In the lounge of the horse farm, Elvey Jacques Sezel, Consul General of Tianjin in France, was reading the newspaper. As he read, he smiled and said, "Mary, the Chinese you often mention does have a very profound understanding of European history. For this article about the rise and decline of Portugal, he is qualified to be a lecturer at the University of Paris."

"Is it just a lecturer? Why not a professor?" Ma Ruien looked at her husband in confusion.

"The history of Portugal is rich, and many of his views are not unusual, they are just erudition," Elvey explained.

Ma Ruien smiled and said, "That's because you haven't heard of his unique insights into the Soviet Union."

"I'm looking forward to it." Elway also smiled.

He just read the Beijing-Tianjin Times, which was founded in 1894 and changed from a weekly newspaper to a daily newspaper in 1902, with both English and Chinese versions. His original intention of running the newspaper was to serve as the mouthpiece of the British Concession Bureau of the British Concession, and specifically speak for the British.

Of course, for its own interests, Britain sometimes also uses the Beijing-Tianjin Times to help the Chinese. For example, it strongly opposes the "Twenty-One Articles" proposed by Japan, opposes the resolution of the "Paris Peace Conference" to transfer Shandong to Japan. This newspaper also strongly opposes the opium trade, the British-Japanese alliance, the smuggling of weapons, the warlord separatism, and safeguards human rights and dignity.

In general, this is a foreign newspaper with a crooked but still retains some bottom line. It has a great impact on foreigners and Chinese upper class people.

As for another newspaper published by "The Rise of Great Powers", it is a weekly newspaper headquartered in Shanghai. It has not been published yet, and its butt is even more distorted than the Beijing-Tianjin Times, and it often interferes in and accuses of China's affairs.

Roger Powell Spencer, Consul General of Tianjin in the United Kingdom, smiled and stood up, "That Chinese and their emperor are here."

Puyi and Wanrong always look loving in front of outsiders, holding their arms and smiling at each other.

When everyone met, Puyi was also very gentlemanly. He kissed the two consular wives and shook hands with the other three men to greet them. Wanrong's etiquette was much more traditional. She placed her hands at her waist and gave a blessing gift with her legs slightly bent.

Marruien enthusiastically introduced to Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, this is my husband Elway. This is Roger, the British Consul General in Tianjin, and this is Li Fusen, the commander of the French garrison in Tianjin."

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

After everyone shook hands separately, they collectively went to the horse house not far away. Ma Ruien asked with concern: "Mr. Zhou, can you ride a horse?"

"I know a little, but I'm not proficient," Zhou Hexuan replied with a smile, and said, "You should call me Charles in English."

"Okay," Maruien smiled, "Charles, you can pick a docile mare."

Zhou Hexuan nodded and said, "Thank you for the suggestion."

With the help of the horse breeder, Zhou Hexuan quickly selected a pure black mare, with a black and shiny body as silk as silk. It was a Helstein horse transported from Europe. This horse is a warm-blooded horse breed with good speed, endurance and flexibility, and has a gentle temper. It is suitable for polo, three-day races and dressage.

As for the British purebred horses, although they are very awesome in racing, they are not suitable for playing polo, and they are easy to lose control and cause accidents.

Zhou Hexuan used to travel around the world, but it was not as simple as taking a plane and a steamboat to take a quick look at a certain attraction. He would live in the local area for a while and try to get in touch with locals. He learned riding horses while in Mongolia and Kazakhstan.

After turning over and sitting on the horse's back cleanly, Zhou Hexuan found that he had become much stronger after traveling through time. When he looked at the emperor, he saw Puyi holding Wanrong's waist to support her on the horse. In this way, no wonder foreigners in the Tianjin Concession said that Puyi has a grace and connotation.

hehe!

Zhou Hexuan gently clamped the horse's belly, and the horse ran towards the polo field very obediently, and the servants also followed him with ball bags in hand.

The polo match is a confrontation between two teams, with 4 people in each team.

In addition to Zhou Hexuan, Puyi and Wanrong, the strongest garrison commander Li Fusen was also assigned to their group, with Zhou Hexuan and Li Fusen as the forwards. Opposite were British consuls and French consuls. The two consuls acted as forwards and the two wives acted as guards.

After the kickoff, soldier Li Fusen first touched the ball and pushed the polo in the direction of Zhou Hexuan with a stick. Although Zhou Hexuan had never played this sport before, it felt quite simple after understanding the rules, provided that you have to be able to ride a horse.

