Sean Aslan, forty-three years old, male, Welsh native, later moved to Liverpool and is now the Consul General of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland in San Francisco. Before that, he had served as a diplomat many times, covering all parts of Europe and the United States, with rich experience, and could deal with many events calmly. However, at this moment, sitting in the Houke room of the timber factory, Sean Aslan couldn't calm down. He felt like he was dreaming these days.

The Chinese actually captured San Francisco. At first, he thought it was a joke, some bad guys joked with everyone. But the facts quickly proved that this joke was not funny at all... The Chinese came, and it was so fierce. Because the consulate staff showed an inappropriate hostility at that time... In fact, some guys were aiming at the Chinese people with guns in the consulate yard, which caused the other party to hostility. If it weren't for the Chinese riding horses, his consulate would have been very likely to be compromised by the other party. That's right,

The museum was protected by some armed personnel, but at that time there were thousands of armed personnel outside the door. Once the three or two military officers in the consulate started, they would be crushed into pieces in an instant. Of course, he believed that the Chinese would not be able to live well. To attack the consulate, it would be infringing on the sovereignty of Britain. There was no country or force in the world who could still live freely on this planet after infringing on the sovereignty of the British Empire because they were the most powerful. But then again, even if the Chinese were dealt with in the future and the British government avenged them, they would have already finished playing, right?

Fortunately, someone finally stopped all this before the two sides fought. And he, after quickly weighing the current situation, met the guy named Jin Zhang and Guo. To be honest, if it were in the past, he would not have anything to say with the Chinese. After all, he was a diplomat of the British Empire, and what about China? He was poor, backward, and the government was weak and weak. Back then, the British Empire just sent a small fleet to break the fog that blocked the eyes of European countries and exposed the true face of the once powerful country in the East. Of course, if that was nothing, China might have learned the lesson of this defeat.

And quickly reformed and became stronger, they later entered the capital of China with the French coalition and almost captured their emperor... Everything can only show the cowardice and incompetence of the so-called ancient civilization. Since that is the case, why did he, the diplomat of the world's most powerful country, still speak to the citizens of the incompetent empire? Are they qualified? But reality is always different from what they imagined. He really doesn't want to say anything to the Chinese, nor does he think there is anything to say, but when the Chinese came to his consulate with a pile of banknotes, he knew that he was not qualified to pretend to be reserved in front of the other side.

...

"Hello, Consul Aslan!"

Sean Aslan was recalling the limited number of meetings with Guo Jinzhang, when the door of the waiting room suddenly opened, and then he saw Guo Jinzhang walking in with a little old man with a crutch.

"Hello, Mr. Guo." Sean Aslan stood up and shook hands with Guo Jinzhang, then stretched out his arm to the little old man. But to his surprise, the old man with a crutch ignored him and found a seat and sat down.

"This one is..."

"This is one of the leaders of our Red Corps, the big leader..." Guo Jinzhang was a little embarrassed, "Shide. Qian! My boss!"

"Your boss?" Sean Aslan looked over in surprise. Although San Francisco has been fighting and curfew recently, he still knows something. Isn't the supreme leader of the so-called Chinese Red Corps that occupied San Francisco Guo Jinzhang? When did another Shide and Money come?

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, Mr. Consul," Guo Jinzhang changed the subject with a smile, "Let's talk about the transaction between us."

"Of course." Aslan smiled gentlemanly, and then sat back in his seat. "I wonder what you think about the price we mentioned last time?"

"Too expensive." Guo Jinzhang replied straightforwardly.

"...Mr. Guo, you know, your situation is very bad now. These weapons may become the key to the victory and defeat between you and the US team." Sean Aslan said.

"I don't think this batch of weapons can help us much. The reason I asked you to buy is because some of us always feel a little insecure... In fact, I never think that the conflict between us and Americans will be irreconcilable. After all, we also have rich bargaining chips, don't we?" Guo Jinzhang smiled.

"Haha," Aslan smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Guo, can only say that you don't seem to understand the international rules."

"oh?"

"According to international practice, you cannot use civilians as bargaining chips when fighting, which will allow all civilized countries in the world to join in the condemnation of you." Aslan said.

"Including Britain?" Guo Jinzhang asked.

"Of course." Aslan nodded.

"Haha, sir, you are good at telling jokes." Guo Jinzhang shook his head and chuckled, "If Britain is also a civilized country, then even the cannibals in Papua New Guinea can attend the civilized world."

"Mr. Guo..." Unexpectedly, Guo Jinzhang would say this, Aslan's expression immediately changed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Consul." Guo Jinzhang smiled and waved his hand, signaling the British Consul. "I have never heard of any international practices that do not harm the other side's civilians, because, as far as I know, just for your country, I have raised butcher knives to the civilians in your colonies more than once, and Spain, the Netherlands, of course, the Americans have done more thoroughly. They directly purchase Indian hoods, including babies, in the name of the government, in the form of laws... Is this your civilized world?"

"…We are just suppressing ***." Aslan argued.

"The colony's ***?"

"certainly."

"When the British and French coalition forces invaded China, you were also suppressing *** in Beijing? Did those civilians provoke you?" Guo Jinzhang asked again.

"Those civilians attacked us..."

"You invaded their homes first."

"That's because your emperor rudely seized our diplomatic envoys, a total of 39 diplomatic envoys. This is the rule you have broken first."

"oh?"

Guo Jinzhang was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know that the Second Opium War was caused by the Qing government's seizure of foreign envoys. However, if you think about it carefully, Aslan really didn't need to lie to him on this matter. Moreover, with the stupid and arrogant Qing court, it was not surprising that such acts of seizing envoys were seized.

