Chapter 1103: Compassionate Zhao Chuanxin

Zhao Chuanxin tidied up, checked the front and back of the house and the living room, and set off on a three-generation dragon, heading for the Black Sea in an attempt to find animals that were about to become extinct in Europe.

He has also been to Europe, and this time he revisited his old place to see if he could gain anything else.

He came ashore from Varna and interacted with the locals along the coast.

Humanity had developed Europe so thoroughly that Zhao Chuanxin found nothing and went from the Black Sea to the Adriatic coast.

In the evening, he found a hotel to stay.

Just after checking in, I heard the rumble of cannons.

The face of the hotel receptionist changed: "The fight is about to start!"

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin remember that it seemed that the time had come for the first Balkan War to break out.

The Ottoman Empire thought it was very powerful, but was defeated by the Balkan Alliance.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help laughing when he thought of what happened next.

The receptionist was puzzled: "Why are you laughing?"

Zhao Chuanxin rested his elbow on the counter: "Are you in charge?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin decided not to pile materials into the book, but directly typed them and sent them to the "Old God Codex" for printing.

Because Rune City's printing industry ranks first in both worlds.

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On October 18, when Greece declared war on the Ottoman Empire, the first batch of printing of Zhao Chuanxin's masterpiece - "Road to Extinction" was completed.

Zhao Chuanxin took the book to New York and The Hague successively, and asked Wilhelmina to help export it to the UK.

He immediately returned to China and used Lugang Town Journal and Internet companies to sell books.

He ignored whether "Road to Extinction" was a bestseller, and hurriedly arrived in northern Albania on October 22 to observe and film the battle between the two sides.

He first observed the battle from the flank of the Bulgarian right-wing 2nd Army and saw them successfully repelling the Osma Empire army and besieging Edirne.

Then immediately went to the left wing to film the encounter between the Bulgarian 1st and 3rd armies and the Ottoman Empire.

The fighting was fierce and fast, and the Ottoman Third Army retreated.

Bulgarian and Montenegrin forces advance south.

Immediately, the Bulgarian army and the Ottomans fought in Lule Burgaz. The Ottoman army was defeated again, and the 4th Army retreated hastily.

Zhao Chuanxin was following very close, and the Bulgarian soldiers spotted him: "&%￥..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and waved hello to them: "Hello everyone."

He was greeted with several rounds of bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "It's a shame!"

He immediately put away the camera, took out Shui Lianzhu and fired several shots at him without missing the target.

The other party was frightened and angry, and hurriedly summoned men to besiege Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin killed people to vent his anger, but had no intention of intervening in the war.

He shouldered the gun, jumped up on the top of a tree, and drifted away into the distance.

The Bulgarian soldiers below were stunned.

Because the troops had to pursue the defeated Ottoman army, these soldiers reported the matter to their superiors, but they did not receive the attention they deserved.

Zhao Chuanxin watched the game until November 5th. Seeing that they stopped fighting for the time being, he returned to his house in Australia with the film.

When I came back, the windows of the house were smashed with stones and the wind lanterns hanging on the window frames were stolen.

The furniture and other items inside were looted.

Zhao Chuanxin removed the copper eyes in front of and behind the house.

He knows who did it!

He left construction puppets and puppet slaves to work at home.

I went to my neighbor's house first.

"What's the matter with you?"

The head of the family, a red-faced man, was sitting outside the door drinking low-quality wine. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin coming, he asked him in a bad tone.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his hat and said politely: "I came to see your child, and he took my things."

The red-faced man had a big body and a round waist. He suddenly stood up, swaying his body and approaching Zhao Chuanxin, pointing at Zhao Chuanxin very aggressively: "If you want to find trouble, you've come to the wrong place... ow..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin's fingers had been broken off.

"It doesn't work to talk to you nicely, does it?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it and folded it.

Gaba.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Now, where is your child?"

"Miluo, Milo, come out of here quickly. Whose things did you steal from? Take the things out quickly..."

Milo, the child who had previously given lizards and other small animals to Zhao Chuanxin, walked out of the room.

