Chapter 944 From Now on, My Chinese Name Will Be Zhao Lingjun

There was something distinctive about Dutch merchants.

They rarely bring gifts to please anyone. When doing business, you should negotiate and don't be vain.

But they also suffer from the stinking problem of businessmen from all over the world competing with each other.

After Zhao Chuanxin revealed his intention to cooperate, they stopped going into this topic.

Others need to wait for private visits to communicate confidentially, otherwise business opportunities may be leaked.

Seeing that no one asked questions, Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the carriage.

However, Edward VII stepped forward with great interest and took Zhao Chuanxin's arm: "Zhao, I have a request. Please get on the carriage and give me a ride."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the carriage: "It's too crowded."

"..."

Okay, okay, Westerners don’t speak so straightforwardly either.

Edward VII gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's ride to the port."

"Then let's get in the car."

Zhao Chuanxin was worried that the next cold would kill the old boy.

Edward VII waved goodbye to the people of The Hague.

However, the people of The Hague who had previously ignored Zhao Chuanxin, in addition to the King of England, also said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin, and their attitude made a 90-degree turn.

Zhao Chuanxin was not even good at acting, his eyelids were drooped, and he got on the carriage indifferently.

If you have no desires, you will be strong. I am not a royal husband. You can do whatever you want.

Giving advice is all for Wilhelmina's sake, nothing more.

Everyone is cheap.

Zhao Chuanxin had such an unconventional attitude from the beginning, but they got used to it and made excuses for Zhao Chuanxin's words and deeds - only by staying true to one's original intention can one succeed.

Edward VII moved his body awkwardly, trying to give Zhao Chuanxin as much space as possible.

Zhao Chuanxin was on the contrary, he wielded a golden sword and lit a cigar.

King Edward VII praised: "Zhao, what you said is really good. I heard that you served as a prefect in the Qing Dynasty. Why don't you come to the UK and I will find a way to transfer you to the parliament."

He felt that since Zhao Chuanxin was willing to be an official, it would definitely be better to be an official in the British Empire than in the backward Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin should agree.

Before abdicating the throne, it would be great to recruit talents for Daying.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "No, I have social fears. I am afraid of crowds. There are too many people in parliament meetings."

Who is Zhao Chuanxian? If you show him a cool article to read, he will tell you - it’s not cool either.

Who cares about your congressman?

"..." Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Edward VII changed the subject: "Zhao, I heard that the White Star Line is about to build an Olympic-class cruise ship, and your company in the United States is recruiting the first batch of maiden voyage passengers. Insurance won’t pay for an accident, but it will save your life. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

Hearing what he said, Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's just what you said, life-saving insurance on the maiden voyage."

King Edward VII smiled bitterly: "The Titanic is the largest and most luxurious passenger ship in the world, and it is said to be unsinkable. The insurance premium you set is too expensive, and I think it damages your reputation."

What he wants to say is, which fool would buy it?

This insurance seems very casual, but in fact it is also very perfunctory.

It’s as if you never thought about letting people buy it.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said perfunctorily: "Well, you are right, a good man will have a safe life. I will ask Thomas to double the insurance premium later."

"..."

You can’t get enough oil and salt, right?

Soon, the carriage arrived at the port.

Zhao Chuanxin and King Edward VII got off the car.

Before leaving, King Edward VII asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, you will also go to the address you gave me, right? If I go, it will break my bad luck, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin was ambiguous: "Well, there is no problem in understanding it this way. But do good deeds, don't ask about the future, just go ahead and go."

After sending Edward VII to the ship, Zhao Chuanxin took the British Consulate's carriage back.

On the way, he saw something being performed in a shed.

Street art is popular in the Netherlands, and organ cars and the like are not very attractive.

But the shed in front of him was filled with onlookers.

Zhao Chuanxin thought of his daughter, Juliana must have liked such a lively scene, even though her eyesight was weak.

But then I remembered what Wilhelmina said, if Zhao Chuanxian continued to take care of the baby like this, they might not be able to take care of him.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and shouted: "Stop the car. Your king likes to watch this kind of performance. I will go and have a look. You wait for me."

