The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Lord Noh was still in shock when he returned to the Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau.

He was worried that he would be killed by the Japanese all the way.

He said: "For the first time, I feel that Sakhalin is also a good place. Since we have to go through hardships to get to Sakhalin and can only take a regular boat, it will definitely be difficult for the Japanese to come. Boyarkov, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

"Let me tell you." Boyarkov stared in the direction of the restaurant through the glass: "The rule set by Fuxiang Restaurant that after eating twenty kilograms of meat in one meal, the meat can be free, it is nonsense! If I had a tiger I must have the hunting ability of a tiger, so why should I go to him to eat meat?”

"..." Neng Chengwen said, "Aren't you worried at all?"

He was on tenterhooks along the way.

But Boyarkov acted like a normal person, extremely open-minded and optimistic.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin came downstairs wearing a double-breasted navy blue suit, a white shirt with a Windsor collar, and his hair combed meticulously.

"Welcome back, both of you." Zhao Chuanxin nodded with a serious smile.

I can write it down but hesitate to speak.

He went to Lugang Town to have a look and had a lot to say.

But when the words came to my lips, I felt like I had nothing to say.

Because there are only some dry compliments to say. After all, Zhao Chuanxin is the elder of Lugang Town and the boss behind those shocking data.

So just shut up.

Boyarkov bent down and saluted. Although his outfit was dusty, he still looked elegant: "Sir Zhao Chuanxin, I am very happy to see you again after narrowly escaping death."

Both Maozi and Guizi bowed down to salute. The difference was that Maozi raised his head when he bent down and Guizi bowed his head when he bent down.

One has a visible expression, the other is elusive.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down."

The three of them sat down, and Shirasaka Qimei went to pour tea. She was flattered to be able to write.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Boyarkov: "Boyarkov, I am going to promote you to deputy director of the Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau."

Neng Chengwen looked at Boyarkov in shock.

He didn't expect such a good thing to happen to him.

What a piece of shit luck.

But Boyarkov shook his head: "Sir, I came to the Peacekeeping Bureau as a prisoner in custody, so I refuse to accept."

Zhao Chuanxin held out three fingers: "Salary of 30 rubles per month."

Boyarkov still shook his head: "This is not about money."

Zhao Chuanxin held out four fingers: "Salary of 40 rubles per month."

Boyarkov's voice was filled with anger: "Sir, I think you don't understand that money is not everything and cannot buy respect and..."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his fist: "100 rubles per month, plus a year-end bonus of 1,000 rubles."

I was dumbfounded that it could be written down.

This is more than his salary.

He admired Boyarkov. Not only was he fearless, but his decisions could not be changed by anyone, and money could not sway him even half a cent.

Boyarkov slammed the table, glared at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Sir, when will you take office?"

Can be written: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Today."

Boyarkov looked at Zhao Chuanxuan's pilot watch greedily: "Sir, in addition to these, I also want your watch."

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin took off the Santos watch and handed it to him.

After going out, Neng Chengwen asked Boyarkov in astonishment: "How dare you talk to an adult like that?"

Boyarkov patted him on the arm: "Don't panic. In Lugang Town, I inquired about adults in detail. As long as a person is capable, he can accept that person's temper."

"Is that so?" Neng Chengwen scratched his head.

"Yes, and didn't you notice? Your Excellency has been looking at his watch, which shows that he has lost patience with official business and is eager to get out."

Neng Chengwen's eyes lit up: "Then maybe I can talk to adults like this..."

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Like I said." Boyarkov shrugged: "Only those with great ability can have a strong temper."

"..." Neng Chengwen said angrily: "Zhuo, are you saying that I am incompetent?"

The two came to the restaurant. Ken Nakamura's eyes lit up when he saw the watch on Boyarkov's wrist at the door: "You two adults are back. I am very happy to see you. You are the humerus of the Peacekeeping Bureau. Without you, Mr. Zhao will live forever." Frowning..."

In the past, although Boyarkov assisted Zhao Chuanxin in handling official affairs, no one took him as a meal.

Today, Nakamura Ken's attitude changed drastically, which made Boyarkov very happy. He took out ten kopecks and stuffed them into Nakamura Ken's hand: "I am happy today, I will reward you."

Thank you very much Ken Nakamura.

