Because it was the inexplicable invitation from the Qing Dynasty's parents in Shanghai, and they were worried about some accident on the way. After all, because of the great victory of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Shanghai people were panicked and rumored that they were about to come soon. The road was filled with refugees. Yung Wing built a beard and dressed neatly. At 2 pm, he arrived at the Shanghai road platform in the middle of the small four-sided city wall. It was not difficult to enter the door. With such invitations, the door immediately let him in.

But when the host of the invitation was surprised, Yung Wong sat in the side room from 2 pm to 4 pm, no one came to pay attention to him. At first, someone renewed the tea, but later, no one paid attention to him. He asked everyone, "What are you doing? Wait a little longer."

Just when Yung Wing was about to fall asleep on the chair, the two of them walked into the side room.

"Is this Yung Wing Yung Da Meng?" The person in front of him was a young man wearing a Qing official robe but with Western sunglasses. He smiled frivolously. Behind him was a fat Chinese man dressed in a wealthy businessman, and he smiled at Yung Wing.

"I am, who are you?" Yung Wing immediately sat upright from the chair. It was so difficult to finally meet someone who took care of him in the Qing Dynasty government office.

"Xiaoguan is the supervisor of the Hunan Army's mission station in Shanghai, and is also a member of the Western Learning and Chinese Studies. He is appointed as the third-rank guerrilla guerrilla, Chen Yuan." The young man said proudly.

"Oh, see sir." Yung Wing was not very clear about the guerrilla fucking hair, but only knew that the other party had an official position, so he had to salute quickly: "I wonder when Lord Wu will be free?"

"It's because of me that I made an appointment with you." Chen Yuan and the fat man behind him laughed, leaving Yung Wing as if he was falling into a mist.

Yung Wing and Chen Yuan talked for a while, and they asked each other and answered by themselves. They basically reported their resumes. Chen Yuan said happily: "You are really a Hanlin in the United States. We, Lord Zuo Zongtang, like you, a talented Qing people, and specially set up my sergeant to contact heroes from all over the world! It's getting late, it's time to have a meal, come and come. Please tell me a different place. Have you booked the place? "

"But, Lord Wu is still waiting to see me." Yung Wing said.

Chen Yuan and the fat man looked at each other and laughed.

Half an hour later, Yung Wing was taken to a restaurant next to the yamen. The decoration was luxurious. There were three or four people waiting in front of the table. When they saw them, they immediately stood up and greeted each other. Chen Yuan introduced Yung Wing in turn: either an official or an official or a businessman.

"You have seen this one long ago. Lord Yang Fang and Lord Wu rely on the Western Paradise and the Money Bag!" Chen Yuan introduced the fat man to Yung Wing in the private room.

"Oh, Lord Chen, you made fun of me again. Sharing the country's worries." The fat man called Yang Fangdi burst into laughter. Then he held Yung Wing's hand and said, "Don't listen to Lord Chen's talk nonsense. I'm just a little businessman. But he is not as arrogant as he is!"

At one time, there will be 7 or 8 Chinese officials with big belly. Some are the lands, some are the lands, some are the lands, some are the lands to arrest thieves, and some are the divisions. Chen Yuan welcomed them intimately. Then he introduced them to Yung Wing. He introduced them to the table. The large round table that can accommodate more than a dozen people will be sat on the ground.

"What are these people doing?" Yung Wing blinked and saluted one officials after another for no reason. He had no idea what this meant.

"There's the meal! Let them serve the food." Chen Yuan, sitting on the owner's seat, raised his chopsticks, moved his muscles and made preparations for killing the enemy.

The waiters immediately brought the delicious food like flowing water. Looking at the bear paws, deer antlers, shark fins, and bird's nests, the officials at the venue exclaimed sincere admiration.

"Come on, before the dinner, let's go to my big American brother three times. They are foreigners and know foreign affairs, so I'll get the wine." As he said that, Chen Yuan took off his sunglasses that he seemed reluctant to take off and stood up. He raised his wine glass to Yung Wing next to him and worked to the end.

Immediately, all the people who didn't know stood up and raised their wine glass to Yung Wing. Yung Wing stood up in a hurry and killed the rice wine in his small glass under pressure.

Soon, cups and cups intersected at the meal, and everyone was eating and drinking quickly and vigorously.

