On a hot afternoon, the cicadas in the Governor's Office were ringing. The Haisong Foreign Ministry is located in a house most outside the Governor's Office. You can see the sharp corner of the French church opposite the Governor's Office. It was the first department established by the emperor himself. Because of its gorgeous public dresses, the opportunities to enter and exit various cocktail parties and generous business trip subsidies, perhaps the fat in the eyes of other brother units, but the cadres in it knew the joys and sorrows.

In the spacious office, Qin Liansheng, the third-class consul, sat behind the door. This was a corner where people could not see it. The simple rattan chair under his butt creaked when it moved. A big hole was pierced by a colleague's child in the back of the chair. In front of it was an old desk with a shaky paint. You must be very careful when opening the drawer, otherwise you might pull the wooden handle on it down.

Qin Liansheng lowered the book in his hand and raised his eyes from the card. A happy man suddenly appeared in front of him. He was wearing a sweatshirt and still had a big hat on his head. He was sitting on the sofa in the office, fiddling with a wide range of Western products on the coffee table. He put silver-shell clocks in his ears from time to time, or twisting the clockwork to the pure gold dancing villain, so the office was filled with disharmonious music and his laughter. Next to him was a guy in a long gown with a red turban wrapped around his head and a donkey face. He saw his companions playing with Western objects were full of curiosity and desire, but he deliberately pretended not to be interested, but his eyes were staring at him. Later, he couldn't help it. He picked up a pair of crystal sunglasses and put them on, and then waved his head around like a fool.

"Silly!" Qin Liansheng cursed in his stomach, but pretended not to see it, and quietly raised the book in his hand to cover his sight, but the words on the book made him even more painful: "If the son of the East King (3 years old) (7 years old) enters the house, he must kneel down to express his respect immediately..."

"Fuck! Kneel at any time!" Qin Liansheng threw down the book "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Diplomacy Manual (Top Secret)" in disgust, raised his hand and picked up the English phrase manual next to him, and tried to stammer and learn the weird Chinese English. Then he threw it away after reading a few pages. Then he took a thick brick Bible and started reading, but he didn't recognize many words. After reading for a while, he sighed, held his head in his hand, and leaned on a rattan chair with a big hole. In the monotonous music full of Western music boxes in the office and his colleagues' weird eyes, he swept over the two small signs in front of the table. There were two small cards placed outside the table, one with "Annan" and the other with "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom", and the latter with new ink.

Qin Liansheng sighed and snorted in a low voice: "Why are I so unlucky?"

In fact, more than half a year ago, Qin Liansheng was cheering because he had the opportunity to sit in a position that made him full of anger.

When Zhao Kuo came to Guangzhou, he was a gangster.

nicknamed Qin Mazi. He has done everything as a filial son, fortune telling, fighting, selling fake medicine, exorcising ghosts, pretending to be a Taoist priest (because monks have to shave their heads, it's too troublesome). He has been to Guangdong, Guangxi, Annan, and Fujian. Finally, in Guangzhou, in front of a small branch of the Tiandihui, the congregation with the lowest level, is a kind of person who eats and drinks, does everything, and the whole family is not hungry. If you have any trouble, you will take your chair and legs to fight. You will be called everywhere to flatter your brother and make a living.

Of course, the only advantage is that opium is not addicted to it. This is because I am too poor to visit the opium restaurant every day.

Later, I was lucky. Someone saw that he spoke cleverly and looked good. He recommended it to a nervous guy. The guy said he would work for him and asked him to apply for an apprentice in a place called Dasong Manufacturing Bureau to find out the news.

"You have a double salary. The Manufacturing Bureau will give you one. I will give you one here. I have done a good job and reliable news. I will be a formal spy from the court." The head of the army ordered.

These words almost made Qin Mazi excitedly turn his back: "Damn. It turns out that I am a native of the court!"

Qin Mazi knew that the worst was Li Kui (a temporary worker in the official yamen runner) in Water Margin. Is this ten thousand times better than before?

He immediately devoted himself to the work of the Manufacturing Bureau's spies with enthusiasm. Of course, he was also full of enthusiasm when he was sloppy and lazy in the gun manufacturing workshop.

Finally, as a member of the Mission Department group in the worker, he made great contributions to the Mission Department cracking down on the manufacturing bureau case and mastering the level of workers' learning of Western technology. He officially became a spy in the Mission Department.

