serious. It didn't look like private money. He smiled and said, "Sir, you really can joke."

"Yeah, look at you, you're smiling so hard that your back molars are exposed."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Did you buy a ticket specifically to sell steamed buns on the train?"

The middle-aged man was a little nervous when he heard this: "Ahem, passing by, passing by..."

Zhao Chuanxin understood, this guy might have gotten on the train.