Han Xiufeng said goodbye to Qiao Songnian and rushed to the mansion behind Qichang Foreign Service. As soon as he walked into the garden, he was surrounded by a group of women and children who were crying heartbrokenly. After asking for a long time, he found out that it was Ajiga and Akdan and other Jiang Customs Assistant Commissioners who were almost all on the "Antelope" and were all bombed to death. Some of them had not even been caught. These women and children were all their families.

Han Xiufeng had no choice but to say that it was the rebels who were in charge, saying that the imperial army had arrived and would soon attack the city. When the Shanghai county town was recovered, he would definitely interrogate the rebels who were captured alive, find out the ins and outs of the matter, and then punish the rebels with clear principles.

The women and children cried again and told the man that he had died. How did they live their orphans and widows? Han Xiufeng simply sent someone to call Wu Jianzhang. How could Wu Jianzhang not know why Han Xiufeng sent someone to call him and hurriedly asked his family to bring 3,000 taels of silver. The women and children took hundreds of taels of silver, and then left crying.

When a person dies, things are not over. After all, several imperial officials have died.

Han Xiufeng sent Wu Jianzhang away, walked into the study and asked Xiao Wuzi who had arrived in a hurry to moisten the ink, and wrote to the court the official documents of the death of the Jiang Customs Commissioner such as Ajiga and Akdan.

"Fourth Master, should you send these documents to Qiao Futai as soon as possible?"

"Qiao Futai doesn't have any control over Jiang Customs. Please take it in first and submit it when Lord Xu arrives."

"Then I'll help you collect it first." Xiao Wuzi packed the official documents that had just been printed on the canal transportation, and then muttered while packing the desk: "Second Master, you are really depressed in this supervision. Not only are there no government offices, no seals, no tariff books, no tax invoices, and even no officials familiar with customs affairs."

Han Xiufeng picked up a book and said lightly: "Yes, nothing is gone. How much tax was collected in the past became a confusing account. There is no reference for who will be taxed in the future and how much tax is required. It seems that I can only be a confusing official."

"Second Master, stop kidding, how can you be a confused official?"

"I'm not kidding. I really plan to be a fool," Han Xiufeng sat on the soft Western chair, crossed his legs leisurely, and smiled as he looked through the book: "The Citimen's tariffs are collected by Lord Wu, persuaded donations of money, recruited Zhuang Yong, and helped the army with the regaining of Shanghai county town by Wu Xu and Sun Feng. As for negotiations with foreigners, my grade is too low and my official position is too small, so I can't negotiate, so I don't have to do anything or do anything."

"Then you're going to be the boss." Xiao Wuzi couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong with being a hand-off manager? If I want to take care of everything in detail, I will definitely not be happy."

"Why are they unhappy?"

"They are eager to make contributions and atone for their sins, or they are eager to make achievements. We cannot steal the limelight from others."

Xiao Wuzi finally realized that Mr. Han was not joking, so he couldn't help asking: "Fourth Master, don't care about anything, then what are we doing?"

"As the saying goes, learning is endless, we can read, write and write."

Han Xiufeng made up his mind to be a hand-off manager. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, England, whom he had never met before, France and the American consul came to the door together. So many foreigners came at once. Chen Hu and Datou, who were guarding outside, were startled and rushed in to report.

"Please." Han Xiufeng subconsciously walked to the window and looked at it, then turned around and asked, "Xiao Wuzi, can you make the coffee that Lord Wu gave me?"

"Second Master, do you mean the tea that foreigners drink is similar to sheep's shit?"

"Yes, that's that foreign tea."

"You can't even suck me!" Xiao Wuzi said with a bitter face.

"No, I won't forget it, I won't make our Chinese tea." Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Han Xiufeng opened the door and went out to greet him.

Foreigners look similar in Chinese, and Han Xiufeng looks similar in looking at the three foreign consuls who just came in. Not only are they tall and big, but they have tall noses, their eyes are all colored, and their hands are furry. If they weren't dressed so well, it would be no exaggeration to say that they were uncivilized barbarians.