He looked at his father and then at Zhao Chuanxin: "I didn't take anything..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the hammer: "Good boy, for the sake of being a child, I will give you a chance. Take it out, or I will hammer one of your hands!"

Milo trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and said firmly: "I didn't take it..."

The red-faced man's eyes widened: "He said he didn't take it..."

Zhao Chuanxin struck with a hammer, and the red-faced man's facial muscles and fat began to twist and deform, and his teeth flew out.

Immediately, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the child over roughly.

Milo stumbled and fell to the ground, Zhao Chuanxin held down one of his hands.

Click...

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, lit the cigarette and said, "The things you stole will be treated as medical expenses."

The price for stealing and being tough is to become disabled.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the home of fat man Craig Markles again.

Craig Marks was reading the newspaper at home and was surprised when he saw Zhao Chuanxin: "Constantine, when did you come back?"

"Give me back what you took from my house."

"What? What are you talking about?" Craig Marks pretended to be dumbfounded.

He had been thinking about Zhao Chuanxin's things at home for a long time.

Later, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had not been at home for a long time, and he could not help it.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "I just smashed the hand of the kid named Milo from the neighbor's house. Do you want to be the next one?"

Craig Markles' face changed: "Don't mess around, I have many friends..."

Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt on the exquisite carpet, and a smell of burnt feathers spread out immediately.

"Ah, this is a Persian carpet, and the patterns on it are all outlined with gold wire..."

Zhao Chuanxin pressed Craig Markles' right hand on the table and smashed it with a hammer.

"Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: "You are left-handed, and I will have to use you in the future, so I will cripple your right hand."

Craig Markles was shocked and angry: "John Constantine, this matter is not over, I will not let you go..."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he dared to talk too much, so he stepped forward and pinched his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the pliers, put them into his mouth, and clamped, pried, and pulled.

"Uh..."

The fat man screamed hysterically.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the pliers and the stone tooth on the table, wiped his hands with a rag, pointed at Craig Markles and said: "Come to my house tomorrow, I have something for you to do."

After that, he turned and went home.

When he got home, the building puppets and puppet servants had repaired the windows.

As for the looted furniture and so on, Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it to heart, and the valuables had been taken away by him in advance.

He and Xingyue began to edit the Balkan War video.

The next day.

Craig Markles did come.

But he was followed by a group of armed policemen.

A group of policemen holding rifles shouted from behind the bunker: "John Constantine, come out and talk. Before the matter is resolved, we hope you don't make unnecessary resistance."

The door with glass already inlaid was pushed open.

Zhao Chuanxin went out wearing work boots, jeans, a corduroy jacket, and a cowboy hat.

He cursed: "What are you yelling about?"

The sheriff had never seen such a rampant person.

He glanced at Craig Markles.

One of the other party's arms was hanging, and the other hand made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The sheriff saw that Zhao Chuanxin had an Asian face and immediately prepared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the chair under the awning: "Don't say I didn't warn you, whoever dares to shoot, no one will survive."

The sheriff spat: "Shoot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun was raised.

Bang.

A bullet hit the sky.

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin's figure had disappeared on the chair.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the Lee Enfield rifle and swung the hammer to hit the sheriff's head.

Duh.

The head of the head must have collapsed.

The others were shocked. The sheriff was fine just now, but now he was gone.

It was too late for them to turn their guns around.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed and swung the hammer.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

Hit a kid with one blow.

In a moment, all six policemen were dead.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Craig Markles, lit a cigarette, and blew it all over his face, choking him to tears.

"Come on, open your mouth, you know the rules."

The fat man kept his mouth tightly shut, shook his head in fear, and his crotch was wet.

"It's okay if you don't open your mouth, just lose a few more teeth."

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer and hit the fat man's mouth.

Duh.

"Ah... Puff..."

Four teeth were spit out.

And there was a cut on each of his upper and lower lips, with skin and flesh rolling and bleeding.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "What a pity, only one tooth was needed. Find a doctor to sew it up yourself, and come back here before noon. I have something for you to do."