Peter Grebbin asked him in a low voice: "Why did he reward you?"

Nakamura Ken said proudly: "The watch on his wrist belongs to Master Zhao. Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Peter Grabbin suddenly realized: "I understand, he stole the Lord's watch!"

Ken Nakamura: "..."

Neng Chengwen, who entered the restaurant, said sourly: "You are so generous. I remember you only have 10 kopecks left in your pocket?"

Boyarkov looked at Neng Chengwen in surprise and said loudly: "Master Neng, isn't it your treat? Are you not willing to spend a meal to reward your companion who has suffered all the way with you?"

Neng Chengwen's eyes wandered, and when he saw someone looking at them in the restaurant, he quickly shouted, "How could that be? Am I a stingy person?"

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Then Poyarkov saw Gavrilovich, a doctor from the Peacekeeping Service.

He greeted: "Hello, doctor, aren't you the best at treating chilblains? I have chilblains on my body. Please help me treat it after eating later."

Gavrilovich raised his hand in response, took a sip of the red wine with the table and said, "Oh, I'm better at setting bones now, especially after three glasses of wine."

The waiter asked Boyarkov if he wanted a drink.

Boyarkov: "Do you think I want to set someone else's bones? In the future, I will be the deputy director of the Peacekeeping Bureau. I can relax in my administration, but I cannot indulge. So I don't have to drink."

The waiter and doctor were surprised.

Neng Chengwen said: "Don't look at me, everything he said is true."

A prisoner who was originally in custody went out for a walk and suddenly became the deputy director of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Where can I go to reason?

Gavrilovich took a sip of wine: "Look, I'm just saying, it's okay to drink more wine. Anyway, you can't tell the difference between reality and dreams when you are awake."

Boyarkov's promotion to deputy director of the Peacekeeping Bureau shocked the free people of the Peacekeeping Bureau no less than Zhao Chuanxin's massacre of the Japanese institutions in Changchun Prefecture to the people outside the customs.

So while he was eating, someone came to him and said, "Sir, I'm from the north."

This man spoke in a soft tone, made small movements constantly, and looked away.

Boyarkov is very familiar with this. These are the exiles on the North Island. They will not say that they are exiles, they will only say that they are from the north.

"What's the matter?"

"It's like this, sir, I want to join the Peacekeeping Bureau and become a free citizen, but I heard that the Peacekeeping Bureau no longer distributes rations."

Boyarkov took a sip of cabbage soup, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir, do you know that there is a man named Ford who built cars in the United States? When he was 12 years old, his father asked him to continue making cars. He worked as a farm assistant on the side, but he insisted on building a machine that could walk on the road to replace livestock and manpower, so he spent one year completing the mechanic training that took others three years. After spending more than a year studying the principles of steam and realizing that it didn't work, he then, you know, succeeded in building a gasoline-burning car engine."

The exiled prisoner was no longer so embarrassed. He raised his head and asked, "Sir, what do you mean?"

Boyarkov pushed away the dinner plate: "I want to tell you that the Peacekeeping Bureau does not issue rations, but the Peacekeeping Bureau has a lot of work to do. It doesn't matter if you make more or less, you need to survive first. Then, you have to find someone. Life goals, such as what kind of food you want to wear, what kind of house you want to live in, what kind of woman you want to find, and what inheritance your child will inherit. When you have a direction, will you still worry about starving to death? Target, you’re thirty? Forty? Fifty? Aren’t you much better than him?”

The exiled prisoner's eyes gradually brightened: "Sir, thank you, I know what to do. Ford is nothing? I will crush him!"

Boyarkov: "..."

After the exiled prisoner left, Neng Chengwen asked curiously: "If this is the case, will he starve to death?"

"I just want to give him a hope." Boyarkov picked up the bread and sandwiched ham and venison: "Most people just want to get an answer from an authoritative person. They have their own thoughts and can make their own decisions. There are very few people. Our Peacekeeping Bureau really doesn’t provide food rations. Only God knows whether he can survive this winter.”

Neng Chengwen was thoughtful: Is this why Mr. Zhao asked Boyarkov to be the deputy director?

"Oh, by the way." Boyarkov said to Neng Chengwen: "I heard that our Peacekeeping Bureau has a telegraph. I will recruit people today, and tomorrow you will ask Levitan to give up the telegraph bureau."