"Warm wine!" someone shouted, and the guy in the luxury restaurant rushed up immediately, put a small oil (kerosene) stove on the table, and heated the iron kettle containing the wine on a low heat.

"Haha. It's so refreshing!" Chen Yuan sat down with a smile, pointed to the small stove with fire, and asked Yung Wing: "Brother Rong, it's good for you Americans to drink. With this kind of foreign oil stove to heat it, it's so slim and comfortable!"

When will the United States drink and heat it up?

Yung Wing was stunned. Before he could speak, there was a sound of compliment on the table that was already remembered:

"Chen Guerrilla is Western-Attached!"

"Brother Chen, you have a good academic knowledge of both Chinese and Western cultures!"

"Brother Chen, I didn't expect that you are not only a brave general on the battlefield, but also have the elegance of using Western learning."

Chen Yuan enjoyed these flatteries with a sigh, and he trembled with laughter. He patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Brother Rong, you are a talented man. Our Lord Zuo and Zeng Guofan like people like you. When will you go back to Hunan with your brother?"

Yung Wing asked a lot before he realized that Chen Yuan was an official sent by Zuo Zongtang in Shanghai, and he specially introduced foreign gun teams and industrial talents for the Hunan Army. Of course, this industry is currently limited to the manufacturing of foreign guns and gunpowder bullets. After hearing that Yung Wing, the person with the highest Chinese education in Shanghai, he entrusted the Shanghai Daotai to find Yung Wing.

Seeking talented people is thirsty!

However, in the Westernization Affairs Office, Chen Yuan and Yung Wing had no common language. He knew nothing. He was just a cheerful official. He seemed to only know how to distinguish the quality of the wine and food in various places. However, eating and drinking at the banquet were always the same. Chen Yuan was obviously good at this, and he had a lot of alcohol and a lot of appetite. He chatted with Yung Wing, who didn't know what was called the so-called official. He drank so vigorously and had a hot face and a hot ear.

But this banquet made Yung Wing a little painful, because the banquets in Qing officials were obviously different from those in the Western and Song dynasties.

Yes, two dogs lying under the table!

I don’t know who brought it, so I lay down below and chewed the bones. Yung Wing was very careful not to stretch his legs for fear of kicking them;

Second, the remaining wine continued to pour into the wine pot on the table!

During the frequent toasts, everyone may not be able to finish the wine in the wine cup. The waiters who served well in this luxurious restaurant immediately poured the remaining wine into the warm wine pot in the middle, heated it with foreign oil, and continued to divide the wine next time. This was a deep influence from the West. It was simply drinking other people's saliva;

Third, towels are so attentive!

The restaurant is really good. The guy takes a hot water basin almost every five minutes and distributes a hot towel to wipe the sweat of the guests in Shanghai who are sweating profusely in summer. However, this towel is not distinguished. After using it, the guy threw it into the water basin and twisted it. Next time, it will continue to use it. In a short while, more than a dozen towels will be mixed together. Of course, Yung Wing didn't want to use a towel that others used to wipe his face, so he forced himself to sweat.

Fourth, he kept using their greasy chopsticks to pick up food for Yung Wing, which made Yung Wing laugh and cry. He didn't want to eat such "intimate" communication things. But others' enthusiasm soon gathered a mountain of dishes in his plate with everyone's saliva.

After half an hour of eating, someone started smoking hookahs, and the whole private room was in a mess. Yung Wing was glad to take out a cigar from his arms and smoked it, blew cigarettes at the Chinese on both sides, in case they continued to pick up food for themselves with chopsticks stained with disgusting saliva.

At this time, a thin and small official smiled at Yung Wing and said, "Mr. Rong, I heard that you believe in foreign religions and have become an American. I wonder how you sweep the graves? Do you kowtow to your ancestors? Do your ancestors also have braids?"

This topic aroused two completely different reactions, one was the snickering of gloating, and the other was the fear of offending people and the dissatisfaction, but both were waiting for Yung Wing to explain, after all, this was an American with the same skin color as them.

"How is this so aggressive? Like a Chinese baker who poisoned foreigners in Hong Kong." Yung Wing looked at the man, but this man was not the so-called Qing civilians in Hong Kong, but a perfect and low-level Qing official Chen Lanbin. Yung Wing's superb memory made him remember this so-called Qing Hanlin who stood out from the crowd, a middle-aged man with a bumpy career and a bitter face.