It's better to go and see the excitement yourself.

The coachman at the British Embassy said you were quite rude.

There was nothing they could do, they didn't dare to object.

Zhao Chuanxin got out of the car, walked to the shed, and pushed the crowd: "The city management and administrative law enforcement are coming, please give way, I want a fine..."

This title is very bluffing, and the word fine is especially frightening.

So the crowd consciously separated, allowing Zhao Chuanxin to enter calmly.

Everyone was waiting to see the "fines" going on, but after Zhao Chuanxin entered, he crossed his arms and watched with interest, and said to the people around him: "I just came in to take a look, what are you all looking at?"

Everyone's noses were so hung up and crooked.

What trouble are you making!

The coachman at the British Embassy was speechless.

The performer in the shed gave Zhao Chuanxin a vicious look: "Sir, please maintain order and don't mess around."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, look at them. They are not in order at all. They interrupted your performance. Please continue."

actor actress:"……"

The scene was like a melodrama.

There is a very scary humanoid doll, only half the body, and there seems to be some kind of agency information inside.

There is a box in front of the doll, and the outside of the box can be locked.

The performer said: "Everyone, watch out. This is a puppet made by a Swedish mechanical master. It has its own soul and can understand human speech..."

The audience couldn't help but exclaimed when they heard this.

Zhao Chuanxin said to himself that people nowadays are really easy to deceive.

As long as it involves cows, ghosts, and snakes, people will be amazed again and again.

There was confidence in the crowd, and they sang the opposite: "I don't believe it, it's obviously just an ordinary doll."

The performer's face was full of "angry". He knocked on the table and said unconvinced: "You don't believe it, do you? If you don't believe it, just look at it. The name of this doll is - Emma.

Now I want to say something to her.

Emma, ​​please open the box. "

I saw the doll's arm slowly raised, then lowered, his hand resting on the lock of the box, opening the lock, and then lifting the lid.

The crowd screamed again.

"Wow, it really has a soul."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth as he looked at it.

What a poor performance.

But everyone really just likes this.

Tuo in the crowd shouted at this time: "You must have used some kind of blind trick. I still don't believe it."

The performer sneered: "You saw it with your own eyes, why don't you believe it?"

Tuo shouted: "I just don't believe it anyway."

The performer said, "Then how do you believe it?"

Tuo's eyes were chattering, then he widened his eyes and said, "Yes, if you get into the box and let the doll close. After that, if you let the doll open again, I will believe it."

The performer snorted coldly, as if feeling guilty and said: "Why should I listen to you?"

Tuo retorted.

The performer is sarcastic.

The two exchanged words with each other, quickly arousing the audience's emotions, and some people started to boo.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head repeatedly.

At this time, Xingyue said in his ear: "There is a girl operating a puppet in the dark box at the back. She seems to have been in there for a long time and has angina. She is covered in sweat now. If there is no intervention, she may be alive. Danger."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment, then squeezed through the excited crowd, bypassed the curtain, and sneaked behind the scenes.

In the front, the performer brought the audience's emotions to the peak. He gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, since you don't believe it, then I will get into the box and prove it to you."

He got into the box and said, "Emma, ​​close the box."

Behind the scenes, the girl in the camera obscura is pale, with cold sweat flowing down her forehead like a waterfall.

But she still curled up her body, tried her best to wind the string, and pulled a lead.

The sound of a machine was heard, and in front of the curtain, the scary doll closed the box.

Zhao Chuanxin witnessed everything and found that not all of it was controlled by humans. The doll actually seemed to have a program and moved according to the trajectory.

According to his observation, there are at least six trajectory movements.

And this is achieved entirely by the transmission of various gear parts. Needless to say, it is really something.

The key point is that this thing has no circuit board and no real computer program. It is all done mechanically.

After the girl finished doing this, she was obviously extremely uncomfortable and leaned against the camera obscura as if she was exhausted.

Her curled up body made it impossible for her to relieve her angina and make no sound.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment and pulled her out.

His mother had angina before.