Craig Markles left in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to the red-faced man next door: "Come here."

The red-faced man had a big swelling on his left cheek. He shivered and trudged to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, it's none of my business. I'm just watching outside..."

In fact, he was originally gloating and watching the fun, wanting to see Zhao Chuanxin being beaten to death by the sheriff and his men.

The ending surprised him.

The sheriff and his men, who were armed with guns, were all beaten to death by this Asian.

I'm ashamed, this is unscientific, but it's very cruel!

Zhao Chuanxin threw his arm over.

Pah!

The red-faced man's right cheek was also swollen, and he covered his face in fear and dared not speak.

"Find a place to bury these bodies."

The red-faced man was dumbfounded, and said with his mouth stuffed with eggs: "Sir, I only have one hand left."

The other hand was broken by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Then I don't care. If the body is still there before dark, I will smash your head. You don't think I'm joking, do you?"

Fuck you...

The red-faced man knew it was no joke.

The joker's head was broken and fell to the ground.

This is a deserted place, and the police station is seriously understaffed.

Among the six policemen brought by the sheriff, four of them are local residents.

They died, and their families came to ask for an explanation.

An old lady, two women, and a half-grown boy came together.

At this time, Australia was like the developing American West. People were savage, otherwise they couldn't survive, especially in such a desolate area.

Everyone makes a living by working in the iron mine.

The three women and a half-grown child, each holding a rifle, cried outside: "You son of a bitch Asian, come out quickly..."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and said: "I'll count to three, three..."

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared.

The old lady thought it was because of her old eyesight, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Chuanxin was in front of her.

One hammer down.

Duh.

The old lady's eyes straightened, and her eyes seemed no longer so cloudy.

The other two women held guns. Due to the local environment, they were covered in dust all day long, and now their tears washed out the ravines.

They were slightly stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them with a sneer on his face.

The half-grown boy fired first.

Bang.

But Zhao Chuanxin jumped suddenly before the gunshot.

They had never seen anyone jump so high, flying in the air at a height of two and a half meters, and when they fell, they pressed the half-grown boy to the ground with one knee.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer.

The tip of the hammer gouged into the forehead of the boy.

The two women collapsed, their hands holding the rifles kept shaking, and their mouths were concave hexagons in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin showed no mercy and rushed over to hammer one by one.

DuangDuang.

There were four more bodies in front of the door.

The innocent red-faced man stared at this place until Zhao Chuanxin looked at him.

"I, I will bury it, our whole family will bury it together..."

In the afternoon, before dusk, Craig Markles came to the door of Zhao Chuanxin's house in a carriage.

He ran out of breath and almost fell down. "I, I'm coming..."

When he spoke, he didn't dare to open his mouth too wide, because the split of his upper and lower lips had been sutured with catgut.

Zhao Chuanxin took out five books and a letter and handed them to him: "Take these, go to Geraldton, give them to the local mayor, let them contact Melbourne, let Melbourne contact the UK, and then tell British Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith."

Craig Markles never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would ask him to do this.

He was stunned: "You, who are you?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

"Ah?"

...

Because Zhao Chuanxin was busy filming war scenes in the Balkans during this period.

He had no time to check the sales of his books, and the locals knew nothing about it.

Who would have the heart to read books when people were panicking?

Moreover, booksellers were not willing to go to the Balkans at this time.

But in China, Zhao Chuanxin's books were sold like crazy among readers.

Many people knew that Zhao Chuanxin had written a book, and they bought his books basically for the three words "Zhao Chuanxin".

When Zhao Chuanxin brought the book back to China and prepared to sell it, he was still worried that it would not sell.

So he asked the Internet company to help promote the book, and invested a large amount of advertising fees.

As a result, there were too many book buyers, resulting in long queues outside the Internet company stores in various cities.

"If nothing else, I will buy this book just for Zhao Chuanxin."

"I have seen through the world. You sing and I come on stage. It's useless for anyone to go up. If you want to be proud, you have to look at Mr. Zhao! He writes books, even if he writes shit, I will buy it."

