In the amusement room nicknamed "Warehouse", Qin Mazi bowed and listened in sweat. The emperor in front shook his palm-fried fan and asked the new group of envoys who were going to send a mission to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in person. He did not give them paper, but made a verbal explanation, because Zhao Kuo did not want to leave evidence for Tianjing: "...Now Tianjing has broken the Jiangnan and Jiangbei camp, and the limelight is in full swing. All this is the credit of the Dongwang. When you meet the Dongwang, you said to him: I sincerely hope that he will become from nine thousand years old, and his little prince should also inherit this title..."

"Damn, this news is so hot. I didn't expect that Tianjing would be so lively." Qin Mazi silently remembered every word in Zhao Kuo's mouth in a cold sweat. The meaning of these connections was that Hai Song hoped that Yang Xiuqing would become the actual ruler, not the man of God.

"... And please pay attention to safety of the Eastern King. You must not be without soldiers. Wei Changhui's position is actually the Admiral of the Jiumen of Tianjing. This position is very important. If you ask him to pay attention, it should be handed over to the Eastern King's own people..." Zhao Kuo said, and he was thinking about strengthening the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Although they were all old farmers, Yang Xiuqing was better than the unreasonable madman in terms of ability and knowledge. He liked chaos in the world, and it would be better for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to be more troubled, so that the Song Dynasty could take advantage of the muddy waters and steal some points from the weaker positions of the powerful madmen. Anyway, no matter how big they were, they were just a peasant cult regime, and Zhao Kuo was not afraid at all.

The new envoy followed his boss Xiao Zuye and bowed out of the warehouse. A guy came towards him. He looked up and saw that it was Song Deling from the Prime Minister's office.

This person is also the object of gossip in the court. He is a newcomer, in his early thirties, but he is a sympathetic in the new imperial examination - a new secretary who was admitted to the Prime Minister's office based on his experience and experience in doing business in a foreign company. He has a position with little official position but a terrifying power.

He was not a diplomat from the comprador of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He was asked by Zhao Kuo and Zhong Jialiang to sue their grandfather and squatted in a foreign company and dug up from the staff who knew foreign literature. It was to incite others to rebel. It was not to be a scholar in the imperial examination; it was not a general Confucian scum, who could use idioms and allusions and flatter, but generally, the barbarians were not good at doing things and had insufficient experience in dealing with the world.

Now, as a comprador, Song Deling was admitted to the court in the new imperial examination. This represents the trend of marriage between business and power. The court opened a new door between business and the center. People like Song Deling have a new path: either to get rich or become an official.

"Secretary Song, look for Your Majesty, hurry up, he is fine now." Xiao Zuye stood in front of Qin Mazi who bowed and nodded from behind Song Deling, and said loudly.

"Thank you, Lord Xiao, for reminding me." Song Deling smiled.

"You said that this person was a foreign company manager before the exam, and he also had a luxury house, and he was still here to be an official? He is not a young man anymore." Xiao Zuye whispered to his subordinates.

"Didn't you hear that he lost a lot of money in the opium business?" Qin Mazi smiled. In the warehouse, Zhao Kuoxu waved his wooden tennis racket and asked in surprise: "Yong Wing still wants to leave? What is he going?"

Song Deling smiled and said, "He said he wanted to travel to the Qing Dynasty. I listened to his words. It seemed that he wanted to go to Tianjing to have a look."

"What's the best place in Tianjing?" Zhao Kuo sneered: "He thought how many people in the Qing Dynasty knew what Yale was?"

"Mr. Rong is arrogant and American in a round shape. It's understandable." Song Deling said this and narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I used to be a businessman. I knew his ideas. I was probably the first buyer who was the best. He didn't want to sell it. Because the things are good, national treasures, right? I have to wait and see if there is a better price."

"What kind of treasure in the country?" Zhao Kuo snorted coldly: "I don't understand what this world looks like."

Song Deling blinked his eyelids and said, "I heard from Mr. Zhong Jialiang's evaluation of the national treasure. In the past two months, they often talked at the Western Learning Promotion Association at night. They were very speculative."