Thinking of his proud work, Qin Liansheng looked unhappy. He raised his head hard from the back of the rattan chair to the bottom. He sighed in his heart: "Mom. What's the difficulty of making a gun? If I worked as hard as Xiao Zheng and Lao Li, I would have become a rich man with my smartness! Who would have thought that His Majesty would be so cruel that he would give it to the factory directly! Alas. In the end, the two famous idiots among the workers were proud. It's really unfair."

Because he is too lazy and sloppy, the Zheng brothers who took over the factory naturally would not want him, and they would not want him even if they have friendship. In the face of his own property, friendship is nothing.

Of course, this is also a good thing for the court to detect Qin Mazi. In fact, the later Zheng brothers and Li Yuting exploited workers a hundred times more ruthless than Chen Qirong's period, and the workers were tired and crawled back to the dormitory.

After leaving the Manufacturing Bureau, Qin Liansheng was upgraded. His new task was to pretend to be an agent comprador of the supplier to bribe the procurement department of the Dasong Shipbuilding Bureau.

Thinking of the consequences of his work, Qin Mazi sighed in the third sigh: "I never want to enter the official industry in my life. It's so fucking dangerous. Silver bites his hand."

At this time, another opportunity came. The Song Dynasty wanted to start a war against Annan and needed spies, but there was no talent at all. At that time, it was the court's own people, and it was a talent who understood Annan dialect.

Qin Mazi once filled in the Hoi An Nan language in his resume. He once followed his boss to Annan to buy and sell opium, and was immediately transferred from the Shipbuilding Bureau by the Fire. Zhao Ying, the "little murder king" of the Missionary Department, personally "interviewed" him. After a few days of useless training, he was sent to Annan merchant ships.

At that time, the only motivation to support him in this strange country to do a brain-losing task was that he could have the opportunity to destroy a large amount of funds.

He hacked 2,000 taels of silver, but he also inquired about the Yaro incident, made another contribution, and turned him back to an Annan fish shop as his wife.

"Have a wife? Have a wife? Damn, what's the point of having a wife?! A house, living a life, having a lot of things to do with a baby! It's much more painful than before!" Qin Mazi was no longer the time when he was lustful to give Annan a betrothal gift. At that time, he would be willing to cut his flesh to exchange for this beauty.

Then a large army gathered in Annan for what a god.

"There is a god watching this world?" Qin Mazi fled back to Haijing Port with his wife. Before he got off the ship, Xiao Zuye and Zhao Ying came together. On the fly, Qin Mazi, who is now the so-called Annantong, was promoted as Annan's special envoy.

"I won't go to war, right?" Qin Mazi was sweating coldly. Later, when Xiao Zuye said that he would succeed, he took him to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Song Dynasty. Qin Mazi immediately jumped from the merchant ship to the warship.

"Can you be an official! This is a qualitative change!" Qin Mazi thought so at that time. In order to become an official and a superior, he was willing to do whatever he wanted, even if he was holding a big knife to fight the Annan people. There was some risk, but he had successfully completed the task. The French people spoke Annan Chinese more people in the Annan court, and there were also many people who spoke French and Chinese more people in the Annan court. He didn't need Annan dialect to stutter, and in the Song Dynasty he followed General Luo Qianjie, making an arrangement of glaring or smiling and nodding.

Of course, after returning to China, Qin Mazi woke up in a dream--he really entered the Song Dynasty court and became a diplomat.

The double-star tailor outside the palace measured his body for him to make the most fit dress. At that time, he was sweating coldly, fearing that his body odor would desecrate the place where the nobles entered and left. He rented a small yard near the palace to settle himself and his wife. Every time he walked out of the alley, he could hear the old ladies at the entrance of the alley whisper in awe: "This is a high-ranking official of the court."

How wonderful life is.

But life is also a sewage pool in the desert!

When you are thirsty, you drink sweeter than honey, but once you quench your thirst, it will be bitter as medicine immediately. This is how Qin Liansheng is.

When he first entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he almost hit the roof when he walked, but after getting to know him, he was so depressed that he felt uncomfortable.

This is too difficult for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to get through.