"Isn't it just three cents? It's a matter of drinking less."

Zhou Shuren was also in the queue.

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin had such a high reputation among the people.

Three cents is not a small amount of money.

But among the people in the queue, many people wore patched jackets, and their hunched shoulders and slumped backs looked weak.

Most of these people are unsuccessful, with few big money in their pockets, but they are willing to spend three cents to buy books.

Just because this book was written by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhou Shuren complained in his heart: Zhao Tan Gong, Zhao Tan Gong, are you a writer? If you write a book, then write a book. It's a bit too much to sell it at such a high price...

Anyway, he didn't believe that Zhao Chuanxin could write anything good.

He came to buy books, firstly because Zhao Chuanxin often donated the box office of his movies to disaster areas, and secondly because Zhao Chuanxin often showed off his style for Chinese people at home and abroad.

Anyway, he didn't go there for Zhao Chuanxin's great talent.

Although Zhao Chuanxin always boasted that he was well-educated.

Finally, it was on sale.

As soon as the cinema store opened, people squeezed in: "One copy, one copy..."

"I got here first, don't squeeze..."

"That's it..."

It was not easy to get in line with Zhou Shuren.

Zhou Shuren liked reading, buying books, and collecting books.

He especially liked to buy books with rough edges, and cut them himself at home, and he never tired of it.

However, when he paid the money and got the book, he was stunned.

I was so surprised...

Zhou Shuren was stunned after holding the book that was thicker than a dictionary and beautifully bound.

This book is sold for three cents, isn't it a big loss?

This book is worth selling for two dollars.

He stroked the cover of the book, which actually had textures, a hard cover, and a whole photo at the beginning and end of the cover, which was a photo of the cliffs and the sea on the southern coast of Peru, connected front and back to form a whole photo.

Four large gold-plated characters on the front - Road to Extinction.

Below is the author's name - Compassionate Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhou Shuren's face changed - he smiled.

In fact, he also designed a book cover.

Of course, that is a matter of the future.

Zhou Shuren's aesthetics are online.

But due to technical limitations, even if he was asked to design it this way, he couldn't integrate the photo into the book cover like this.

"This cover picture alone is already amazing."

Zhou Shuren, like many people who buy books, can't help but browse in the square outside the Internet store.

Hey guys, as soon as I turned to the first page, there was a large photo.

The photo is composed of two pages as a whole. The paper is smooth and neat, with clear handwriting and no ink blur.

The photo shows a complete dinosaur skeleton.

The skeleton is displayed in the lobby of the Internet company in Lugang Town and is named Jiamenglong.

Below the photo is a line of small words: Did you know, this is an animal from 70 million years ago.

Zhou Shuren's body was shocked!

I don't know how serious it is.

He looked carefully and based on the proportions of the furnishings in the hall and the dinosaur skeleton, he concluded that the fossil was at least 4 meters high and 7 meters long.

Are there such behemoths on earth?

Does a dragon look like this?

Turning to the next page, there is not even a preface, which is really pitiful. It goes directly to the table of contents.

Zhou Shuren looked at the catalog carefully and found that it was divided into six volumes.

Volume One: A Brief History of the Earth.

Volume 2: A Brief History of Humanity.

Volume Three: The World of Animals and Plants.

Volume 4: Climate and Biodiversity.

Volume 5: Ecology and the Global Economy.

Volume 6: Foreseeing the future.

Awesome!

What a loud tone!

Although this book is thick, it can’t cover the contents of the table of contents, right?

Zhou Shuren looked at it again and saw that the paper in this book was surprisingly thick, which meant that there were not too many pages.

Turning back, sure enough, Zhao Chuanxin was being cunning.

The content of each volume is not as heavy as the table of contents.

Zhou Shuren thought he had caught Zhao Chuanxin's little tail. If he had the chance to see him again in the future, he would definitely tease him a few words.

But immediately, he stopped laughing.

The book is written in vernacular, even more vernacular than it was at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin said: The earth is divided into five generations, namely - ancient times, Proterozoic Era, Paleozoic Era, Mesozoic Era and Cenozoic Era.