"Zhong Jialiang knows nothing." Zhao Kuo couldn't help laughing when he heard this guy: "Remain the council? Damn that thing has not been here for ten years to remove poison. Ten years to cultivate the media. Ten years to stagger. Don't think it's useful!"

"Your Majesty believes that it is only possible for 30 years of parliament." Song Deling carefully recorded this information in his heart, but said, "I thought it would take only two days. My colleague Baoshundi is going to become the prime minister."

"That's impossible." Zhao Kuo sighed: "He just wants to run education, just do it, or just send dozens of international students abroad. I wink at such a small matter, and a businessman will do it for me. Is it necessary to whisper every day? Haven't people like Chen Qirong and others gone abroad with foreigners recently? Yung Wing, he is only young, only 28 years old, right? He has been studying for 20 years! He is all in foreign church schools and the United States, and he is full of passion, but he doesn't understand his hometown. If everyone is as smart and lucky as him, I'm going to have a headache."

Song Deling bowed again, concealed his pride in his eyes, and asked, "Mr. Rong set off for Macau tomorrow, then switched to Hong Kong, and then to Shanghai. Does Your Majesty have any instructions?"

Does this mean you still strive for it?

"You didn't give me any instructions. After all, we invited me to come." Zhao Kuo said indifferently: "But tell him that if you want to come back, I'll welcome you at any time."

Seeing his subordinates turn away from the amusement room, Zhao Kuo sat on a rattan chair, picked up a cigar and lit it, and murmured: "There are not many horses in a thousand miles, but the body of the horses is also valuable."

Back at the office, Song Deling met his boss Huan Zhuguo at the door. The other party glanced at him and asked, "How can your Majesty talk about Mr. Rong?"

"Ah, sir," Song Deling immediately added fuel to the words in the warehouse, fully demonstrating how he stumbling over the American circle. Seeing the smile in his boss's eyes, Song Deling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, this place in the Prime Minister's office is too difficult to get involved. If you are not careful, you will be finished." Song Deling shouted regretfully. A few days ago, when he was playing tennis with the emperor, he occasionally mentioned that he chatted with his former colleagues. The colleague said that there was a Chinese who graduated from Yale from Baoshunli who came in, which was probably the highest education among Chinese.

This was originally a topic of chatting, but the emperor immediately pointed out: Check this person!

The person who came was a Chinese man from Rong Dameng or a Guangdong man. His Majesty immediately ordered Song Deling to write a letter to invite this man to come and have a look. Although Song Deling no longer works in a foreign company, he didn't know this guy before, but he is a comprador, so it is necessary to bring closer relationships and promote himself. Song Deling and Rong Dameng replied a few letters back and forth and called him brothers.

I thought I had made a contribution, but the emperor inadvertently said that if this person was willing to come to the court to be an official, the prime minister could do it for him. This immediately made the Guan Yuzhuguo next to me look bad.

After coming out, Huan Zhuguo pulled Song Deling to ask about this little thing, only to regret Song Deling: This prime minister is actually a teacher in Hunan, and he couldn't even pass the imperial examination in the Qing Dynasty. He was loyal and careful when he sat in this position. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis about his butt sitting down. Especially now, the senior officials of the Song Dynasty are experiencing a foreign style. Huan Zhuguo doesn't even recognize the ABC, so he is afraid that if one day a great man who is connected with Chinese and Western power comes in and squeezes himself.

Yung Wing was so majestic that his Majesty also held high expectations, but the Prime Minister was inevitably a little unhappy. Song Deling naturally wanted to slapp his mouth, why did he talk so much: "Isn't it just an American bachelor? Damn it! It's amazing!"

As a former comprador of a foreign company and a current court official, he is actually a local man. Not to mention him, the foreign company friends who talked to him were all jealous in their tone--we have been in a ten-year relationship before we got up, and you, a young man, will be a senior manager when you return to China. Foreigners love you like a treasure, and we are all yellow-skinned and black-haired. Why are you?