They themselves said that the real foreign minister of the Song Dynasty was not Xiao Zuye, but Emperor Zhao Kuo.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is the one who runs the most every day in the court. The Embassy Street opposite the court and the palace behind it run two ends every day. You can imagine how high their status is;

This department was captured by the emperor himself, and he pulled up this department in the wounds on the side. Almost all the elites he could find were brought into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Thirty percent of the officials in it were from pastors like the Han Association of Hong Kong in the past; 40 percent were from compradors from foreigners; 20 percent were from Confucian scumbags who passed the imperial examination; and one percent were from Xiao Zuye;

Some of these people are knowledgeable, but at least they can do everything, and they are very good at playing and being able to mess around. It is qualitatively different from Qin Mazi's low-level world.

Does Qin Mazi understand the Bible? I don’t understand;

Does Qin Mazi know about foreign language? I don’t understand if I count the Annan language;

Does Qin Mazi know how to identify red wine? I don’t understand;

Even if they speak Chinese, can Qin Mazi talk and laugh with foreigners? No;

It can be said that Qin Mazi feels that he is a group of chickens standing on the cranes.

To say that you are a country bumpkin is to praise yourself, and to compare yourself with your colleagues is simply incompatible;

Qin Mazi's only advantage may be that she has been a spy. Everyone in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has received spy training from Zhao Ying, the little murderer, but this is useless. Qin Mazi cannot find out the news in English or French.

As a spy or a spy at the bottom, Qin Mazi can immediately become an apprentice and a small businessman, but he cannot become a boss or a big businessman. He is the kind of person who can't be found in the crowd. This is a necessary quality for the spy;

But at this moment, the colleagues were replaced by those who stood among ten thousand people. You could see at first glance that Niu Bi. Listening to the colleagues with the Great Powers such as Britain and France on the table talking about foreign wine, horse racing, and yellow jokes in English, Qin Mazi could only laugh, but her heart was full of powerlessness.

In addition, in the eyes of everyone in China, Annan, who was in charge of Qin Mazi, has an optional place, and it has nothing to do with China. The Annan people come to him and always bring translators. Even their ministers speak Chinese well. You must know that the emperor himself is a calligrapher of Chinese characters, and when the envoy comes, they are all accompanied by Xiao Zuye and the emperor. How can they use the second-rate translator like Qin Mazi to come out? He is just a character who pours wine at a banquet.

Naturally, Qin Mazi's desk was placed in the corner, with bright sunshine in the middle, and the feng shui location was left to colleagues responsible for the powerful countries.

"In this office, those who do odd jobs are more proud than me!" Qin Mazi sighed in pain. He looked at the two guys wearing red turbans on the sofa, closed his eyes, and said in his heart: "Damn it, let me enter the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Group, it's so fucking, it's even more unlucky than Annan!"

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Group is also a place that is highly discriminated against. The cadres in charge of this diplomacy are a few local buns. This job not only has to risk their lives to travel through the tide-changing Taiping Heavenly Kingdom jurisdiction, but also has a lot of trouble. You must not believe in Christian Catholicism, otherwise you will go to Tianjing and see the Heavenly King Dongwang. Are you on a mission or seeking death?

Not only can you not believe it, but you also have to change your mind when you see the wind.

"Is the King of Heaven the Brother of Jesus?"

"yes!"

"Is the Heavenly King a God?"

"yes!"

“Tell me what God looks like.”

"Fat, black beard over navel..."

You have to memorize this set well, and there are many taboo words. For example, you must say the demons in Qing Dynasty. Never say the Qing Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, which is a collaboration between enemies. If you write the words in the names of the Heavenly King and the East King, you have to add a more vertical line to show the taboo. Otherwise, it will be disrespectful, and of course, kneeling and kowtowing at any time is a trivial matter.

For this reason, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Song Dynasty specially compiled a "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Diplomacy Manual" updated several days. There was nothing else in it, just various taboos.

This book doesn't require Xiao Zuye to kick it. No one of the brothers from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom dares to memorize it thoroughly, otherwise this would be a joke on his own head

"Kneel your mother, we don't kneel. Why do we kneel at any time? A three-year-old child must kneel? Fuck!" Qin Mazi cursed in his heart. As a Chinese, of course, he was used to kneeling down, but the problem was that Chinese people have never been worried about poverty but equality, and worship the strong and discriminate against the weak. Based on what they do now in the Song Dynasty, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' backs are getting harder and harder.

The Song Dynasty can’t kneel down, why should you kneel down? You are not as good as the Song Dynasty

But the diplomacy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom should not be neglected. After all, they attracted most of the firepower of the Qing Dynasty. This was an order issued by Zhao Kuo himself. The envoys were sent to Tianjing, and the other party also came to Haijing.