He has some experience.

There was no stool behind the scenes, so Zhao Chuanxin knelt down on one knee, with one leg in a lunge, and put the girl on his knee, using it as a stool.

He said: "Sit upright, put your hands on your sides, bend your elbows, and align your palms with your knees. Follow my instructions, exhale slowly, don't be nervous. Okay, that's it, slowly raise your head, your calves and the ground Form an obtuse angle, exhale slowly, lower your knees slowly, and repeat these two steps..."

She is very thin, with pale lips, big eyes, and long eyelashes. She is a very delicate girl.

Her pale face gave her a morbid beauty.

When angina pectoris occurs, people will feel weak all over.

Pain from the chest to the back, the dull pain can sometimes make people collapse.

Although the girl was surprised at this time, she had no time to think too much because of the onset of illness.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice was steady, powerful and convincing.

She instinctively did what Zhao Chuanxin said.

Only slightly weak, Zhao Chuanxin took her slender hands to help her operate.

Needless to say, within a few breaths, the angina pectoris slowly eased.

But the performers in front suffered a lot.

After he entered the box, he shouted: "Emma, ​​open the box."

The puppet remained motionless.

The person who came here thought it was the effect of the show. He laughed loudly and said: "What did I say? Look, he is lying."

The performers also thought that the girl behind the scenes wanted to whet the appetite of the audience.

He didn't take it seriously and continued to shout: "Emma, ​​be obedient and please open the box."

I called several times in succession, but the doll didn't move at all.

The person who invited me was a little anxious: "Can you do it?"

The performer was furious: "Emma, ​​if you don't fucking open the box, I'll make you look good later."

The puppet remained motionless.

The audience murmured.

The performer breaks down: "Help, someone please help me open the box."

After hearing this, the agent was a little hesitant.

The audience doesn't understand why, and they won't even move.

The performer was very scared in the dark and narrow box, because the audience outside was holding their breath, as if he was the only one left in the world.

He said desperately: "Ross Mullen, come here and open the box for me. Are you crazy? Come here quickly."

The man named Rose Mullen suddenly realized that something was really wrong.

He rushed over in three steps and two steps, opened the box and released the performer.

The audience was not really stupid. At this moment, they finally understood. It turned out that the two of them, one applauding and the other making fun of, were both acting there.

Then the whole crowd burst into laughter.

The performer became so angry that after jumping out, he kicked Rose Mullen first, then angrily opened the curtain and shouted: "Emma, ​​are you fucking dead in there?"

At this time, Emma's face had just regained some color, but she was still weak and collapsed on Zhao Chuanxin's knees.

The performer was so angry that he reached out to pluck the hair of the girl who called Emma.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and clamped his wrist.

The performer tried to break free, but the big hand made of steel remained motionless.

At this time, someone in the audience exclaimed: "Ah, it's Mr. Zhao. I just listened to his speech at the British Embassy."

"Why is Mr. Zhao behind?"

"What private thing is he doing with that girl?"

"He actually carried the queen behind his back..."

The performer's wrist was pinched and he screamed: "Let me go."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Emma has angina pectoris. Don't you know she has this problem?"

Only then did the performer notice Emma's face.

The anger on his face subsided, but he still felt a little embarrassed: "How do I know? Besides, angina pectoris won't kill you."

When the audience heard this, they realized that it was the girl who was behind everything who got sick and it was Zhao Chuanxin who saved her.

Emma's body was trembling, and she struggled to stand up from Zhao Chuanxin's knees.

She said: "I'm sorry, this is my last performance. If it weren't for this gentleman, I might really die in it."

The performer was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "You ruined my performance, otherwise I would also fire you."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, patted the dust on his knees, and strolled out without a care in the world.

The girl named Emma gently bent down and bowed to Zhao Chuanxin in thanks.

The crowd spontaneously applauded.

"God bless Mr. Zhao."

"The Queen is kind and Mr. Zhao is kind. They are truly a match made in heaven."

Flattery?

Lao Zhao: "Ah...tui!"