Then each generation is subdivided into epochs below.

Zhao Chuanxin said: The earth was formed about 4.6 billion years ago, in the nebula where the earth opposed the sun...

Zhou Shuren was stunned.

How do you know?

Have you been there?

Each generation, each epoch, and how many billions of years ago they were respectively, it makes perfect sense.

Do you think he is talking nonsense?

But Zhao Chuanxin has a picture and the truth.

For example, he said that during the Devonian Period, the fourth era of the Paleozoic Era, he took a photo of a descendant of Cornish in Devon, England, who was holding an ammonite fossil in his hand.

In addition, Zhao Chuanxin also filled in the hole on the opening page - the Jiamengsaurus dinosaur fossil lived in the late Cretaceous of the Mesozoic Era and was excavated in Jiameng County, Heilongjiang.

I blanch...

Zhou Shuren has to believe it!

He was immediately fooled.

He felt that maybe Zhao Chuanxin was really a god. Maybe he had lived from Hades to the present and was the real first person in the world?

But on second thought, I'm afraid it's impossible.

Zhao Chuanxin then mentioned the theory of continental drift.

He drew a map of the world from every angle.

Zhou Shuren was stunned when he saw it: "This, this, this can really be connected..."

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin is not the first person to put forward this point of view.

Someone before him had discovered that the rock formations of various continents are similar. Later this year, German meteorologist and geophysicist Alfred Wegener will formally propose the theory of continental drift.

However, only a few months later, Zhao Chuanxin took the lead.

By now, Zhou Shuren couldn't stop reading this book.

The curiosity alone made it difficult for him to extricate himself.

What's more, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't just use words to let you imagine, there are a large number of photos and paintings in the book.

I will take pictures of those who can take pictures, and draw pictures of those who cannot take pictures.

He is both a photographer and a painter, and he is also eloquent. He asked you if you are afraid?

Zhou Shuren, like many people, was scratching his head on the street, reading one page and thinking about the next.

Later, I turned to the volume of A Brief History of Humanity.

At the beginning of this volume, Zhao Chuanxin said: I mentioned the age of the earth earlier. Now, scaled down, if the universe was formed 13 years ago, the earth has only existed for 5 years, large multi-cellular organisms have only existed for 7 months, the extinction of the dinosaurs occurred 3 weeks ago, apes have only existed for 3 days, and humans have only survived. 53 minutes, agricultural society existed for 5 minutes, recorded civilization only lasted for 3 minutes, and industrial society from the Industrial Revolution to the present only existed for more than 1 second...

Many people reading books on the street were buzzing.

Such a comparison is too shocking.

A feeling of insignificance and humiliation arises spontaneously.

It really makes people’s scalp numb when they watch it.

There are not many photos in this article, but Zhao went to the Adèche Valley in France to take pictures of buffalo paintings and human handprints, huge stone fences in England, pyramids in Egypt, the Great Wall of China...

Zhao Chuanxin had read Yuval Harari's book and was deeply impressed. It basically copied the three important revolutions of mankind: cognitive revolution, agricultural revolution, and scientific revolution.

Of course, he also photographed the Great Rift Valley and drew many illustrations of primitive people.

Regardless of whether humans really walked out of the East African Rift Valley, he wrote this for the time being.

Extending from Homo sapiens and Neanderthals backward.

The cost of standing upright is that the pelvis shrinks, but due to the need for intellectual development, the brains of human babies are getting bigger and bigger, etc., which makes Zhou Shuren's hair stand on end.

He felt inspired again when he saw humans beginning to hunt down large prey and truly rise.

He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was digging a hole and waiting for him.

When mankind reaches its peak, it is the beginning of the destruction of the earth.

When Zhou Shuren saw that the fat heads and big ears that modern humans eat are due to the habits left over from the collecting era, he suddenly realized.

I was shocked to see how dogs transformed from wolves.

I saw wisdom teeth speaking, appendicitis, depression and other diseases...

