Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

In the reception room of Bagong's house, Chen Kuilong said to Xu Xishen: "This Zhao Tangong is really weird. A group of students occupy Bagong's good house and don't pay rent. I heard that he doesn't take them to study, except for eating." , Accommodation and study cost nothing, what does he want? Invite to buy fame? "

Xu Xi wears a floral headband and a light-colored robe, which is no different from a man's robe except for the three colorful lace strips on the cuffs. In his hand is a silk handkerchief with exquisite embroidery, but it is stacked and the pattern cannot be seen.

"I don't know what the pictures are about, but I see the clothes of the students who come in and out are full of oil and stains, and are shiny black. How can a scholar be reduced to this?" Xu Xi came from a well-known family and was famous for being clean.

On weekdays, when she reads and watches plays, the talented and beautiful ladies are elegant and graceful. In her impression, scholars should be fresh and clean, fair and attractive.

Only in this way can there be good stories about talented people and beautiful women. Otherwise, who would be willing to act in the drama between the charcoal burner and the yellow-faced woman?

The students of Juanwang Technical College are the complete opposite. Many of them have disheveled hair and unkempt faces, and their faces are so dark that they may be difficult to identify at night.

Is this still a scholar?

Xu Xishen thought: I don't think these scholars will have much future.

Chen Kuilong nodded his head: "If you say that Zhao Tangong is a good fighter, he is far from good at running an academy."

The enthusiasm of scholars in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China was unimaginable by later generations of students.

Who would have thought that if a school was temporarily closed, students would stage demonstrations and write thousands of letters demanding that classes be reopened? For future generations, everyone is eager to take a few more days off to enjoy themselves.

The two of them were doing their best to belittle King Juan Technical College, when there was a knock on the door outside the living room.

Before Chen Kuilong could respond, the door was already pushed open.

The leader was wearing a bronze giant beetle inner leather jacket, lined with a black half-turtle collar woolen jacket, his trousers were black jeans, and his shoes were brown suede round-toed boots, the color of which echoed the color of his jacket.

Bits and pieces of unknown material pendants hang outside the neck, like sweater chains.

The hair is pulled back and the hairline is very low.

The weirdest thing is that he is wearing a half-mask. The mask has a grinning expression. The texture and shape perfectly fit the face. It is as thin as a cicada, as if the man's expression is fixed.

Xu Xishen was startled, and his scalp felt numb after just two glances.

Chen Kuilong: "..."

Behind him was Liu Huaqiang, the Minister of the Student Union of Juanwang Technical College, following him respectfully and step by step.

"Oh, Hua Qiang, you are so serious. Master Chen is here, and you didn't notify me early. Don't accept gifts from others, otherwise I will be angry." Zhao Chuanxin turned to blame Liu Huaqiang, and then stretched out his hand: "The gift list It's at your place, bring it quickly and let me return it to Mr. Chen."

Chen Kuilong came to the door empty-handed: "..."

Liu Huaqiang: "..."

Liu Huaqiang looked strange and coughed: "Principal, there is no... no gift sheet."

After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he turned to look at Chen Kuilong.

I saw him playing with a Ruyi made of pure gold. The Ruyi head was hollowed out and woven with gold wire. The word "Lu" was woven into the center. There were unicorn heads on the left and right, with rubies inlaid around it and an emerald in the middle. The Ruyi handle is slightly curved and divided into upper and lower parts, separated by cloud patterns in the middle, with symmetrical reliefs of orioles surrounding plum blossoms.

China's filigree craftsmanship is world-famous and has never ceased to exist. This gold Ruyi is very exquisite.

Zhao Chuanxin took three steps at a time, walked over and snatched Jin Ruyi from Chen Kuilong's hand: "Oh, come as soon as you come, bring any gift, really. If you don't take it, Zhao will show your kindness; if you take it, It’s so embarrassing.”

Chen Kuilong: "..."

He was almost certain that this person was Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin actually stayed in Hankou?