He does not understand foreign literature, does not believe in religion, and does not have the eloquence. It is the former Jianghu Youzi. As a few people who were discriminated against in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Qin Mazi was naturally joined the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Group and became the unlucky family in the corner.

Look, Wallace Chung and his surveillance friend were on a mission to Haijing again. Qin Mazi accompanied the two of them to buy things in Haijing for a day. He was no better than these two of them who often used their legs to drive the brave generals of several provinces of the Qing army. He almost broke his legs, and now his legs were jumping and hurting.

Thinking of this, Qin Mazi looked at the man with a big hat, but his heart was full of disdain: Lord Wallace Chung, his former status was side by side with Dou Wenjian, the most powerful general in the Song Dynasty, and it seemed to be higher than Dou Wenjian. As a result, he lives in a villa and rides a carriage. With a wave of the sword, Hanoi stood up. When Man Qing saw him, he was scared like a dog. But Wallace Chung is now no different from a fool who eats and drinks for free. When he comes to Haijing, he buys things according to the gift list of the Tianjin nobles. Of course, the money is all issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Song Dynasty. It is simply shameless!

You buy it, and the donkey face next to you always said: This is something we sell in Tianjin! Then, we sell in Tianjin!

You have sold it, but you still have to go so far to buy it? It depends on whether we are paying for it now?

Qin Mazi was so angry that she was accompanied by shopping.

During the meal, Wallace Chung’s old friend Dou Wenjian also came. After drinking a few drinks, Wallace Chung said that they had issued an edict. Qin Mazi watched helplessly as the man hugged Dou Wenjian, the general admired by the Song Dynasty, and said, “The King of Heaven has issued an edict. The King of Heaven has issued an edict. The King of Heaven can have 11 wives, and the other kings can have 6. My level can have 3 wives, such as Lao Wang can have one wife and one concubine, and the lower-level officials and ordinary people are one! Brother, I asked for a concubine. I fled from Hubei. It’s very beautiful. How many wives do your brother have now?"

Dou Wenjian raised his wine glass and smiled: "Of course I can only have one, and there is only one emperor. The scriptures say it!"

"That won't work. The king of heaven agrees. I'll tell you about it to His Majesty. You, the Song Dynasty, also want to take concubines. This is natural." Wallace Chung smiled proudly.

"No! But since you are damn concubine, I have to express it to you. A life-long brother!" Dou Wenjian said as he went to the inner pocket of the Western military uniform to pick up something."

"Brother, you're out." Wallace Chung stopped Dou Wenjian from paying for some bride price. The two of them pushed each other to make a bunch at the banquet.

Qin Mazi, who was sitting in the lower head, was full of contempt: "How many fucking times have you said it? He said it to me three or four times along the way. Manhai Kyoto knows that you have too many wives! Do you want shame? Are you fucking foreign religions? A bunch of pigs!"

Although he was not religious and even fantasized about having money to make three wives and four concubines, the people from Tianjing showed off that they could take concubines, which made Qin Mazi angry and wished he could throw a glass of wine on Wallace Chung's face.

And after the banquet, Wallace Chung and the others actually asked Qin Mazi to take them to the Red Light District of Haijing to have fun!

"Will God agree?" Qin Mazi rubbed her teeth and asked with a smile.

"Don't you believe that the king is a god?" The donkey next to Wallace Chung was stunned.

"Yes, only you Tianjing is the true believer. Haha." Qin Mazi said with a smile, then bent down and stretched out his hand and said, "Please come with me and I'll take you there."

I remembered what happened last night. Watching two Tianjing envoys fiddling with their own trophy on the sofa of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs made the small official indignant, but the responsibility of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was to not offend "friends". This was not a personal preference, but a work. This kind of depression made the old rattan chair under Qin Mazi's butt make violent creaking sounds, as if they were about to fall apart immediately.

"Damn it, if the land price in Haijing was not so expensive. If I had to support my wife, if the salary was not high, why would I be angry here?" Qin Mazi thought angrily: "Opening a small shop is better than being a diplomat, especially Annan and Taiping Heavenly Kingdom diplomats! It's not done by humans!"

Just as he was gritting his teeth, the door was opened. The door that was pushed open immediately blocked Qin Mazi's half of the desk, making him unable to see who was coming in. He only saw an arm wearing a dress appearing in front of him with a pack of things.
To be continued...