Just when Zhou Hexuan was about to hit the ball, French Consul Roger suddenly rushed out at a 40-degree angle and knocked the ball away with a stick. French Consul Elvey easily received the ball and rushed towards the opponent's goal.

The two consuls generals are also the chairman of the British and French concessions in Tianjin. They are the highest executives in their respective concessions, but they don’t have much daily affairs. They are so idle all day long that they can only pass the time of these entertainment activities, one of which can play better than the other.

"Defense, defense!" Li Fusen turned his horse's head and shouted.

The two defenders Puyi and Wanrong were obviously incompetent. When they saw each other coming, they only intercepted them symbolically, and then the French consul easily scored.

Within seven minutes, the opponent scored five points in a row. General Li Fusen said that he couldn't lead the three rookies and was too lazy to compete. Zhou Hexuan became more and more excited. His riding skills were not worse than those of the two consuls. After gradually getting familiar with each other, he unexpectedly scored a goal in the second quarter.

"Yeah!" Wanrong waved the ball stick excitedly and rushed up to fight actively.

Although the technology is bad, the attitude is good.

But Puyi was always slow and still maintained his aristocratic demeanor, and was completely unable to integrate into collective activities.

After the whole game, the consul and his wife won by a 42:9 advantage. Those who don’t know might think they were playing basketball.

During the break, Li Fusen drank water and encouraged, "Charles, you have great polo talent. You will be familiar with it if you play a few more games. We can still form a team next time."

"Is that so? Then I'll call me next time I play." Zhou Hexuan's main purpose is to make friends with these foreigners, especially the garrison commander with troops.

In order to meet his preferences, Zhou Hexuan took the initiative to talk about Napoleon and praised His Majesty the Emperor's great military achievements. This was indeed a great appetite for the French general. Soon the two started to chat and laugh, just like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Puyi looked from a distance and felt that Zhou Hexuan was outstanding in talent, not only knowledgeable, but also had such excellent social skills.

After lunch at the club, Puyi took advantage of Zhou Hexuan's chance to go to the bathroom and immediately followed up and pestered him, hoping that Zhou Hexuan would be loyal to him.

As an emperor, there is no one else to do so.

Puyi is now short of people, and he wants to recruit those who are capable. Using the game "The Three Kingdoms" as a metaphor, Puyi is a bare-legged monarch, while Zhou Hexuan is an invasive general with good attributes.

Zhou Hexuan did not agree to him immediately, but smiled and asked back: "Do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

"Please say it." Puyi nodded.

Zhou Hexuan said: "You are quite re-emperor, there are only three ways."

"There are three?" Puyi was overjoyed.

Zhou Hexuan said: "First, find a place to train troops and fight back the lost country."

Puyi was speechless. If he could train his army, would he still have to suffer the current cowardly?

Zhou Hexuan continued: "Secondly, take advantage of the conflicts between various forces to get the recommendation of many warlords and be a puppet emperor with peace of mind."

This is what Kang Youwei is doing, but Puyi has become a puppet enough. He asked expectantly: "What else?"

Zhou Hexuan said: "Third, put down the emperor's airs and go to politics, or join a potential organization. For example, the National Party, the Red Party, or even you can go south to take the Whampoa Military Academy and get up step by step. As you used to be, you must be easily accepted. Although the deposed emperor is the deposed emperor, his influence is still there. If you join any party, the prestige of that force will greatly increase."

Puyi was a little dizzy: "Ko... Keke and the others will be on guard against me, it is impossible for me to give real power."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "It's better than your current situation. If you don't want to join any force, you will always be alone. After joining a potential emerging force, you can always slowly gain the recognition of some people around you. Although the hope of becoming an emperor is slim, becoming a high-ranking official is not a problem. Even after you have enough qualifications, you may still become the president."

Zhou Hexuan is not talking nonsense. As long as Puyi put down his posture and defected to him, both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party will raise their hands to welcome him. However, the former will use him, while the latter will transform him, and only God knows the ending.

Puyi seemed to have lost his soul, repeatedly pondering Zhou Hexuan's third proposal, sometimes feeling it makes sense, sometimes feeling it is unreliable. Of course, his biggest doubt was that he was unwilling to let go of his identity as the emperor.

"It seems that I have to discuss with Master Kang." Puyi couldn't help but think of Kang Youwei when he was confused.
Chapter completed!