He was hesitating whether to salute them, a thin and tall foreign interpreter suddenly stood on tiptoe, then took off his hat and covered his chest and bowed slightly, and said in stiff Chinese: "Dear Qing Customs Supervisor, please allow me to be honored to introduce to you His Excellency Aliguo, the Consul of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to Shanghai."

"It is an honor to know you, supervise your Excellency." Aliguo raised his hand and touched the brim of the high-tube hat.

Han Xiufeng felt that bowing to foreigners would harm the national health. He realized that touching the brim of the hat should be a kind of etiquette for foreigners, and he also wanted to touch the brim of the hat, but he didn't even wear the official uniform, let alone wear the official hat, so he simply bowed and forgot to return the gift.

Aliguo put down his hand and smiled, without objecting to etiquette. The interpreter naturally would not say anything, and then introduced: "This is Lord Aitang, the Consul of the French Empire in Shanghai."

"It is an honor to know you, supervise your Excellency." The French Consul was a little arrogant, not only did he not touch the brim of his hat, but he even spoke very politely.

Han Xiufeng thought to himself that you are rude and rude, at least you know what it means to follow the local customs and speak a few Chinese words, so he didn't care and bowed as before.

"This is His Excellency Kim Nengheng, Consul of the United States of America in Shanghai."

Before the Citi consul opened his mouth, Han Xiufeng immediately learned and sold it: "It is an honor to know you, your respected consul."

Jin Nengheng didn't expect that the young Chinese official in front of him would greet him like this. After all, the Chinese officials he had contacted before were not only rigid, but also more sloppy. Every time he had something to negotiate, they would avoid it. If they really couldn't escape, they could only look at him. They would either say a word or hum haha. The negotiations could not be done for most of the day, so that he would no longer be willing to deal with the second Chinese official except for selling chickens.

A Liguo was also surprised, but when he thought of the purpose of his trip, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​chatting with the Qing official in front of him. Instead, he held his cane tightly and mumbled a lot with a serious look on his face.

Han Xiufeng didn't understand a single sentence, thinking that you could only speak a few Chinese words.

Just as he turned around and had to learn from the second Japanese devils of Lin Qingyuan, he could use foreigners' words to politely speak in this situation. The translator suddenly said: "Dear Supervisor, Your Excellency Aliguo, representing Britain, France and the United States, expressed concern about your team entering the west side of the concession of the Three Kingdoms. Please tell your commander, please ask your commander and his army to keep a safe distance from the concession. It is best to retreat five miles westward to avoid unpleasant things."

"Commander?" Han Xiufeng asked subconsciously.

"It's the commander of your ** team."

"Oh, I know." Han Xiufeng thought for a while and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Three consuls, I will inform you on your behalf, but as far as I know, the concession is the territory of my Qing Dynasty, and it is only temporarily loaned to the expatriates of your country to do business and live. As long as my Qing army is stationed on the territory of my Qing Dynasty, you three have no right to inquire about it."

The general translator was stunned and then turned around and translated in a gushy way.

After hearing this, Aliguo looked at Han Xiufeng like an idiot, and then mumbled again, then touched the brim of the hat again and walked out of the living room without looking back. The French consul snorted coldly and followed him out. The English consul shrugged, as if he could not help.

"Supervisor, you can regard the words of the Consul of Ali Kingdom as a warning. This is a document signed by the official website of Ali Kingdom, Ai Tang and Jin Nengheng. Please forward it to it on your behalf."

The interpreter took a document like a ghost-drawing talisman from his entourage, gently placed it on the coffee table, then stretched out his arm and made a call. He waited for American Consul Kim Nengheng to walk out of the living room before he followed him with his entourage.

Han Xiufeng looked at their backs and murmured: "I'm still going to talk about tariffs to them, but I'm just leaving. It's really a matter of no speculation."

Xiao Wuzi came up and asked, "Fourth Master, we don't understand foreign languages, we can't understand what they wrote."

"Go to find Lin Qingyuan, and after you find it, you will take him and the foreigners' official document to report to Qiao Futai."

"If you don't want the Lin surname to take a look for you first?"

"I see what's the point. I don't count if I say it. I'm just a messenger."
Chapter completed!