Beiyang new warlord

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Finally, I got on the train, and the train was speeding northward. Chiyohime was still waving her little hand, watching her go. Unknowingly, Chang Ping suddenly felt relaxed in his heart, although it was impossible to be like someone else The little girl is so free to go wherever she wants, and she is still followed by someone, but 90.00% of the entire reporter team was sent back to the capital by her, except for the two personal guards, and she pointed out her safety issues For Zhang Junrong, the chief of police on Central Street in Datong, a former veteran of Liaodong, and Changping, who was born in a deep palace since he was a child, he felt such freedom for the first time!

"Your Highness!"

The attack happened just now, Changping's security work was all on him, and the two remaining guards were still very nervous. The male guard, Shen Yunzhong, a master from Mao Jue's personal regiment, was very nervous standing nearby. Looking around vigilantly with a gun on her shoulders, everyone looks like a murderer, and another personal guard who takes care of Changping's daily life is recruited from the Weiyuan Escort Bureau of the capital, Lin Wan, the youngest daughter of the head of the bodyguard Lin Zhenzhong. For example, he cautiously clasped his fists behind Chang Ping and asked.

Seeing the nervous appearance of the two guards, Chang Ping, who seems to be good, didn't make things difficult for them, and smiled casually.

"I'm tired today, let's go home first!"

"As you order, Your Highness!"

This sentence really gave the two worried guards an amnesty. They surrounded Changping and left the train station. One went to drive the carriage, and the other followed the carriage on horseback, and drove back briskly.

In the carriage, Chang Ping was the only one left this time. She drew the curtains, and then she took out a thick envelope from her long windbreaker. She brought a thick envelope to the table. With three big characters: very important!

The envelope slipped down Chiyohime's sleeve into her pocket when she just hugged. When she opened the envelope, a thick stack of bank notes was revealed in front of Chang Ping's eyes. Each of them was at least 1 taels, including this time The one hundred thousand taels of travel expenses that Chang Ping gave her would be almost a million if one piece was added.

Regardless of the fact that Chiyohime is younger than Changping and was raised among the people since she was a child, at least she understands the concept of money more deeply than Changping!Looking at the thick banknotes, Changping's pupils showed a burst of astonishment at first, but after a while, he was thoughtful again, and shook his head gratefully.

After returning to the Shanxi guest house where he stayed in Taiyuan, he only stayed for a day. Changping packed his bags again, turned his head north again, and headed straight for Datong.

It seems that he really came to travel. Three days ago, Changping ran to see the famous Yungang Grottoes with great interest, and went to the famous Xuankong Temple to offer incense and worship Buddha. Then, what this Concubine Ming did was a bit incomprehensible.

"Big..., big..., big miss..., you, do you really want to go?"

You can't be called His Highness or Empress outside, but you can only be called Miss. Shen Yunzhong's old face turned green, and Zhang Junrong, the police chief of Zhongyang Street, who was forced to quit his job, had his old face turned green, while the female guard Lin Wanru was a little girl. With a pale face, he stuttered and asked.

Because the front is really not a good place, there is not even a signboard, a huge dice is painted on the door of the dilapidated house, a group of idlers in rags are coming in and out, far away, the smell is unpleasant The sweat and the choking smell of smoke spread out.

A small private gambling house in a wild way!

"Is this the Goulan Courtyard? Why can't I go?"

This one came prepared, looking at this ruined gambling house, but Zhu Yuhui's eyes were shining, she turned her head to answer in astonishment, and when the little ancestor spoke, Zhang Junrong, the newly appointed princess bodyguard, hurriedly weighed it again. I hurriedly posted it with an old face, and said with an ugly smile: "Miss, this is a small gambling house where rogues live together. It's a low-class place where you can meet all kinds of garbage people. It's not safe, and these low-grade Staying together also lowers your status!"

"You want to gamble! Is the Sanquan Gambling Square on Central Avenue successful? Nowhere is it legitimate, and it's always a place for elegant and big figures like you! This place is too cheap!"

"What do you mean, there are still criminals under your police chief?"

Turning his face around, Chang Ping almost choked Zhang Junrong to death with a single sentence. Even the big cities of later generations will inevitably have dark corners, and there are some rogue and rogue elder brothers, let alone this feudal society that is not yet a developed era. , what's more, here is next to the border, and there are more Jianghu people begging for life at the border ports. Many times, even the police like them can only turn a blind eye. As long as you don't come to the city to harm the common people, in this In the lower town of Piancheng, I am willing to fight and kill as I like, and the government doesn't care.

But this can't be said to the little ancestor Changping!Doesn't this appear to be inaction?In case this one sneers with His Majesty while sleeping, he will have to take off his clothes and leave!

But when Zhang Junrong was dumbfounded by the question, Chang Ping had already pushed him away and strode in.

"An outlaw? Today, Miss Ben is about to see it!"

"Hey, Missy!"

I vowed in my heart that I must put the business of catching gambling first in my future work. After a long time of mourning, Zhang Junrong also hurriedly squeezed in.

The place is really full of smog, people with cigarette butts in their mouths, people with chest hair exposed, all kinds of crooked idlers gathered around the tables, yelling loudly with sweat.It's really hard for Aimee Zhu, enduring the choking smell of sweat and feet, with a bitter face, Aimee Zhu stood next to a card table with big watery eyes, watching curiously from behind, watching After a while, she simply squeezed the two idlers away, and threw a heavy object onto the table.

"My lady buys big!"

This ingot of silver was probably no less than 50 taels. Hearing the childish and pleasant voice, the dice dealer was almost happy, and a baby came!A little girl who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth like this is flickering, I'm afraid she will have to put her body in it!Just as the living standards of the frontier areas improve, Yangzhou Shouma is in great demand!