Not to mention the help of the country, even if Yung Wing really came to the court and ascended to the high position, Song Deling felt uncomfortable. Now he offended his immediate superior. That was the prime minister. Song Deling regretted it and wanted to kill him.

Since Song Deling was ordered to accompany Yung Wing to look around, he always reported to Zhao Kuo. He went to report to Huan Zhuguo, saying that I was not familiar with the reception process and asked my boss to guide the work. Finally, Huan Zhuguo did not think that he was a landmine in the prime minister's office and was quite sensible.

Fortunately, His Majesty and Yung Wing didn't meet either. One was a cunning man who killed countless people and grew hair; the other was a young and energetic newcomer who studied abroad, and naturally had completely different views on the same issue.

In addition, Song Deling thought he was tricky to Yung Wing. For example, he implied that he looked down on His Majesty. For example, he saw that he was too tall and finally let His Majesty not come forward when Yung Wing was about to leave. It was a world of difference from meeting in person when he came to the place to meet him. Of course, this was his great contribution to Guan Gong's country. Song Deling smiled and expressed his merits to let Yung Wing get out in a regretful tone.

"What a pity for a talent." After hearing this, Huan Zhuguo smiled slightly, then looked at Song Deling and said with a smile: "During this period, you introduced Mr. Rong and worked hard with Mr. Rong throughout the whole process. I will give you a note and get the bonus."

"Thank you, sir! That's because sir, sir." Song Deling immediately bowed to the end.

Indian A-san, holding a headscarf, drove through the twisted streets of Hunan and Jiangxi in a carriage, and stopped deep in a narrow alley. At the door was the door of a church. Yung Wing jumped out of the car, where two American pastors were already waiting for him at the door.

"Yong Wing!"

"Tom, Smith, it's great to see you again!" After the carriage left, the three friends were exposed to hugging each other tightly.

One of them is Yung Wing’s friend in the United States, and the other is Yung Wing’s teacher when he was studying at a church run by Mrs. Guo Shili in Macau. Compared to the group of opium dealers, foreign compradors, and court officials always say that they are friends, these two are really good friends.

"After receiving a letter from you that you have arrived in Haijing, we are waiting for you day and night to meet you again." Tom smiled.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the direct route between Shanghai and Guangzhou was opened. When I returned to China, I thought the boat had to go to Hong Kong before going to Guangzhou." Yung Wing held Smith's hand and seemed to not want to let go.

At this moment, Yung Wing pounced forward and almost fell into Smith's arms. Just now a stone hit the back of his head.

The three of them turned around and looked at each other. In a group of cruel laughter, a group of dirty Chinese children who seemed to crawl out of a mud pit ran past the church in a laugh and cursed: "Foreign devils! Fake foreign devils!"

"Oh, you naughty boys! May God forgive you!" Tom trembled all over his body in anger, pointed at the group of children and shouted, then pressed Yung Wing's head and looked carefully. He asked with distress: "You are not injured, are you?"

"It's okay, it's just a little pebbles." Yung Wing endured the huge pain in the back of his head and said with a forced smile: "I didn't expect that this place is more xenophobic than Guangzhou. I have also suffered from gravel rains in my compatriots in Macau."

"This is because our skin color is different, and there are no Chinese rulers like Emperor Zhao here. The rulers are foreigners in their eyes. The residents always hate us so-called foreigners." Smith said with a wry smile.

As he was speaking, a strong Chinese man suddenly turned around in the alley, rushing towards the three of them like a mad cow. The man's eyes were red, his upper body was naked, and his body was covered in blood. He held a sharp horn knife in his hand, and it was covered in blood. He saw someone on the road. He shouted: "Doway! Dodge!"

Seeing such a person, Yung Wing and the other two turned their faces pale, and they leaned against the wooden door of the church. They made way and watched the guy run to the middle of the alley, pull up a sewer cover, and jump into the large sewer built by the Queen in Hong Kong.

As soon as he jumped into the alley, a group of policemen rushed into the alley. The leader was a Chinese. He held his revolver and stood in the empty alley. He turned his head and asked in fluent English: "Mr. Pastor, where did the criminal go?"

