"San Master, Telegram."

Bai Xin took a telegram and quickly walked to Wu Xuanzhi's side and whispered.

"read."

"In order to quell the rebellion, the Qing court borrowed 25 million pounds from the Bank of Four Countries with the operation and management rights of the Sichuan-Han Railway, Guangdong-Han Railway as collateral." Bai Xin quickly read the contents of the telegram, but his face was filled with uncontrollable surprises.

As Bai Xin finished pronunciating the last word, Wu Xuanzhi knocked his finger on the table and his eyes became more and more urgent.

Bai Xin placed the telegram in front of Wu Xuanzhi, "Third Master, things are indeed as you expected. The Qing court borrowed money from foreigners."

Wu Xuanzhi walked to the window of the teahouse and pushed open the window. Noisy sounds suddenly swarmed from the outside world.

He stood at a high place and could see a large circle of people outside the Sichuan-Han Railway Company in the distance, blocking the road tightly. The angry people almost overturned the railway company's headquarters.

But what everyone doesn't know is that this... is just the beginning.

"Prepare to get off the carriage and horses, we will leave Rongcheng tonight." Wu Xuanzhi's eyes could not see any emotional fluctuations. He spoke after about a cup of tea.

Bai Xin nodded and quickly went down and prepared.

"call."

A gust of cold wind blew, whirling the window's leaves. The yellow leaves in the city seemed to be the ill-fried patient with only one last breath. Finally, they broke away from the branches and flew around in scattered.

It's almost winter.

"Bang."

Wu Xuanzhi reached out to close the window, and the room became dim again.

...

"What? The railway is nationalized? Do you still have to mortgage the operation rights to foreign banks?" Hu Jun looked at the thin piece of paper in his hand, his face instantly lost its blood. He collapsed on the Grand Master's chair, like a fish that had reached the shore.

In fact, at this moment, he really became a fish that went ashore.

He has been abandoned by the vast ocean behind him.

When I was greedy, those big men took the big shot. Now, seeing that the lid is about to be covered, will they throw this mess out?

Once it is taken back to the state, the court will inevitably check the accounts. Many accounts cannot stand scrutiny at all.

"What the hell! Are those people in the court ill? Why should we take back the railway at this time?" Hu Jun's chest was filled with anger. He really couldn't figure out what benefits this would be for the court?

Although this matter cannot be achieved by myself, the court will immediately lose the support of local gentry.

The railway management and operation rights are given to foreigners, so how can domestic gentry and businessmen work? The real cake of building railways is the rise of a huge industrial chain driven by the railways during the construction and later operation of the railways. The market here is extremely vast.

If all these rights are given to foreigners, then domestic capital will even have to look at people's faces when drinking soup. As for the dividends investing in railways, who will really like it?

This telegram from the court undoubtedly pushed merchants in Sichuan and Huguang to their opposite sides.

Do you think the world is not chaotic enough? You have to urge a fire inside.

"Bang."

Just when Hu Jun was angry, the gate of the railway company headquarters finally reached its limit. With a loud bang, the crowd rushed in.

Noisy, smashing, begging for mercy...

This huge railway company was like a barrel of explosives thrown from Mars, bursting out with hot and scorching flames and shocks. Although the rising flames were just a tiny little spark for this dark world, but...

There was some light after all.

"drive!"

In the chaotic Rongcheng, everyone stayed up all night. When everyone's attention was involved in the matter of the railway company, a carriage was draped in the night and headed out of the city.

In the next period of time, Rongcheng will become a quagmire and a whirlpool.

Although Wu Xuanzhi did not practice the way of being born, it should not involve too much, otherwise it would be difficult to overcome the "killing body disaster" and the "demon disaster".

"Xilulu."

The galloping carriage suddenly stopped, and the horse pulling the carriage sniffed restlessly.

In the dark night, the hazy moonlight shines in the clouds. It ripples out layer by layer, bringing some faint light to the earth.

A team of blowjobs and beats is walking on the rugged road.

The drummer walked in front of him, and the sob sound of the suona sound, although it was joyful, had a strange smell.

The little matchmaker's face was covered with white powder, and two blood-like blush piled up symmetrically on her cheeks, piled in the wrinkles across the ravines. She was holding a white lantern in one hand with a big "囍" character on it, while the other hand was holding a little donkey.

A girl about thirteen or fourteen years old sat on the donkey, holding a big rooster with bright feathers in her arms.

"San Master, someone is getting married in the ghost."

Bai Xin said in a low voice to the carriage.

He had long been accustomed to this scene. In order to prevent them from being lonely, the children of wealthy families from living early would either find a living person to get married in the underworld or find a corpse to get married in the dark.

The girl lowered her head and sobbed, and her tears made the makeup on her face cry.

She still doesn't know anything. She doesn't know why her parents handed over her to these people, and she doesn't know what kind of ending she will face.

Bai Xin grabbed the horse's reins and waited until the wedding team passed before setting off again.

The carriage drove in the middle of the night before finally arrived in Huanglongxi Town at the second day of the day.

Huanglong Creek is close to the Chishui River, which meets the Fu River. The water transportation between Meishan and Chengdu must pass from here, so this place is very prosperous.

Wu Xuanzhi had been here a few times before, but this time, he looked a little wrong.

Walking along the street, you can see white lanterns hanging on the doors of more than a dozen families.

This is a dead person in the family.

It is normal for people to die in the family, but so many people suddenly appear, either there will be a major epidemic here or there will be soldiers and bandits causing trouble.

Under the cold wind, fallen leaves rolled on the empty streets, and the white lanterns on both sides swayed, inexplicably strange.

"Tadada."

Bai Xin drove the car. Although the horse had slowed down, the sound of horse hooves still made a crisp sound when they stepped on the bluestone slab and spread from afar. Occasionally, someone poked his head out of the small door, but after just one look, he quickly shrank his head.

"Third Master, I'm here."

The carriage was parked at the door of a house at the end of the street. There was a large plaque hanging on the door with the words "Qiao Mansion".

A gust of wind blew, and the white lanterns at the entrance of the Qiao family courtyard also swayed in the wind.
Chapter completed!