When I was in the capital, whenever I saw Datou happily watching the fun, Han Xiufeng would say, "Look at me smartly, I will see Guawazi late." But today, the person who always says others are Guawazi, became Guawazi, sat by the Bund and watched the foreigners' boats for nearly an hour, and then went not far away to see foreigners building houses.

When he was hungry, Su Jueming went to Jiangbei to buy a few cakes with a vendor specializing in porter business to satisfy his hunger. When he stood tired, he sat down and watched. He even took advantage of the locals hired by foreigners and foreigners not paying attention, so he asked Su Jueming to steal some of the dust used by foreigners to build a house.

"This looks like soil ash, it is just crushed evenly and finely. Add some water and sand to mix and mix it, and apply it on the brick to build a wall. Can the wall be solid?" Su Jueming was just as curious, and even dipped it in his fingers and sent it to his mouth and licked it with his tongue.

"Take it back and mix it up and build two bricks. You'll know when you finish it." Han Xiufeng signaled him to wrap the stolen handful of dust in his clothes, dust off the dust on his butt, and walked to the window of a foreign building, and looked at the portraits hanging in the crystal window curiously.

There are foreigners and Chinese people, which are vivid and vivid. I was wondering how foreigners painted it. Lin Qingyuan and Zhang Guangsheng and Xiao Wuzi came back. As soon as they found them, they smiled and said, "Mr. Han Si, this is a foreign photo studio. Do you want to accompany you in and take a photo?"

"What photo?" Han Xiufeng turned around and asked.

"It's your appearance, what do you look like, what is the photo taken," Lin Qingyuan couldn't explain clearly for a while, and even said while gesturing: "The foreigner has such a big box, with a black cloth behind the box. The foreigner hides in the black cloth, holding a foreign lamp in his right hand. You sit in front and look at the box. When the foreign lamp flashes, you take a photo. However, the foreigner takes a negative film, and the foreigner also needs to wash it with foreign potions. You can get the photo after waiting for three or five days."

“Exactly the same?”

"This is a photo taken, not a photo taken by the painter, it is naturally exactly the same."

As soon as Lin Qingyuan finished speaking, a passerby kindly reminded: "Young master, you will know at first glance that you are a scholar. You can't take pictures randomly. I heard that you are a soul-catching person! If you sit there and let foreigners take photos, the three souls and seven spirits will be taken away by foreigners!"

"Go and go, what do you know about your coolie!" Lin Qingyuan couldn't help but turn around and curse.

Han Xiufeng felt that some things could be tried, but some things could not be tried easily. For example, taking a photo, a living person was sitting there, and a foreigner was hiding in black brie, holding a foreign lamp, and looking like he was photographed. There was no such magic in the world. What is the magic of a foreigner? What is it that is not a foreigner's magic? Besides, the second Japanese man named Lin said it very clearly. Foreigners use potions to wash photos. If you think about this kind of thing, you are afraid of people.

In short, if you don’t understand the mystery of this photo, Han Xiufeng would never risk the risk of being photographed by foreigners and was photographed by three souls and seven spirits. He simply pretended to have nothing to ask before and talked about the serious matter: "Mr. Lin, is there any spot in Citimen?"

"There are not those foreign companies in the Citigroup Concession, but we met a Citi sailor, who said he could buy us the firebull gun."

"Where are others?"

"I went to find a gun. He has been to the racing hall and knows the house you rented. I agreed to him that he would go to find you when there is goods."

Han Xiufeng thought about it and asked again: "Did he say how many guns he could get?"

Lin Qingyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Han Si, if you buy other foreign goods, you really need as much as you want. But foreign guns are not ordinary foreign goods, and no one cares about them. The Citibank sailor probably went to buy them from the sailors on the ship and then sell them to you."

"Even if he can do this, he can't get much."

"So if you want to buy goods in large quantities, you have to go to the Oceanic Company."

Han Xiufeng thought that since this was something that was too anxious, there was no need to be so anxious. He turned around and said, "You haven't had lunch yet. Let's go back first and talk about buying a gun tomorrow."

"Then do I want to accompany you again tomorrow?" Lin Qingyuan couldn't help asking.

The wage of two silver dollars a day is a bit high, but Han Xiufeng can afford it and pondered: "Mr. Lin, if you have nothing else, then you will be a general translation here in the next half month. Just like today, the wage will be paid every day."

Lin Qingyuan was almost certain that the person in front of him was from Jiangning. Although it was risky to deal with Changmao, Changmao's money was easy to make. Even the foreigners in the concession were doing Changmao's business now. How could he miss this opportunity to make a fortune? He hurriedly bowed: "It's better to obey your duty than respect."

"Okay, go back first."

...

Han Xiufeng found that the day just passed, including on the way back, as long as he was a foreigner, whether he was a senior foreign company or a foreign company, even those foreign sailors who were dressed in tatters and dirty on their bodies were not concealed in the eyes of the Chinese. Some drunk foreign sailors even pointed and laughed at them with foreign words without any restraint.

