The lobby manager's body fell forward, and his back was covered with blood holes.

There are many projectiles, but the power is not as good as that of a rifle.

The lobby manager was fatally injured and could not die for a while. He was crawling on the ground, dragging a line of blood. He had a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Chuanxin casually loaded a shotgun, keeping the Winchester M1897 with 5 and 1 rounds of ammunition at all times.

He walked into the front desk on his own, opened the drawer and looked for the key, and found the three rooms next to each other on the top floor: "Come on, let's go up."

Zhao Yixian peeked out of the door furtively: "Zhao Shenxian, are we really going to have no trouble like this?"

"Oops." Zhao Chuanxin looked at the lobby manager who was gradually moving, and his expression changed: "We are really in trouble."

Zhao Yixian clamped his legs tightly, as if he was ready to run away at any time: "Then run quickly?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "If this happens, no one will dare to deliver food to us. We will have to go to the restaurant to eat in the evening. It is really troublesome. Hey, let's go."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Gunfire broke out in the lobby on the first floor, and someone went downstairs to check.

Passing by Zhao Chuanxin and others who were on their way to the restaurant, Zhao Chuanxin greeted them with a polite smile and nod.

Zhao Yixian saw everything, which gave him a very strange feeling.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Zhao Chuanxian smoothed the wrinkles of his coat before entering.

He glared at the waiter: "If you don't open the fucking door, what are you waiting for?"

The waiter didn't know his origin, but he didn't waste any time and hurriedly opened the door for him.

When I saw that I was about to go in, the waiter still said: "Sir, dogs are not allowed in."

Ganfan bared his teeth at him: "Zr..."

Waiter: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette, pulled the waiter away casually, glared at the waiter fiercely, and followed in.

Maybe it’s almost lunch time and there are quite a lot of people.

It looks like it can accommodate three to four hundred people, which is very large.

Zhao Chuanxin found a seat and sat down. There were two Chinese, two Americans, a British, and a Japanese sitting at the table next to him.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and snapped his fingers. The waiter ran over and said in English: "Sir, how can I serve you?"

"Speak in Chinese." Zhao Chuanxin emphasized: "Bring me the menu."

The waiter's face was a little stiff, and he took out the menu behind him: "Okay, sir."

Still speaking in English.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him with a big mouth: "I asked you to speak Chinese, don't you understand?"

The waiter was stunned. He covered his face and looked at him aggrievedly. This time he spoke in Chinese: "Sir, everyone here speaks English."

The British guy at the table next to him looked up and said dissatisfied: "Stop your rude behavior immediately."

Zhao Chuanxin's rebellious face flickered in and out of the smoke: "It's none of your business?"

The people at the table all looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid: "What the hell are you looking at?"

People at the table shook their heads and turned away to ignore him.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the menu: "Broiled mandarin fish, mustard steak, confit duck gizzards, braised salmon fillet, French braised oxtail and beef bone marrow, black truffle..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up everything and ordered more than a dozen dishes, and also asked: "Two portions of each kind."

The waiter cursed the bumpkin in his heart, but could only smile on the face: "Sir, Western food is about appetizers, assorted salads, mixed lettuce, foie gras, grilled snails..."

"Be like your mother, Gungungun, do you need to teach me what to eat?"

The waiter remembered it and left in a hurry with a slap mark on his face.

Zhao Yixian felt a little embarrassed.

People around them looked at them with strange eyes.

Although he has never been to such an occasion, as the saying goes, do as the Romans do. Now that you are in a Western restaurant, you must naturally follow the rules of Western food.

But obviously he didn't dare to say this to Zhao Chuanxin, and he might cut off his arm with an axe.

He has no doubt about this.

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "Master, these are not as delicious as the dishes you cook."

"It's just a makeshift meal. Who would cook when there's ready-made food? At least there's no technology and hard work now, right?"

This is Zhao Chuanxin’s inner voice.

At this time, the Chinese man with a Chinese character face at the table next to him said: "It has been more than sixty years since I was introduced to opium. I have died of addiction, quitting, and taking raw drugs. The sun and moon are cutting into my breath, and I have died of invisible things."

Counting billions of dollars, this is why smoking is banned but the dead will not die. Smoking ban is imperative."

The Americans also nodded in praise: "On behalf of Mr. Roosevelt, I agree with this view. Currently, if we want to eradicate the foundation of opium, there are two major problems. One is the opium problem in various countries in the world, and the other is the opium problem in the Qing Empire."

After speaking, he looked at the Japanese.

The Japanese's eyes flickered, and he glanced at the British guy from the corner of his eye, but remained silent.

In fact, he really wanted to say he agreed, but Japan and Britain were flirting with each other, so it was hard to refute it on the spot.

Why did the United States and Japan both support the Qing court’s ban on smoking?

Because of the mainland and the Philippines, some Chinese who were addicted to opium brought an irreversible trend to the United States. More and more people smoked opium, to the point where it had to be controlled.

The American at the table is named Brent, and he is the bishop of the American Episcopal Church in the Philippines.

He discovered that there were too many opium smokers in the Philippines, so he sent a telegram to Ronaldo to discuss a smoking ban.

Da Luo readily agreed.

Why do the Japanese agree?

It’s not that they have good intentions, but after the signing of the Treaty of Shimonoseki, opium became rampant in some of the areas they invaded.

This is mainly the result of the efforts of the two Chinese people at the table. The one with the Chinese character for his face is called Tang Guoan, who is the alternate chief of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Qing Dynasty at this time. The other one is named Yan Huiqing.

Tang Guoan is one of the second batch of children studying in the United States. He is one of the pioneers who went abroad to broaden their horizons and then came back to serve the motherland.

The two found Brent and planned to hold an anti-smoking meeting.

Although Tahara, the Japanese representative, did not speak, everyone had a clear idea and could not help but look at Xie Lishan, the British representative.

Xie Lishan is the Chinese translation of the name "Alexander" at this time, which is easier to remember than Alexander.

Xie Lishan frowned.

To put it bluntly, the anti-smoking ban was actually mainly aimed at the British. They mainly exported opium to China as a trading commodity, causing the Qing court to outflow a large amount of silver.

What should the Qing court do to resist this outflow?

Okay, then I will vigorously develop opium myself and produce and sell it myself.

I am more cruel to myself, so I ask you if you are afraid?

Not to mention, the British are indeed confused. It is difficult to dump a large amount of opium from their Indian colonies to China. What to do with the rest?

Indians are also ruthless and have started producing and selling it themselves, and their own people have begun to smoke it.

Subsequently, many British people also began to smoke.

In fact, the British also found that the matter was too serious to control.

However, the Queen of England still found it difficult to let go of the benefits of opium.

Xie Lishan frowned and said: "The Queen of our country once said - from the trade between the two countries, the monarchs and subjects gain not losses, but great benefits. This kind of exchange can enhance love and trade and should not be banned."<

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How shameless.

Everyone present looked at each other.

We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are you still playing here?

Before anyone here could say anything, a tall man suddenly pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He smiled and said in English: "You queen is an idiot, right?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Xie Lishan was furious.

Zhao Chuanxin was rude to him just now, but he didn't care.

But at this time, Zhao Chuanxin was rude to the Queen of England, and Xie Lishan couldn't bear it.

He slammed the table: "What did you say? How dare you insult the Queen?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, yes, humiliate her profusely."

Next to Xie Lishan's chair, there is a stick of civilization.
To be continued...