"Why?" I was unhappy to be able to write it down: "The telegraph office was won by Levitan."

"Sorry, it is obvious that our Peacekeeping Bureau has separated military and political affairs. The telegraph office should not be owned by the Peacekeeping Forces, because you will destroy it, just like the telegraph office in the Qing Dynasty was unsustainable because the official documents were complicated and would affect the business later."

"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have invited you to dinner."

"That's why I didn't tell you earlier."

Boyarkov was extremely efficient in his work and went to recruit people right after dinner.

Let's learn from Zhao Chuanxin's recruitment of a secretary first, but his secretary is not a woman, nor is he a malnourished exile, but a young and vigorous man with a rosy face.

He spent an afternoon forming a governance team, reported it to Zhao Chuanxin, and stored the personnel files in the archives room on the second floor of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Zhao Chuanxin was curious and went downstairs to take a look at the file.

Archival records are very colloquial.

Lev Sergeyev: Literate, with some accounting knowledge, but greedy, alcoholic, and likes to beat his wife when drunk...

Zhao Chuanxin went through a few more copies, but the files were rough. Zhao Chuanxin even suspected that some people's ages and other information were fake.

Only the advantages and disadvantages are recorded in detail, especially the disadvantages.

Alcoholism, laziness, impatience, hitting women and children, liking to fight with others, being petty, leaking pus from bad channels, loving to take advantage, loving to lie...

Xingyue said: "Good guy, none of these people are good."

However, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "There is no perfect person in this world. If you look at whoever diaries and becomes a saint, you must be careful about him. He is not a serious person."

Xingyue said meaningfully: "Oh..."

Boyarkov is right.

As long as he has the ability, Zhao Chuanxin can tolerate a big temper.

Besides, this guy was just testing him.

In fact, he is better than a monkey at attaching hair.

With Boyarkov, Zhao Chuanxin was finally relieved of the burden of trivial matters.

Let him go to Lugang Town in the first place to dispel his worries that he would have no future with him.

After coming back, he was indeed completely transformed and full of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin went out with a relaxed mood and walked towards the mountain.

Nakamura Ken saw him and asked: "Sir, where are you going?"

Zhao Chuanxin did not even turn his head: "The mountains dance like silver snakes, the plains run like wax elephants, and they want to compete with the gods."

"Sir, you can write a poem in three steps, so amazing!"

Zhao Chuanxin always hurt his knees when jumping on the hard ground, and it would be much better if he jumped in the snow.

But he always had to avoid people, otherwise he would lose his dignity.

So he chose to go to the mountain.

The better thing about the anti-force rune channel than the anti-force shoulder strap is that Zhao Chuanxin can control the posture after the anti-force at will.

Unlike the anti-force shoulder strap, if it floats up, it can only stand upright in the air.

He practiced day and night, and he didn't work so hard even when he took the college entrance examination.

Finally, a few days later, he practiced from ten kilograms of anti-force effect to... eighteen kilograms.

On the way back to the Stone Tower, we passed by the Fragrance Restaurant. The chubby old Russian lady who was responsible for cleaning the restaurant was carrying a basin and pouring water into the gutter.

She gained weight after becoming a freeman of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, she was surprised and said, "Sir, you have lost weight."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, you will also lose weight if you jump high like me every day."

"That won't do. If you are thin, you will look old, and you will look older."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah... tui! How old are you?"

"Just had my 43rd birthday."

"Hehe... If you were four years younger, maybe we could have an affair."

The 43-year-old old lady smiled "shyly": "I think it's okay now."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head as he walked: "No, 39 is just right, 43 looks old."

"Sir, you can't marry someone by appearance."

"You misunderstood, I only care about the thickness of the soul. When I look at you now, I can see through your soul at a glance. It's too thin."

The 43-year-old old lady looked down and easily saw the instep.

I couldn't help but feel discouraged.

The beginning of spring is nothing in Sakhalin, but in China, it means that New Year's Eve is coming soon, and Zhao Chuanxin has to be prepared.

He went back to wash, change clothes, and went out to patrol the streets again.

After Boyarkov's handling for a few days, there were no beggars on the streets.

The city management was well received.

