“Don’t miss it!”

Li Shuanzhu, dressed in casual clothes, knocked on the gate of the courtyard, and the hem of the clothes on his waist was raised, and there was an M1892 revolver inside.

Recently, Shuai Chu bypassed Zhang Zuolin and the Japanese and secretly negotiated an arms deal with the Frenchman. He bought 300,000 rifles, 300,000 bullets, 6 mountain cannons, 20,000 shells, 10 Fiat machine guns, 200,000 shells, with a total value of 14 million francs.

These are all inventory from France after World War I. Most of the rifles were worn seriously, and some even had rust barrels, but they were still very popular when sold to China. The Frenchman also knew how to do favors and gave away 500 pistols and a large number of bullets for free. Chu Yupu sent one to each of his direct guards.

The francs have depreciated wildly in the past decade, and the price comparison with the pound has dropped to 240:1. The 14 million francs are less than 600,000 oceans. This business makes Magistrate Chu so happy that he can't find the north.

Since receiving the French revolver, Li Shuanzhu has been so precious that he has to hold it in his arms even when he goes out, and he will carry it with him for half a step away.

"Yaah!"

The old door of the courtyard opened. When the landlord saw that it was Zhou Hexuan, he quickly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Zhou is here, please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

"Old lady, I'm disturbing!" Zhou Hexuan said with his fists.

The landlord's wife said gratefully: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou's care, those big-headed soldiers dare not come to make trouble."

When the landlord Shan Chengfu heard the news, he quickly asked his daughter-in-law to make tea, ran to the yard and bowed, "Mr. Zhou, come into the house and sit down."

"No, I'm here to find Brother Shoumin." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

The door of the west wing suddenly opened, and Li Shoumin's voice came: "Xike, Xike, I'll just say why the magpies kept calling today."

Zhou Hexuan went into the house to pay homage to Mrs. Zhou, and then pulled Li Shoumin. Li Xiangji's brothers went out to play, and his third brother Li Shouji also wanted to come with him, but Li Shoumin scolded him and went back to the house to do his homework.

"Go to Xinming Grand Theater!"

Li Shoumin ordered the coachman and turned around and said to Zhou Hexuan: "The Xieqing Club performs in Tianjin these two days, so you must not miss it."

Zhou Hexuan has no hobby for traditional operas, and he doesn't know which popular opera troupe of Xieqing Society is. Since Li Shoumin likes to watch it, he just treats it as a friend to relax.

The rickshaw ran on the street for a while. Zhou Hexuan looked at the sparse pedestrians and couldn't help but say, "This Tianjin city is much deserted. It used to be very lively on weekends."

"It's not Chu Yu..." Li Shoumin glanced at Li Shuanzhu and changed his words, "It's not the credit of Zhuang Chu. I'll arrest the Red Party today and collect silver tomorrow. The people of Tianjin have met a master of Qingtian."

"Hahaha." Even if Li Shuanzhu is stupid, he could still hear the irony. But this is a fact. In addition, Li Shoumin is Zhou Hexuan's good friend, so he didn't know what to say except for giggling foolishly.

To be honest, if the people of Tianjin miss Feng Yuxiang's rule today, although General Changzhang is politically irresistible, he is much gentler than Chu Yupu's management of the people.

Not long after, a newspaper boy suddenly appeared on the street. He was barefoot, wearing a shabby single dress, holding a booklet in his hand and shouting: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes is printed and released, a set of four volumes, and the number of prints is limited. Buy first, serve, and then buy it, but there is no one!"

Li Shoumin laughed: "Brother Hexuan, your masterpieces have been published."

"Thanks to Xiangji's connection," Zhou Hexuan asked the coachman to stop and waved to the newspaper boy, "How did the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" sell?"

The newspaper boy immediately ran over: "A set of four volumes, each volume is one yuan, you can buy it separately, and you only need three and a half yuan to buy the whole set."

"Give me a set, and the remaining five cents are tips for you." Zhou Hexuan took out 4 silver dollars and said.

"Okay, thank you sir!" The newspaper boy was overjoyed.

Zhou Hexuan took the book and looked at it, and found that each book only has six chapters, about 160,000 words of content. In light of the current price, the book is very expensive and no different from grabbing people.

There were few intellectuals in the Republic of China, and even fewer could write and publish books. Therefore, not only did the manuscript fees of literati have high prices, but the price of books was also ridiculously expensive.

In Lao She's novel "Divorce", there is a plot: a colleague advised Lao Li not to buy books, save money on buying books every month, and buy a small house in Peking in a few years.

It was a fantasy to buy a house in the capital for several years, but it was a fact during the Republic of China.

Otherwise, Zhang Henshui would buy a royal mansion in Peking.

Zhou Hexuan handed the book to Li Shoumin's brothers and asked the newspaper boy: "How is this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" selling?"

The newspaper boy smiled and said, "It's sold very well. I have sold 8 sets after I have just been on the street for a while. I am about to go back to get the goods. It's more profitable than selling newspapers." The newspaper boy got a tip of 50 cents and felt very happy. He also said, "If "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is sold every day, I can earn enough tuition in half a year and I can go to school to study."

Looking at the happy smile on the newspaper boy's face, Zhou Hexuan felt very sad. He wanted to say a lot but couldn't say it. He waved his hand and said, "Go and do your best. Read more books to have hope."

"My mother said the same," the newspaper boy ran away excitedly, and soon turned around and bowed, "Thank you sir!"

Li Shoumin also felt something and asked for no reason: "Hexuan, when will this country be excited?"

Zhou Hexuan shook his head helplessly: "As long as China is not unified, it will always be endless internal friction, and the warlords do not care about the lives of the people."

The two stopped talking and fell silent.

The rickshaw arrived at Xinming Grand Theater in a blink of an eye. No matter how fierce the war was outside, it was always lively, like two irrelevant worlds.

Zhou Hexuan bought four high-end tickets and sat in front of him. After watching the opening scene, today's highlights finally came.

After listening to the introduction of the newspaper, Zhou Hexuan learned that Xieqing Society was Shang Xiaoyun's team.

Shang Xiaoyun is the founder of Shang School Art. He was as famous as Mei Lanfang in the 1930s and ranked among the four famous Peking Opera actresses. Although he had not yet made this name, he was already well-known throughout the country. No matter how cruel the warlords were, they dared not kill him easily.

Fame is very important!

As long as Zhou Hexuan's "Rise of a Great Power" is completed and his reputation spread throughout China, Zhuang Chu would never dare to make things difficult for him anymore.

What surprised Zhou Hexuan was that Shang Xiaoyun was actually acting in a fashion show today. The Peking Opera master wore a suit and accompanied it with Western instruments throughout the process. The song was called "Modenga Girl".

Wearing a suit, companion music, and singing Peking Opera, the story content is interpreting Buddhist stories, and the painting style is extremely strange.

"good!"

When the singing was exciting, there were cheers everywhere, and the sound seemed to be able to overturn the roof of the theater.
Chapter completed!