"Do I want to preach to these officials?" Yung Wing hesitated slightly, but the owner Chen Yuan had already spoken, and he spoke in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"Old Chen! What are you doing? If someone gets into the American Hanlin exam, he is naturally an American! You are from the Qing Dynasty. Do you ask you to take the exam?" Chen Yuan slapped the table and shouted.

Chen Lanbin looked at least ten years older than Chen Yuan, but as soon as Chen Yuan spoke, Chen Lanbin was stunned, and immediately surrendered and smiled: "Manager Chen, I'm just curious. Seeing Mr. Rong like this, I thought his parents were both foreigners. I have never seen Chinese people studying foreigners." "They are all yellow-skinned and black-haired, how can they be foreigners? I've been on foreign bitches! The hairs are all yellow!" Chen Yuan was a little drunk. He raised Yung Wing's chin with his fingers and said, "Look at how beautiful Mr. Rong is."

Yung Wing avoided homosexual harassment a little awkwardly, and the wine table was already full of yelling: "Brother Chen. Tell me what foreigners are like? Isn't it taste good enough?"

While Chen Yuan was showing off his sexual experience, Yang Fang, a fat man sitting on Chen Yuan's left, whispered: "Mr. Rong, Chen Lanbin is from the imperial examination and is a bit arrogant, but now he is just a sesame official. Do you understand? Don't pay attention to him. He is a choreographer under Chen Shortstone. You are born in China and you should understand."

This was clearly a kind-hearted person. Yung Wing then looked at the fat man who had been picking up food for him frequently. He saw that he had a look of wind-catching ears, but his big forehead had small eyes. Every frown and smile was all about smart businessmen. Yung Wing put down his cigar and stopped blew smoke at him. He asked, "What is Mr. Yang Fang doing?"

"I am from Ningbo. I used to do business in Shanghai and I have also worked as compradors. Now I lend money to money shops! I like foreigners, I can speak English! I also like Americans, and my son-in-law is an American!" Yang Fang was very talkative. When someone asked, he immediately explained his resume and felt aware of it. He was very comfortable to get along with.

Hearing that the other party's son-in-law was also an American, Yung Wing actually had a crush on Dasheng. Such a person would never throw stones at him like his compatriots. He immediately started chatting. Yung Wing soon realized that Yang Fang was actually very rich, and it was equivalent to the role of the "Foreign Minister" of Shanghai Daotai. He had a good relationship with him. This time, we came to see if Yung Wing could meet the expectations of Lord Zuo Zongtang. As a role that connects China and the West, Zuo Zongtang and Zeng Guofan entered his shogunate after being beaten by Hai Song in Jiangxi, they deeply realized that Confucian loyalty and righteousness could not yell at foreign guns, and they had to look for Western talents.

However, not long after the two whispered each other, Chen Lanbin snorted coldly and smiled. He spitted half a piece of abalone in his mouth to Lord Wang's dog under his feet, and looked up and asked, "Mr. Rong, I heard that you are from Hong Kong. Have you been to Guangzhou of the pseudo-Song? Now it is said that the pseudo-Song has completely surrendered to foreigners. Foreigners help them fight. What do you think?"

This problem did not show his hatred of Yung Wing. On the contrary, it aroused a lot of echoes: all officials in Shanghai were afraid of the rebel army of the pseudo-Song, because they did not simply rebel against Xianfeng, but relying on the increasingly close collusion between foreign religions and foreigners. Whether the pseudo-Song was a peasant traitor or a religious traitor, this question actually reflects the essence of the struggle. As officials of the Qing elite class, they were very sensitive to this. The former was just a problem of Lingchi, while the latter involved simulated the war with foreigners, just like ten years ago.

"Isn't this asking me to write a crime of treason?" Yung Wing thought secretly. But he was an American. In Shanghai, because the superiors were afraid of foreigners and relying on foreigners to fight against the Taiping Army. So he was still very afraid of foreigners. This understanding made him much more courageous. He said: "I have been to Guangzhou, where there are many foreigners, but foreigners will not get involved in the civil war of the Qing Dynasty. Britain and the United States have said that as for the French, they are also the imperial system, and Napoleon III has the final say. However, their peace treaty with the Song Dynasty only helped each other when the Song Dynasty was attacked, which means that this is false. The specific one depends on the development of the war."