"He jumped into the sewer!" Yung Wing shouted at the guy's hiding place.

A minute later, the lid was opened by several Indians, and the leading Hong Kong police officers fired several shots into the dark shadow inside.

"Hong Kong is still so chaotic?" Yung Wing asked in the church.

"More chaotic than before." The two foreigners sighed in unison.

"This city is a famous city of sin. A long time ago, there were more brothels and tobacco houses than the serious family's houses." Tom said: "But since the Chinese land God Knight Emperor Zhao occupied Guangdong, it has become even more terrifying."

Smith shook his head and said, "The criminals who were only exiled by the Qing Dynasty came here. Now they are all kinds of criminals, pirates and smokers. They are abandoned children of Song and Europe and the United States, and are forbidden by any place except this place. In addition, Hong Kong could also be called a prosperity in sin because it was the center of business for the Qing Dynasty. Now, with Haijing, the largest free port in the Far East, businesses are moving towards Haijing, which can only be called sin and in a depressed city. Homicide happens every day, and murderers, prostitutes and smokers become the masters of this city."

"No wonder the Song Dynasty officials handed me this when they were sent onto the boat, saying that I needed this in Macau and Hong Kong." Yung Wing pulled out a revolver full of ammunition from his arms in pain.

After the two pastors were silent for a long time, Tom laughed: "Yong Wing, are you determined to go to Nanjing with us? What is your impression of the Song Dynasty?"

"Yes. I must go to Nanjing to see it. This will confirm my impression of the Song Dynasty." Yung Wing said firmly. Then he sighed a little disappointedly: "I feel very confused."

After leaving Haijing, the strongest feeling of this American high school talent is disappointment.

He is a proud man. With his education, in the time and space of 1856, how many people can compare with him in the world?

In this era, whether Chinese or Western, illiteracy is the mainstream of everything. In the West, I went to middle schools and generally taught high school students, and I was considered an intellectual by myself by learning to read by the Bible.

Yung Wing returned to this farther Far East, and for weak business and church careers, he could be regarded as a visiting noble.

Bao Shun, a business leader in the Far East, is up to him to choose from. He will never interview him 100 years later. Of course, even after 100 years, Yung Wing will at least be a face-to-face leader, Morgan, Goldman Sachs, and Microsoft interviews will be done one by one, as long as he submits his resume.

A young Chinese who loves his hometown and is talented will not be satisfied with a small golden collar position. The greater his ability, the greater his ambition. Perhaps before returning to China, Yung Wing wanted to be a savior in saving China's poor people and use his own Western knowledge to help his compatriots in the dark.

But obviously, this ideal is not something that cannot be achieved in the Chinese civilization with strict hierarchy. It requires at least the status of a powerful minister who is beloved by the emperor.

The Song Dynasty would not give him the opportunity to realize his ideals. In fact, he felt that there was a gap in understanding between him and the rebel Zhao Kuo.

This British English-speaking emperor clearly expressed what he wanted to do: "Mr. Rong, send overseas students, I can set up a branch office for you in the Hairen Bureau, you are the director, select young children; introduce Western machines. I have been doing it, but I can hang it for you under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you are responsible for collaborative negotiations. In addition, I want to ask you to name the translation office and lead the translation of some Western documents; you can serve these three positions at the same time. I give you the treatment of senior officials, and I can also set up an education subsidy for you immediately to give you a satisfactory salary; but now what I am most worried about is

, In rural areas, conflicts between non-credits and believers have occurred frequently. Some property and real estate disputes involving the church have made me and local officials feel very difficult. Can you give me a solution, starting from the religious or legal aspects. In general, I don’t want the conflict to expand; in addition, I want to give you the management and establishment of church schools. I hope these schools can be used to open up people’s wisdom, especially in rural areas... Of course, I heard that you are very popular among the industry and commerce of the Song Dynasty. I hope you can also exert some fundraising matters and pick them up. After all, you are still fighting now and the court is too poor..."

