"My lord! Why did you bring this person here just like that? Aren't you going to give me a wax ride? At least let me have some air..."
"You want me to ventilate? Stop me. Simpson is a gold medal journalist in the UK. He came to the Qing Dynasty specifically to report on His Majesty's wedding!"
"I have an invitation from the Prime Minister's Office in my hand. I can use this invitation to enter the Forbidden City to take photos and interviews! Do you think I can stop this person?"
"Don't say you don't know. Even the British Embassy doesn't know his schedule or that he's coming to the capital today!"
"What they want is to see the authentic Qing Dynasty and record the real capital! You want me to persuade you? I don't have that ability..."
When he heard that this foreign man still had an interview invitation that allowed him to pass through the Forbidden City, Xiao Huang shrank his head in fright, "I can't control this, let him go, let him go. If my boss finds trouble for me later, Mr. Liu." You have to testify for me!"
In the eyes of the officials of the Qing Dynasty, no matter how great the rules were, they had to be restrained in front of the foreigners. The capital strictly inspected the remaining slaves in the factories, and weapons were transported privately from inside and outside. These orders were in vain in front of the foreigners!
The soldiers at Guangqumen and the gatekeepers just stopped Simpson from taking a few embarrassing photos. As for his freedom of movement, they really didn't dare to interfere!
Xiao Huang, who was always looking at Liu Peiqi's motorcade, swayed into the city gate and gradually disappeared into the bustling streets of Nancheng. After a while, the city gate officials who had been discussed gathered around him.
"Master Huang... we have also discussed it. From today on, how about we add five to five of Guangqumen's daily income?"
"You also have to pity us. Not all of us have eaten the money, but others have also taken money from our pockets!"
"On the surface, our brothers are in charge of the taxation of this city gate, but in fact, there are at least fifty or sixty people who eat this piece of meat behind the scenes!"
"Now that the incident of searching the factory slaves continues, the brothers of the nine admirals will also come to share a piece of the pie. This bit of oil and water will have to be shared by eighty or ninety people..."
"There is no more oil and water. My Lord Huang, please tell the people above you that we all belong to the Hun Capital. We should all save time for each other and stay far away to see each other!"
Mr. Huang nodded, "What you guys said is from the bottom of my heart, so I won't pretend to be a scumbag! I'll try my best to help everyone talk about this matter. If the higher-ups don't have any opinions, it will be a long time in the future!"
"It's true that everyone got through this crisis safely and saved their lives. When will you make money and stop making money? Let's just leave it like this... Brother, don't forget about the noon drinking party!"
"I can't forget, I can't forget... Quanjude at the front door, we have already sent someone to book a table!"
It was almost noon now, and the flow of people in front of Guangqu Gate was also sparse. The busiest time of the day passed, and Xiao Huang, who was always humming a tuneless tune, walked into the city with his cronies.
The city gate officials also quickly packed up, washed and prepared for the noon banquet!
One of the city gatekeepers excused himself to go to the toilet in the distance. He walked around a pile of hay and one of his men came up.
"Immediately go and report to the prince that we have bribed the people here in Guangqumen! 50% of the people will be blinded... The plan remains unchanged, the things that should be transported can continue, it is safe here!"
"Hey!" The boy turned around and left after obeying the order.
The city gatekeeper looked up at the tall and majestic Guangqumen and sneered, "Little emperor... do you think that this country will be yours if you take charge of it yourself?"
"Haha, from above, it looks like an iron bucket, but in the eyes of us below, it looks like dead wood that has been hollowed out by ants!"
What happened in Guangqumen this morning is so small that it cannot cause the slightest disturbance in the entire capital! Except for these few parties who took this place seriously, everyone else forgot about it in an instant!
After Simpson walked into Guangqumen, the charm of the Chinese capital in the medieval era hit his face!
The streets are crowded with people. Behind Guangqumen is Nancheng. This is the business center of the capital and where Han people gather. It is the most prosperous and prosperous place!
The shops on both sides of the road are filled with all kinds of goods, including silks from the south, furs from the north, porcelain, tea, and medicine shops one after another as far as the eye can see. The various shops are hung high and pointed diagonally towards the sky. Each company's font size is embroidered on it!
"Mr. Simpson, this capital is so big that you can't even play with many things in a year... What is that, you ask? Diabolo! Shaking the diabolo... it's so fun!"
"That one sells folding fans, that one sells herbal tea, and there's iced sour plum soup... Look over there, hey? This, this, this... what is this?"
Originally, Liu Peiqi was doing her best to explain the story to Simpson, but the British reporter was so excited that he didn't even blink and took several photos along the way!
As expected, the people in the city have seen the world, and they are no longer surprised by foreigners with big noses taking photos. No one will run away after seeing the camera and say that it is a magic weapon to seduce people!
But while he was filming, something magical suddenly appeared in the camera. Simpson was so startled that he suddenly raised his head and asked Liu Peiqi.
Liu Peiqi was also dumbfounded when she saw the people on the street opposite shouting and leaving an alley, and then many people rushed up!
Just inside this man's alley, several flags suddenly floated out, with the words "Shenxing Taibao Foreign Car Dealer" written in big letters from top to bottom. These flags were placed on each of the weird rickshaws!
A string of six brand-new rickshaws, pulled by six awesome guys, were running on the streets of Jingshi. It was such a joy!
The black rubber tires were not worn at all, the spokes turned brightly with a halo, the leather seats were polished, and the crisp bells kept ringing!
No matter how you look at it, this car is more convenient than other foreign cars in the Qing Dynasty. It can run with one person pulling it. The horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts in the past were all made of wood, and they made a squeaking sound and took a lot of effort to turn!
Look at the wheels with grease bearings. They spin as if they are flying. The young man pulling the cart can even shout a few times while running!
"The foreign car... Shenxing Taibao's foreign car... It's only a dime per mile..."
"Foreign car... foreign car..."
Liu Peiqi was also stunned. He reached out and grabbed a young boy and asked, "What... is this?"
"Oh, sir, you see that you have just returned to the capital, right? This is called the Shenxing Taibao rickshaw. It is produced by the Chinese, so the people call it a foreign rickshaw..."
"The day before yesterday, he suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys. A group of five or six people did not do any work. They just drove around the city with flags on their cars. They said they were doing propaganda!"
"Not to mention, the past three days have caused a stir in the Forty-Nine City! The foreign cars run really fast, swishing around on the streets, and they really look better than sedans and bullock carts..."
"Ouch...whose business is this?" Liu Peiqi asked.
"Whose family is it? Of course it is the business of Mr. Qing's family! Prime Minister Fu Qing, Mr. Qing, and my sister are the wives of the Chinese leader Xiao Letian!"
"This Shenxing Taibao Car Shop is specially approved by His Majesty! Did you see the tin plate hanging on each of the foreign cars?"
"All cars are registered at Shuntian Mansion and have numbers!"
"This business seems to be really big!"
With bright eyes, Simpson quickly took a photo of this group of foreign cars. He had a premonition that this trip to the East would be fruitful!
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