This shows the level of an American bachelor who was not understood by the Qing officials. When it was involved in diplomacy, the officials on the table immediately whispered to each other, with a look of fear on their faces. The Jingyue Camp attacked when the pseudo-Song was weak, but only the troops were blocked by a few foreigners. The main force around the Dian was almost destroyed by the Haisong Yang Gun Team, which was attacked from the front and back. Now the vassals Guoan Nan and Xianfeng are no longer informed. Under the threat of naked force from the Song Dynasty, the Ruan Dynasty threw Xianfeng's imperial edict aside.

At this time, Chen Yuan, the main seat, suddenly knocked on the table and shouted: "What pseudo-Song? What are the things that short-haired thieves are there to be afraid of?! I and Lord Zuo went deep into Guangzhou, a long-haired area, and used Shaolin boy skills to kill hundreds of short-haired thieves. Whenever the Emperor Zhao Kuo saw me, they were just a fool!"

"What? Have you been to Guangzhou? Have you seen that Zhao Kuo?" Yung Wing was shocked. Unexpectedly, this Qing official had also gone deep into Guangzhou. This surprise made the officials on the table very satisfied. He talked to Yung Wing about how brave Mr. Chen Yuan was back then. Otherwise, why would he sit at such a high position at a young age?

Chen Yuan proudly said to Yung Wing: "At that time, Lord Zuo and I went deep into the tiger. In the garden near the Governor's Mansion, we met Zhao Ziwei, the long-haired leader, in the garden near the Governor's Mansion. This guy was used to it. He actually appeared in the foreign garden in disguise and appeared in the foreign garden. The three of us met them on a narrow road. At that time, I had only the warm smile of Emperor Xianfeng. I was furious when I saw this bandit. I immediately took out my gun and fired it. One hand and one revolver, and I fired my bow from left to right. You also know that the arms businessmen in Guangzhou are everywhere, and they can't stop the military fire.

, Fighting with the elite long-haired soldiers in blood, the ground was killed and the long-haired corpses were killed. However, the long-haired leader Zhao Kuo was very successful. The two guards jumped up to block him. I shot the guard in the chest with the left, and I shot the second guard's sky spirit cover with the right, and the third shot, the long-haired leader lay on the ground. At this time, the long-haired army arrived, and Lord Zuo and I fought and walked. The next day we fled to Hong Kong and took a boat to Shanghai. Damn, if that guy didn't have two crazy dead soldiers, I would have killed the long-haired leader with my hand! Humph!"

Listening to this wonderful story, Yung Wing almost made the cigar burn with his finger, "Is this true or false? Why don't I know!"

"Really! Lord Chen made great contributions based on this reconnaissance!" Other officials on the table shouted, beating their chests and stamping their feet, and then stood up one after another: "Come on, I'll give my brother a cup."

"Brother, we are fellow villagers, why am I not as good as you?"

"Brother, I'm relying on my seniority. You have good kung fu and good kung fu in bed! Damn, you have to drink my brother's wine!"

After drinking a lot of wine, the Qing officials no longer became polite to each other based on their identities at the beginning, but began to call each other brothers.

Chen Yuan, who was smiling, drank the wine of a small official in the lowest position. He was a young man of about the same age as Chen Yuan. He held up his wine glass and knelt down, raised his wine glass and overturned his head, shouted: "Mr. Chen! Today, Xiaguan saw you, it was like seeing my father. He was skilled in martial arts, chivalrous and loyal. He was loyal to the emperor and patriotism! However, my father and I were far apart. The so-called boss was closer than my father. Today, Xiaguan regarded you as my biological father. You must drink my son's wine!"

"Okay, okay! I don't dare to be your father, but I kneel down at you! I'll drink it!" Chen Yuan, the cheerful Chen Yuan took Xiao Wang's wine glass and fucked him.

"Xiao Wang, I will definitely be promoted soon. Although he is a farmer and has no background in the Hunan Army Shanghai Western Society, this kid is sensible." Yang Fang explained in Yung Wing's ear.

But Chen Lanbin, a middle-aged man over there, looked at the young Chen Yuan drinking with pride. He slapped the wine in the glass with a gulp, but cursed in his heart: "Stycoon! I believe you dare to shoot the long-haired emperor! Isn't Zuo Zongtang's dog climbing up again? Will you be arrogant in the West? What kind of world is it?! I was a dignified Hanlin and actually let you drink with Qiu Bahu!"