The emperor talked a lot about this long story. But in the ears of the 28-year-old graduate Yung Wing, it was a trivial matter, undoubtedly treating him as a piece of dog skin plaster and doing trivial things.

When talking about national policy and the court clearly carried out the Westernization Movement, the emperor avoided talking. He said: "Of course I encourage it, but I hope it will be done by private people. National policy said. It's useless. What you said is that I use the treasury to carry out the Westernization Movement Movement. It's good. What you said will definitely take effect quickly. It's not easy for the country to pull a few factories. But what I care about is efficiency and influence. I don't want the country to get involved in business, except for help, because I can't control my officials to play with me! God's return to God. Caesar's return to Caesar. The people's land belongs to the people. The country is strong. Of course I have to work hard. But I think the wealth of the people is the key to everything. Everyone has money, so I will naturally be the same as you, hehe."

In a word, His Majesty knew what he was saying, but he didn't listen to him much. Yung Wing originally wanted to be a teacher, but Zhao Kuo clearly wanted him to be a small clerk and act as a servant.

In fact, Zhao Kuo's words were very practical, and Yung Wing's insights and enthusiasm were admirable, but a college student who was above the top and a peasant woman who only cared about food, rice, oil and salt always had no common language. Although they were quarreling for a long time, maybe they all said the same thing, the problem was that this touched the pride of young people, and Zhao Kuo did not even have the so-called emperor spirit. He was a gangster-like tone with dirty mouths.

A word "fuck" may be as smooth as a tone when a gangster from the lower class, but when he heard a gentleman's ear, it was no different from being shot at him by a gun, and this gangster is the most powerful guy on this territory.

But fortunately, there are now countries in the Far East, including the Song Dynasty, the Heavenly Kingdom, and even the Qing Dynasty.

Although the latter is not as good as the first two, who claim to believe in God, the latter is also a hometown, and Yung Wing also hopes to find an opportunity to serve him, if they are willing to give it to him.

Of course, no Chinese did not hate the Qing Dynasty, otherwise Yung Wing would not have thrown his braided passport as soon as he graduated from the United States. To become a US citizen and serve the Qing Dynasty was a choice. Now he really wanted to see what the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom looked like.

The impression that the Song Dynasty gave Yung Wing was not good. After all, he was comparing with the United States. This place was messy, and it could even be said that the demons were dancing around. For example, Zhao Kuo proudly boasted to him that he claimed to have all the elites in the business and thought circles of the Song Dynasty:

His initiator was an opium dealer. This thin and big smoker who had to smoke opium every half an hour was not only full of bold words, but also wanted to kill all the Qing royal family and corrupt officials with the same hobbies as him, but also took pride in the full Westernization. He repeatedly said half-jokingly to throw away Chinese characters and change them to English, but he himself didn't know English at all!

This is simply too weird.

The other so-called elites, two arms dealers will inevitably reveal each other's old secrets behind each other, one is full of the genius of the martial arts, the other is full of Hunan fellow villagers, newspaper elites, either lunatics in war, or Confucian advocates, etc.

Every time the meeting was held, the uncle and fellow villagers in the Western Academy flew together, opium and cigars were intertwined, and Confucius and Victoria were screaming like a pot of porridge.

These rough people, country bumpkins, wealthy fans, villains, and madmen made it difficult for Yung Wing, who had been studying and was an elite in famous Western schools, to adapt. Any characteristic of a powerful civilization is undoubtedly order.

Chinese people should add one more: etiquette.

None of these elites of the Song Dynasty were there. They just crawled out of the soil and surrendered to Zhao Kuo for their interests. They were not the wines that have emerged in recent years. Although the Chinese were not used to drinking them at all, the invited people were proud.

It is precisely because of this that Yung Wing eagerly wanted to go to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to see it. After all, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is no less famous than the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty was born from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and they themselves admitted it. Moreover, they have been facing the main siege of the Qing Dynasty, and they have legendary steps towards heaven from a village to heaven. They have established a Tianjing. Is this legendary God's Heaven stronger than the Song Dynasty, and is its own destination?
To be continued...