In short, Zhou Shuren felt that his eyes were opened. Although Zhao Chuanxin had no solid evidence, Zhou Shuren believed it.

Really, he believed it.

He stood by the road and slapped his thighs!

When he slapped his thighs, there was a sound of slapping thighs around him.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

"It's so well written!"

"It's so right..."

"So that's it!"

The next thing to talk about is the animal world.

Zhao Chuanxin specifically chose animals that were not in his documentary to shoot, such as koalas, Arctic foxes, red pandas, and pandas. These cute animals are pleasing to look at.

This opened Zhou Shuren and others' eyes again.

Later, when it came to climate and biodiversity, ecology and the global economy, Zhao Chuanxin began to become well-reasoned.

Pile up materials = boring.

But for people at this time, just because the book said something unheard of, they could still read it with relish.

For example, the carbon dioxide content in the air has increased significantly since the 18th century, which coincides with the time when the steam engine was improved in 1784.

The use of coal in iron smelting in the Song Dynasty and the use of coal by households in London, England after the 13th century increased carbon dioxide, which would delay the ice age locally and temporarily.

The British went to Australia and New Zealand and hunted Tasmanian tigers and other animals, forcing herbivores to proliferate.

This gave the cats and dogs they brought with them sufficient food, so wild cats and dogs began to proliferate, seriously destroying the local ecological balance.

The book also lists a list of extinct animals and the consequences of the destruction of the ecological balance.

Finally, there is a part that predicts the future.

Zhao Chuanxin predicted global warming, mass extinction of animals, pollution of the land and ocean environment, expansion of land desertification, depletion of fishery resources, whaling in Russia, Japan, Northern Europe and other places forced a sharp decrease in whales, a population explosion, and the spread of infectious diseases...

Zhou Shuren and many others actually read from morning to afternoon, and when night fell and the street lights came on, they worked outdoors under the lights.

Many people finished reading in one breath before stopping.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin did not just raise questions without giving answers.

He mentioned some preventive measures.

Here comes the main topic.

The ecological environment needs to be protected, and it is urgent.

In the postscript, Zhao Chuanxin cursed: The damn powers do not care about human affairs. Don't expect them to protect the ecological environment. They will only let weak countries protect it, especially countries like the United States and the United Kingdom. Zhao is compassionate and knows that this matter must be done personally...

So, damn Britain, why don't you divide the land?

A group of people beat their chests and stamped their feet: "Good, good scolding!"

"If all the animals and plants die, then humans will not live long..."

"It's terrible, it's a pity..."

Zhou Shuren breathed a sigh of relief and closed "The Road to Extinction".

He finally knew why it was named the Road to Extinction.

According to Zhao Chuanxin, the earth has experienced several cycles of mass extinction of organisms.

But this time it may be a mass extinction caused by humans, and humans may drive themselves to the road of extinction.

He looked at the crowd around him who had not dispersed, and echoed: "Well written!"

Then he went home with his hands behind his back and pinched the book, ready to read it again.

Zhou Shuren said: Zhao Tangong, you are so awesome...

The British Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith also had his scalp tingling from reading books.

He thought Zhao Chuanxin could not write anything.

Local Australian officials sent him a telegram to tell him that Zhao Chuanxin had published a book and Zhao Chuanxin asked for land.

Herbert Henry Asquith went to the London bookstore and found that "The Road to Extinction" had been sold out long ago.

It is hard to find a book nowadays.

Herbert Henry Asquith was so anxious that he stared: "Is there no pirated version? Pirated version is fine, let me take a look first."

"Really not, that book is a bit evil, it is full of photos, I really don't know how it was printed, and the pirates are powerless, they can't even imitate the book cover. So although the price of the book is ridiculously high, it is still sold out. This kind of book has collection value, and the content is novel and shocking..."

Zhao Chuanxin sells it cheaply in China, but he doesn't suffer any loss abroad.

Finally, Herbert Henry Asquisto borrowed a book to read.

This reading was really extraordinary.

"Damn it, Zhao Chuanxin is really..."