After going to the men's and women's military camps, Zhao Chuanxin went back to explain to Neng Chengwen and Boyarkov, packed his bags and started to talk.

Old Zhao was not stingy with money.

He had a kind of confidence: even if I was penniless, I could go to the Yokohama Specie Bank of the devils to withdraw money and have food and drink for a few months.

But when it comes to the power of faith, he was terribly frugal.

For example, when he returned to Lubin Prefecture, he had to ride the third generation of Youlong to Luojin in South Korea first, and then start teleporting.

Xingyue complained: "You rode for more than an hour, 1,500 kilometers, just to save 600 kilometers of teleportation mileage?"

Zhao Chuanxin calculated silently and still rode the third-generation Youlong: "Although what you said makes some sense, this saves 15 times, which is enough for me to teleport to The Hague to see my daughter once."

Xingyue said: "Sure enough, men will lose part of their souls after having children."

Just when he returned, Zhao Chuanxin found that there were refugees on the streets of Lubin Prefecture.

The ragged grassland refugees said to Zhao Chuanxin in poor Chinese: "Please do me a favor..."

Zhao Chuanxin passed by with a cigarette in his mouth and a look of embarrassment: "I would like to do good, but I am soulless and my kindness is limited."

Xingyue: "..."

Some people are keen on small favors, such as people in the future will give 50 yuan to beggars living in a 160-square-meter flat, and will feed cats and dogs that seriously damage the environment and ecology at regular times.

Old Zhao does great good and does great evil.

There is no such thing as a small fight in this regard.

However, he went to the official goods bureau to ask Yao Jia why there were refugees.

When he arrived at Yao Jia's office, Zhao Chuanxin heard him making a phone call inside.

Yao Jia said: "Japanese? Bank manager interview? What? He is the manager of the Japanese Bank in Tokyo? Can he come after the new year?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin walked in: "No."

Yao Jia did not hang up the phone, but held the microphone between his ears and shoulders, and asked Zhao Chuanxin with a raised eyebrow while holding a Wrigley cigarette in his mouth: "Why not?"

"If it is the manager of the Japanese Bank in Tokyo that was bombed, this person is despicable, vulgar, shameless, a beast in human form, a black sheep, a wolf with ambitions, a heartless mind, disgusting..." A series of vicious words came out of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, and he suddenly stopped: "Call him here, just in time for me to ask him where he hid the remaining more than one million. ”

Yao Jia hurriedly said: "Oh, OK, let him come, we want to interview him."

After hanging up the phone, he was excited: "Sir, I was just about to ask you about entering the American film industry. You certainly don't know how much money "Sakhalin Bitter Journey" made, I'm really afraid of scaring you if I tell you."

"No matter how much money is made, it won't scare me, but the refugees on the streets of Lubin Prefecture are quite scary."

Yao Jia put out the cigarette: "Well, it's all caused by those grassland princes, it has nothing to do with us. The people of the Five Wings Banner in our territory are living well."

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the grassland began to make trouble, probably in the past one or two years?

Did you forget something important?

Yao Jia said in a timely manner: "By the way, there are two important things to tell you. First, Huo Yuanjia's student Chen Gongzhe and others have established the Jingwu Athletic Association and want to hire you as a martial arts teacher. Second, do we in Lubin Prefecture want to participate in the Nanyang Industrial Exposition next year?"

"No, I will participate."

Zhao Chuanxin said briefly.

"Do you want me to refuse politely?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "How do you think I look euphemistic?"

After bidding farewell to Yao Jia, Zhao Chuanxin went to fill Rebecca Levi's empty heart and... the carriage.

After all, it was after get off work, and there were only two people sitting in the gorgeous carriage, which was too empty.

When Zhao Chuanxin found Rebecca Levi's carriage, the car was in motion.

He heard the conversation between the two people in the car.

Rebecca Levi said: "I want to be with him forever, as the Chinese saying goes-swear to each other, never separate, and grow old together."

Tang Qunying's unique thorny voice sounded: "Really? You really should listen to our Zhao Zhifu's thoughts. You asked him to grow old together, but it depends on how many hands he holds."

"What do you mean?"

At this time, a dog barked outside the car.

Then a child in the phallic period said: "Master!"

Another child's voice: "Master!"

Rebecca Levi hurriedly opened the car door and looked out.