However, although he gritted his teeth, he smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, are you missing?" Chen Yuan was stunned. He slapped his head suddenly and said, "Look at my brain! Come on the girl!"

Soon a group of enchanting singers came in from the restaurant's private room and began to sing. After singing for a while, they sat among the guests and persuaded them to drink.

"Xiaolan, Xiaofang, Xiaolou, this is the real master!" Chen Yuan pointed at Yung Wing and called the beautiful girl's nickname with a smile. It seemed that he was extremely familiar with them.

Yung Wing was immediately surrounded by a group of beauties. He awkwardly refused the beauty's harassment and pulled out the four lit cigars stuffed into his mouth one by one.

"Brother Rong, it's true that he is a scholar. He blushed!" Chen Lanbin laughed, and the officials at the dinner table burst into laughter.

At this time, Chen Yuan patted his chest and said to Yung Wing: "Brother, please write a letter to Lord Zuo and Lord Zeng quickly. I will convey it to you. Brother, I promise you that as long as you form a foreign gun team and a factory for the Hunan Army, you can eat and drink spicy food in Changsha. Our Changsha girls are much more beautiful than Shanghai girls! You want a few! You can choose!"

"Brother Rong. Mr. Spencer, director of Baoshun Foreign Company, is my old friend. He recommends you to me and I recommend the Hunan Army to you. His vision will not be wrong. Please write it quickly and let Lord Chen convey it to you. If you become an official in the future, you will become a successful person. Don't forget your brother Chen and me." Yang Fang smiled.

Yung Wing only realized that he was talking about serious matters now, but he was being pestered by several singers, his face was flushed. He didn't have the brain to think about whether the Hunan Army was not a Hunan Army! What's more, the two uninvited elder brothers were.

"The foreigner's set is great! But our ancestors can't lose it! Alas, I finally found a talent like my younger brother who is connected with Chinese and Western. Western learning is for use, middle school is for the body! What Mr. Zeng Guofan said is really a classic! How long have I been in Shanghai before I met it? My belly has pleated! " Chen Yuan laughed and lifted his clothes to show everyone his big belly: "I am worthy of my mission!" As he said that, he patted Yung Wing's shoulder and shouted: "Brother, I order you to write it tonight! Write it now! Come on, everyone has a cup for me, the American brother! For the Western learning is for use, middle school has a cup for the body! For the Qing Dynasty, a cup for the eternal country!"

But before everyone met the wine glasses, the door made a broken sound. Everyone at the banquet looked at the door, and the dog under the wine table stood up and barked at the door. The wooden door in the private room twisted and turned weakly to the side, and the wooden boards splashed everywhere.

In this brokenness, there are two foreigners, unreliable foreigners.

The foreigner walking behind was holding a half cigar in his mouth, looking at the officials in the room with a cynical look. He was brown-haired, tall, snow-white skin, and always pursed upwards with a ridiculous sneer.

The one walking in front was very short, about the same height as the usual Chinese, but the muscles raised by eating meat swelled on the arms and legs. The blood vessels on the muscles were jumping, as if they would explode at any time. The figure was like a square explosive bag that could walk and be strangled by ropes. The blonde hair scattered around the neck was like a lion's mane, drifting in the wind, her big mouth was closed hideously, her blue eyes emitted a fierce light, and she carried a burst murderous aura as soon as she entered the room.

For a moment, the banquet was silent, and even the singer's strange howl stopped. Everyone was looking at the two foreigners, and the two were also looking at them.

"Yang Fang!" The blonde foreigner clenched his fists suddenly, opened his mouth and widened his eyes, bent his knees slightly, and let out a howl of excitement. Yung Wing felt like he was covering his ears. The howl was about to rush over him and tear the roof.

Amid this heart-wrenching howl, the Chinese people in the room were shocked, but the tall foreigner behind him smiled coldly, not caring about it.

At this time, Yang Fang, the fat man beside Yung Wing, pressed his chest in horror, and walked around the people on the table. He almost ran to the blond lion ground, and said with a cold sweat on his face: "Son-in-law, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Why has my military pay not yet arrived?!!!!!!!" The blonde lion glared at Yang Fang, who was as tall as him, and his nose was squeezed into a ball and roared. Yung Wing timidly had an hallucination-Yang Fang's braids were blown up by the roar.

"Come soon! Arrive soon! Isn't it necessary to check the account of Li Sanfa's accountant?" Yang Fang said tremblingly.
To be continued...