How do you explain the newspaper's claim that Zhao Chuanxian is in Lubin Mansion?

This is not the future, where you take a plane and travel from north to south in three or four hours, and then post a post to pretend to be cool and boast about it: Hankou flashes...

Chen Kuilong was confused and his heart was bleeding.

Paralyzed, Jin Ruyi, sent by the Japanese, was snatched away by Zhao Chuanxin before he could warm it up.

I'm really short of money. How can I get enough money when I go out?

It's really because he likes Jin Ruyi so much.

"Zhao...Zhao Tan Gong, your net worth..."

Chen Kuilong wanted to say that Zhao Chuanxin was rich, so why did he still steal other people's things?

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him directly: "Yes, my net worth is far worse than Mr. Chen. Sometimes Zhao really pities you rich people, because your worries are all kinds. But for poor people like me, the worries are just There are very few, even only one - no money!"

Chen Kuilong: "..."

Xu Xishen: "..."

When they encountered a scoundrel like Zhao Chuanxin, they really didn't do anything bloody.

Next time you go out, you must read the almanac first.

Chen Kuilong gritted his teeth. Sooner or later, what was lost here would be regained by the Japanese.

Now that you’ve got your things, you should do some work, right?

In this case, he stopped being polite and said bluntly: "Zhao Tangong, I heard that the "Juan Wang Youth Daily" preaches a boycott of Japanese goods every day?"

Zhao Chuanxin casually pulled out a piece of cloth from the cabinet in the reception room, which read: Save your dignity and don't buy Japanese goods.

Another piece of cloth said: I would rather cross the sea and not buy Japanese goods.

There is also a piece of cloth that says: Produce and sell by yourself, leaving the Japanese with nowhere to go.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to these banners and asked, "Is this what Mr. Chen is talking about?"

Chen Kuilong: "..."

Blanch...

Xu Xishen had been quietly looking at Zhao Chuanxin curiously.

She prided herself on being pretty, but Zhao Chuanxin never looked at her from beginning to end.

This man laughed and cursed, and didn't follow the usual routine. I don't know whether it was because he was a deep-seated man or because he was born a rogue.

Chen Kuilong said: "Zhao Tan Gong, I am the governor, and you are also the prefect, so I will speak frankly. The imperial court has repeatedly urged the local government to ban the boycott of Japanese goods. Now only merchants in Hankou are abandoning Japanese goods. This It’s very difficult for me to handle.”

He wanted to say, you are more than one level below me, and now that I am here in person, you'd better know the difference.

Xu Xishen, who was standing next to him, interrupted and said: "Prefect Zhao doesn't know something. Japanese businessmen have repeatedly donated disaster relief materials to coastal counties this year. Even if there were mistakes in the past, the old accounts have now been offset."

Before Zhao Chuanxin said anything, Liu Huaqiang blew his beard and glared: "Sir, the Japanese are trying to use small favors to paralyze us with their clever words. I think that even the people who have received favors will definitely not buy Japanese goods."

In fact, he has no good opinion of any other great powers, not just the Japanese.

"Presumptuous!" Chen Kuilong scolded. "What do you know? Relations with Japanese businessmen have eased in various places, especially in Guangdong. The transaction volume of purchasing Japanese coal, railway materials, etc. can reach millions of taels. This year, Japanese businessmen jointly donated up to 2 yuan to the disaster area. More yen!”

Liu Huaqiang pursed his lips and said nothing, but his face was dark.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes suddenly lit up as he listened.

He coughed and turned around to reprimand Liu Huaqiang: "Mr. Chen is right, what do you know? I have emphasized to you many times that we must promote collaboration between local industries and foreign businessmen, build an innovation consortium for close cooperation at home and abroad, and implement in-depth Sino-foreign cooperation in transformation and upgrading will promote foreign goods to benefit the people of Hankou, and also allow our traditional industries to go global and radiate new vitality..."