Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

"Mr. Zhao, the food and wine are ready. Please take a seat." Zimmer's signature wooden polder extended his hand in a respectful tone.

Zhao Chuanxin was not polite and sat down with a golden sword.

Zimmer looked at Mupil secretly.

Seeing that this person is indeed as powerful as the rumors, but what does not match such a serious title as "God of War" is Zhao Chuanxin's expression. How is the playful smile appropriate?

But Zimmer's special Mupil didn't dare to speak out, he only dared to slander.

Looking more closely, the armor was still stained with blood. I heard that he killed the Japanese in Changchun Mansion until the sky was dark. The original reason was just because a Japanese cursed him while getting a haircut.

Dozens of people will die just by swearing. The price is too high. The Japanese are really unlucky to meet him. I, the King of Qi, cannot make the same mistake again!

This news came from a telegram sent to him by Cao Kun.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and before putting down his chopsticks, he raised his head and asked, "Old Qi, is it not poisoned?"

Zimmer's characteristic Mu Pile sneered: "I don't dare, I don't dare, where did Mr. Zhao want to go?"

Looking at this guy's life, he actually doesn't have much courage.

Zhao Chuanxin is very good at observing words and expressions, especially because he has good eyesight and can clearly see the changes in people's pupils.

Seeing Zimmer's reaction, Zhao Chuanxin knew that the food was fine, so he started to enjoy it.

There is everything you need on land and water in the palace.

The belly of the big fat head fish is very fat, smooth, tender and fragrant. Zhao Chuanxin specially picked this place to pinch it, and did not touch the tail at all.

The venison is average, but there are also bear paws, which is an unexpected surprise...

Every time Zimmer's specialty Mu Pile wanted to speak, Zhao Chuanxian's chopsticks flew past him, his chopsticks moving like flying, and his mouth kept opening.

Several times, he swallowed what he was about to say, and could only watch Zhao Chuanxin eat it.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be half-full, and his speed slowed down. Then Zimmer Mupil spoke: "Mr. Zhao, look, I have driven away all the Japanese inside and outside the house..."

After hearing the letter, he expelled all the Japanese without saying a word, without caring whether the Japanese were happy or not.

He is actually in his thirties, pampered, his skin is in good condition, and he looks even more youthful.

When he spoke, he was as cautious as if Zhao Chuanxin was an elder he couldn't afford to offend.

Zhao Chuanxin said "Huh" and said nothing.

Zimmer's scalp felt numb and he continued: "I had the honor to meet Mr. Zhao today. He is indeed a hero in this world and stands out from the crowd..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally interrupted him: "Why don't I leave the chickens? Why do I have to stand among the chickens..."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin continued to eat.

After a while, the atmosphere became really awkward.

Lao Zhao has always been like this, damn, as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

But Zimmer's special Mupil was different. He couldn't stand it, so he thought carefully and said, "Mr. Zhao, my house has prepared some expenses for you..."

"Blank it!" Zhao Chuanxin was furious and smashed his chopsticks on the table, scaring Zimmer's head. I just heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "I'm just fucking here to get you a meal and a few taels of silver?"

"Ah this..." Zimmer's face turned red and then turned white, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin was about to have an attack: "I, I, I didn't mean that..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin calmed down and said, "Um, how much money can I give?"

"..."

Zimmer Features Mupiler feels pain in the back...

"Here, how much does Mr. Zhao want?" He had originally decided on the number, but it could be seen that Zhao Chuanxin was moody and unsure.

Zhao Chuanxin put down his chopsticks and sipped tea to rinse his mouth. The servant taking care of the bureau next to him had just brought the spittoon, but Zhao Chuanxin spat on the ground.

The servant's face twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Old Qi, I won't take the money. By the way, is this plate of venison stewed in one pot?"

"Ah, this...yes, it's a pot." Zimmer Mupil was completely confused. He couldn't figure out the context of Zhao Chuanxin. He just felt that this person was very difficult to deal with.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, I don't need the money, but I just want to tell you that meat can only rot in one pot. If it goes to the Tsarist Russia or the Japanese pot, then I, Zhao Chuanxin, will have to come. I’ve talked to you about it.”

Like most others, Zimmerzimupil also believes that the Qing court is slowly getting better, at least there is hope, and the dynasty is still far from being destroyed.

At this time, he had no intention of splitting the territory. He was very loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

So he didn't understand.

"Mr. Zhao is overly worried about this. In fact, even hiring Japanese teachers is for self-improvement and strengthening the country..."

"I agree." Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was thinking wrongly: "But there are many great powers, all of which are sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, but you have chosen Japan as a coquettish one. For details, please refer to what Japanese teachers have done in Ah Wang's territory."

The Japanese's operation is really cool.

They have been able to lay the groundwork for decades, and you have to admit that they have good intentions. In other countries, they only know how to rush for quick success and get the benefits first.

The Japanese are always thinking about playing a big game and gambling on a big game.

Moreover, they have repeatedly stolen the culture of the Central Plains, understand the culture of the Central Plains, and know where to start, instead of always preaching like the West.

Chinese people believe in moderation and must worship at every temple. No matter what kind of deity they are, if they can bless me with promotion and wealth, then they are good deities.

Even those who emphasize that they have no faith must warn themselves that it is okay not to believe, but they must not offend and blaspheme... In fact, the essence of this so-called non-belief is no different from worshiping in every temple.

But this is Chinese people.

So the Western tricks were not very successful.

Zimmer's characteristic Mupil was thoughtful: "Mr. Zhao, please rest assured that I will not do anything detrimental to the court, at least not like Wutai..."

At this time, Utai's use of his land and materials to lend money to Tsarist Russia had already happened and caused a stir.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin thought that King Qi was really not very smart. He gnashed his teeth and said, "The imperial court? You are not good for the imperial court. It is none of my business? Are you afraid that you have misunderstood something?"

"..."

With different stances and different perspectives on issues, Zimmer's characteristic Mupil was led astray by Zhao Chuanxin.

He patted his head and thought of all the fucked up things Zhao Chuanxin did.

Having said that, the Forbidden City could withstand Zhao Chuanxin's artillery bombardment, but his palace could not.

As for how Zhao Chuanxin got the cannon to the towering city wall, it is still an unsolved mystery.

Zimmer's special Mupil smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhao is right, he is right. Then, please make it clear to Mr. Zhao."

But Zhao Chuanxin couldn't say that much to him. He just emphasized: "You just remember what I said today, the meat will rot in a pot. If one day you want to crack the soil, then you are my enemy. "

When Zimmer heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Mr. Zhao, please rest assured, this is absolutely impossible!"

Because he was loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out his cigarette and lit it.

Zimmer did not expect that a few years later, he would actually face such a choice. But by then things were getting to a fever pitch, and he completely forgot about today's warning.