As soon as he walked across the Xiaoshiqiao, Han Xiufeng could no longer help him and asked, "Mr. Lin, you are well-versed in foreign literature and often deal with foreigners. To be honest with me, how do foreigners think of us? What kind of people do they think we are?"

Lin Qingyuan didn't expect Han Xiufeng to ask this. After hesitating for a while, he said awkwardly: "Master Han Si, what do you ask about this? We are just doing business with foreigners."

"Do they look down on us? Didn't they treat us as human beings?" Han Xiufeng asked with a close eye on him.

Han Xiufeng's eyes were aggressive, Lin Qingyuan was staring and said subconsciously: "How to say it, in the eyes of foreigners, we are ignorant natives. You know the natives, just like we think they have not been vitalized by eating raw meat and drinking blood. In fact, this is nothing. They look down on us, and we still look down on them."

"What about you, you have seen the world when you travel around the world. Do you think we and them are not civilized, and who is ignorant?" Han Xiufeng asked.

"I...I..."

"But it's okay, I won't be angry."

Lin Qingyuan took a deep breath and said nervously: "Mr. Han Si, although I haven't gone to the West, I have dealt with foreigners every few days and have heard them talk about their hometown in the West. The people in the West seem to be better than the people in China. You may not believe it. Whether it is the foreigners who come to Shanghai, the foreigners who go to Hong Kong, Macau, and even Southeast Asia, they are all desperate in the West."

The foreigners I met today, including those dirty sailors, were tall and big, which shows that they ate better than the Chinese people. Whether it was the long hair entrenched in Jiangning or the criminals outside Shanghai, they had a lot of trouble now, and in the final analysis, it was because they were so poor that they couldn't eat. If everyone could eat enough, who would rebel with their heads? Thinking of this, Han Xiufeng didn't ask or say anything, and just walked towards the house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the door, Pan Er and the accountant Mr. Wood, who was in the Shanghai Branch of "Risenchang", actually came out. As soon as I saw him, I said anxiously: "Fourth brother, what I said last night is probably coming true. The situation in the city is not good and it is not safe here. Otherwise, we will go back first, Guo...the errand assigned by Boss Guo will be done after the news is over!"

Han Xiufeng realized that Lin Qingyuan was having a lot of things here, so he immediately signaled Xiao Wuzi to support Lin Qingyuan away. After the second Japanese surnamed Lin walked away, he asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wu, you brought the news, tell me." Pan Er turned around and said.

Woodquan hurriedly bowed, "Mr. Han, the city was calm in the morning, and there was nothing wrong with it, and there was no news. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished lunch, many big businessmen doing business seemed to flee, packing up their fine lines, dragging their families and rushing out of the city. All the shops near our ticket number closed, and the more I thought about it, I hurriedly sent my friend to inquire. I didn't know if I didn't know, but when I asked, I was shocked, it turned out that the red cloth that could be installed in the south of the city was all bought by those Fujian and Guangdong people!"

Su Jueming didn't react for a moment and couldn't help asking: "What are they buying red cloth?"

"What do you think?" Han Xiufeng looked back at him and asked again: "Mr. Wu, do you know how much the county magistrate and the 'selling chicken' are?"

"It shouldn't be known," Woodquan thought for a while, and said helplessly: "There are all members of the city. There are many members of the county government and the road bureau. Even if someone wants to report to the county magistrate and the "Selling Chicken" and don't dare to go. I guess he will be harmed by the party if he doesn't see anyone."

"Where is the Zhentai Yamen and the Coast Defense Department?"

"These two yamen have few soldiers, and the Tongzhi of the Taiwan and the Coast Defense Department are probably also kept in the dark."

Pan Er didn't want to die in Shanghai in a daze, and said anxiously: "Fourth brother, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, so we'd better go back quickly!"

Han Xiufeng thought it was easy to go back, but it would be difficult to come up after going back. Besides, there was no sign of buying a gun. While signaling him to be calm, he asked, "Mr. Wu, does Manager Wu know about such a big deal?"

"Shopkeeper Wu went to Songjiang early in the morning to pay homage to the Mansion. He probably won't be back until tomorrow. I was worried that something would happen, so I decided to move all the money on the counter and the silver dollars that I exchanged for you today, together with the account book. Several gentlemen and friends who stayed on the counter also came over later. There was no way to not hear the wind, but now I have to make some preparations when I hear the wind."

"Have you moved here?" Han Xiufeng asked subconsciously.

"There are also eyeliners from the Party outside the city. The Fourth Master, at this critical moment, I dare not go to Songjiang or Suzhou. I can only move you here first." Woodquan bowed his hand and said solemnly: "The account book and money are all moved here. I can't open it tomorrow. There must be no one on the cabinet. I will go back first. Please give it to the Fourth Master."

"You know that something big is going to happen in the city, but you still have to go back?"
Chapter completed!