He spat out, ignored their flattery, put his hands in his pockets and left.

"Ah, that's the case with Mr. Zhao, he doesn't care about fame..."

"What a humble person!"

After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he thought that people are really cheap.

The groom looked at Zhao Chuanxin curiously: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Go back to Fort Noorden."

On the way, Xingyue said to him: "The machinery inside the doll just now is very precise, I made a sketch."

With that said, he showed Zhao Chuanxin the drawing on his glasses.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the densely packed gears and felt his scalp numb: "I can't understand."

Xingyue said: "I can imitate it, but it is meaningless. I think that worm silk, central control rune fragments and this kind of machinery can be combined, but it needs to be redesigned. We can make a puppet based on mechanical principles."

The desert emperor's puppet soldiers, as well as Zhao Chuanxin's soft gold armor, are similar in principle to animals. They are not gears, but sinews, with worm silk as the sinews.

The performers' dolls are machines.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen a mechanical doll that could write in a museum, and it was really amazing.

He shrugged and said, "What's the use? The strength, power, and flexibility of dolls made of precision gears can't even be compared with rough puppet slaves, let alone black puppet craftsmen and puppet soldiers."

Xingyue said: "You have to do something in your white house in Qutsalam, right? Even if it is a resort, it needs a cover to support the facade. Otherwise, you have to pretend to be a rich kid to hide from others. Otherwise, you have nothing to do but have money." Isn’t the cost of living suspicious? No matter what you do, it’s always fun to have a mechanical doll as a gimmick.”

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin: "That makes sense."

But he knew nothing about the design of such precision instruments.

Xingyue said: "The craftsman will be interested. Give him the drawings and he will help you design."

But right now, Zhao Chuanxin just wants to go back and see his daughter.

Having a pet can be rare for a long time, let alone a pink and fleshy biological daughter?

Juliana wanted daddy more.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin came back, he heard Juliana crying.

He hurriedly opened the door and took Juliana from Margot's arms: "Why are you crying?"

"Dad, you are already an adult father. Remember not to run around in the future." Juliana said with tears in her eyes, but her face was full of solemnity.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Margot: "Say, whoever taught her to talk like this, I will beat him to death."

Margot said innocently: "I didn't teach you."

"I thought of it myself." Juliana stretched out her chubby arm to wipe away her tears and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Dad, what's wrong, do I have to die today?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was confused: "Who taught you Chinese?"

"You talked to Xingyue, and I learned a little bit."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin's hair stood on end: "I don't care who you are, get off my daughter immediately. This body is not something you can possess."

Juliana: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin must accept the fact that Juliana's brain is far different from ordinary people.

It's just a bit sensational.

But judging from his words and deeds, this is definitely his seed.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Juliana's clear eyes and said with a wry smile: "Daughter, daddy will give you a Chinese name. The name Yu is Zhengzexi, and the character Yu is Lingjun. From now on, your Chinese name will be - Zhao Lingjun!"

Zhao Lingjun bit his finger: "Zhao Lingjun..."

Margot reminded: "Sir, you can't name the princess casually."

"Haha, don't talk nonsense. If anyone wants to oppose the father naming his daughter, let him stand in front of me and say that if he can't kill him, I will write the word Zhao upside down."

Margot: "..."

Lingjun is Qu Yuan's word, which describes the land as beautiful and flat.

Zhao Chuanxin was worried that his daughter was too evil, so he asked her to be more peaceful.

Daughters should follow their fathers, but there should be a limit.

Dads can be a little bit cheating, but daughters should not cheat their fathers.

At this time, the guards outside knocked on the door.

Since Wilhelmina made a confession, the guards who protect the princess must be arranged.

Margot opened the door and asked the guard what was going on. The guard said: "There are some entrepreneurs outside who want to see Mr. Zhao."

Margot looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Lingjun leaned on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder and said, "Dad, let's go out and play..."

"Be good, let's go meet them first, maybe they are here to give us money."

It's strange, nothing Margot says works, but Zhao Chuanxin can negotiate anything he says.

Zhao Lingjun's body: "Money, money..."