But Le's big teeth grinned, and when he glanced over, the croupier almost fainted. The most ruthless police chief in Datong City, Zhang Junrong, the ruthless man who killed Tartars on the battlefield, and Mr. Zhang A boy waited on the young boy with a face like that. He almost cried when he saw him. Immediately, his hands shook, and a three-legged leopard 666 shook out. , the croupier shouted at the top of his voice.

"Miss, you are really a lucky star! Leopard, it may not come out once every few years, buy one and pay ten, 500 taels, you always take it!"

The money was pushed in front of the long plane with a splash, but the dealer's eyes were aimed at Zhang Junrong. This is also the rule of the road. You are old and tight, and if you are a little filial, you will accept it when you see it, and you can walk away happily ?

However, does Zhang Junrong dare to leave?With a gloomy face and folded arms, he was just staring at the croupier, and the croupier who watched was also furious, why did his boss offend this master?

However, Chang Ping, a young child, is still ignorant, and he is not happy to win, and he keeps muttering in his small mouth that he has won, which is boring!With a bang, 500 Liangquan was pushed up.

"My lady buys all small ones!"

How much money is enough to be satisfied!His fingers were trembling, and the croupier shook sadly for a long time, and in the murderous eyes of those gamblers, he shook one by one!

"Miss, you are amazing! Buying small is good!"

But this Changping was stunned. Amidst the mournful face of the croupier, he looked back thoughtfully at Zhang Junrong, who had a dead face, and suddenly showed a bright smile. The little girl tugged Zhang Junrong coquettishly. "Uncle, I want to play by myself for a while, can you go over there?"

Such a heavyweight eldest niece, how dare Zhang Junrong say it's not good?He raised the anti-gambling program in his heart again, and his fierce eyes threatened, whether he retreated to the gate carefully, or with that charming smile, this time Aimee Zhu brought back a large pile of silver and threw a piece of it to the table.

"Five taels, big!"

This little girl is on the road!All of a sudden, the croupier couldn't help but glanced at Chang Pinggao, and immediately rolled the dice with a clatter. In the sweaty gamblers following suit, a one, two, three came out.

"Everyone, little one! Take the price and get the compensation, bet quickly!"

Peeking out, the little girl wasn't angry when she lost, but she looked excited, and she threw a dozen or so taels of silver at the big table, making her even more sure, and the croupier rattled and shook the dice cylinder again. After a short while, the entire casino suddenly heard the sound of slapping thighs.

"Hi!!!"

Mao Jue once told Changping a story. In order to paint the greedy, timid and shameless image of Judas who betrayed Jesus in "The Last Supper", the author Leonardo da Vinci once went deep into the slums, wharf taverns, and gambling houses to observe The expressions of those thieves, rascals and lawbreakers finally fell to the lifelike Judas!

There were more than a dozen gambles, with wins and losses. It seemed that the game was on the rise. Chang Ping was also a ladylike fan. He rolled up his sleeves and revealed Bai Shengsheng's arms. On the stool in front of the table, they shouted crazily along with those lunatic gamblers.

"big big big!"

Looking at this appearance, Zhang Junrong was always confused.

But going out from this small gambling house is a huge mule and horse market. Almost all the caravans of Shanxi merchants going to the grassland stand here, and the brigades returning from the grassland also want to rest here. On the market, there are thieves, liars, gamblers, bodyguards who carry knives and fight for their lives, Mongolian riders who infiltrate the customs to make a living, Korean swordsmen, and even Japanese ronin, everything that one expects to find!

Chapter 7 Fifty. The layout of the Dutchman

Amidst the tinkling of sails and bells, the heavy [-]-masted Pangu-class treasure ship, surrounded by more than a dozen armed merchant ships, left the warm Hangzhou Bay in a mighty way. Parting is always full of sadness, and some merchants pretend to be Yue Yue waved her hands and shouted to bring back something. On the shore, some old couples were leaning on the cast iron pole tied to the anchor.

However, in the crowd, an old Dutch man with a high nose and red hair was also watching this scene with straight eyes. Every time he saw it, he had to be intoxicated and impressed by the powerful power emanating from this ancient oriental country. Napoleon once described China as a A sleeping lion, this lion 300 years earlier, woke up!

But after the shock, the Dutch old man's expression became complacent again, he smiled and snorted coldly, leaning on his crutches, turned his head into the crowd again, and disappeared.

Now Hangzhou Port has definitely become an international metropolis. The British, French, Dutch, and Portuguese who come here to survive and work are even more than Macau. This little old man is really inconspicuous in the crowd. .

Leaving the port, next to the large warehouse by the port, there were four-wheeled trucks unloading crates and crates of raw silk. When the little old man came back, one of them, Da Ming, was in charge of delivering the goods with a notebook. The fat businessman happily put down the pen that was recording Rufei, and waved high at him.

"Mr. Cohen, here!"

"Thank you, kind Mr. Dai!"

With the same kind smile on his face, holding his helping hand, the little Dutch old man jumped onto the carriage rack in front of the large horse-drawn truck, took out a pipe, smoked a couple of puffs, and started talking to the owner. It was a little joke.

If you just look at the appearance, I'm afraid it will never be possible to see this kind little old man who is like the grandfather next door and the mastermind behind him. He slaughtered the natives of the entire Spice Islands, supported the seven small lowland provinces, and fought with the Spaniards for most of his life. The iron-blooded characters of the brutal 80 Years War are linked together.

This batch of raw silk was quite a lot. It took a whole morning for a hundred or so Korean porters to unload the goods and pile them up in the dock warehouse. The big truck sped out of the bustling streets and markets of Hangzhou again.