"At that time, our delegation had reached an agreement with your emperor's envoy on the issue of agreement, but your emperor's envoy insisted that members of our delegation kneel down to your emperor according to the Chinese etiquette when they meet your emperor, otherwise they would not ratify the treaty..."

"I believe that the government is really crazy!"

"Brainless?"

Aslan obviously didn't expect Guo Jinzhang to comment on his country's government like this, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he was angry.

"Yes, the brainless government, the brainless emperor, and that group of brainless ministers..." Guo Jinzhang sighed again.

"Your evaluation is not wrong at all." Unexpectedly, Guo Jinzhang had no favoritism towards the Qing court. Aslan's anger was a little less, but his expression was still very bad: "Your brain... Well, the brainless emperor, he had already agreed to all our requests, but he had to ask our representative to kneel down to him, otherwise he would not approve the treaty. Of course, our people would not agree and decided to leave, but your brainless emperor detained all the delegation.

He was taken to Beijing as a hostage. Later, in order to rescue these representatives, our British and French coalition forces quickly marched and approached the city of Beijing. Your emperor, his concubines, and ministers fled in a hurry, leaving only one prince. The prince returned the members of the delegation to the coalition forces. However, there were 39 people at the beginning, and only 18 people he handed back, and the rest were all corpses. Among them, the bodies of the reporter of the Taiwangshibao were cut into seven or eight pieces..."

"I don't want to say anything more, but I want to correct it. That idiot is not the emperor of 'our'. Do you understand, Mr. Consul?" Guo Jinzhang said solemnly.

"Isn't your emperor? Are you not Chinese?"

"Who said that the Chinese must recognize that shit emperor? Besides, are you really going to save people? The reason why your British and French forces did not chase after them was that they wanted to snatch the Beijing Palace, especially the large number of treasures in the Old Summer Palace. In addition, I am afraid that they wanted to keep that useless guy so that they can continue to bully in the future? Unfortunately, I didn't have me at that time, otherwise, I would have organized an uprising army as soon as possible to send the shit emperor to the gallows! In addition, I will recover the treasures you snatched in Beijing from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, that is, the end of the seventeenth century and the early eighteenth century, and until it was burned by you in the 1950s and 1960s. It was worth hundreds of billions of silver!"

"What-?" Qian Shide jumped up from the chair on one side almost instantly, and his loud voice almost overturned the roof, "Over 100 billion taels of silver? More than 100 million?"

"It's almost the same!" Guo Jinzhang nodded.

"Nonsense!" Aslan also jumped up almost at the same time, "A hundred billion taels of silver? Is your garden made of gold?"

"Of course it is not made of gold, but its historical and artistic value, as well as countless treasures, is it not comparable to gold? Only you, the 'civilized people' who only have interests, will use gold to metaphorize it!" Guo Jinzhang snorted coldly.

"You..." Aslan was furious and used the metaphor of gold himself? Who said that the garden was worth hundreds of billions of taels of silver just now?

"As far as I know, the great French writer Hugo once wrote: 'One day, two robbers walked into the Old Summer Palace, one robbed things and the other set fire. It seemed that after the war was won, they could engage in robbery... In the face of history, these two robbers, one was called France and the other was called England', Mr. Consul, do you still want to deny it?" Guo Jinzhang asked again.

"Losing money--" Qian Shide is more direct.

"It's unreasonable, you unreasonable!" Aslan jumped straight with his feet. He was a diplomat, but he had never seen such a scene? "I finally understand why Bashali encountered such barbaric treatment in China. You Chinese are simply unreasonable!"

"Then it can be argued that you British people robbed and killed people everywhere? The Qing government seized your envoys and killed 21 of them. The methods were cruel. So, how many people did you kill in Beijing? Those people are even more innocent? With the ability, why don't you kill that shit emperor directly? He is the culprit, right?" Guo Jinzhang asked.

"... Kill your emperor?" Aslan seemed to be choking again. The Chinese man in front of him said that they should kill the Chinese emperor? What is the difference between this and the British asking the French to kill the British king?

"Yes, aren't you going to punish the murderer? But in the end you just robbed and killed more innocent people and retreated. The culprit was still at large. This is your "civilization". This is how you avenge your dead compatriots?" Guo Jinzhang asked again.

"This..." Aslan opened his mouth. He wanted to explain to Guo Jinzhang. He wanted to say that although the stupid emperor in China did something very extraordinary, some things could not be understood so simply. But can the guy in front of him explain it? Moreover, the things in it are very complicated. The most important thing is that there are indeed many things that are not in line with social morality. Didn't he provide this guy with something to attack? So, after a while, he barely broke out from his mouth: "This involves diplomacy, and it is not so easy to explain."

"Diplomatic? Diplomacy can ignore human life? Whether it is someone else's or your own?" Guo Jinzhang still refused to give in.

"Repay the money!" Qian Shide suddenly took a step forward and extended his hand to Aslan.

"What money should I pay back? I didn't owe you anything." Aslan was very upset and suddenly woke up: "What are we talking about these things? We are not talking about this, we are talking about our transactions. Mr. Guo, do you still want to trade with us?"

"Ah? Ah, transaction, transaction... what transaction do we have?" Guo Jinzhang seemed to wake up suddenly, "Oh, I remembered, Mr. Consul, you have a batch of weapons and two cannons to sell to me..."

"Yes, artillery." Aslan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't help but feel a little breathless... Speaking of which, he felt embarrassed just now. A diplomat, he was a diplomat. He was almost lost his position by Guo Jinzhang, a Chinese who had just been out of the way for only two days. He was entangled in the issue of the Old Summer Palace... Is it necessary? This is the United States, and the Chinese in front of him is just a civilian. Maybe in two days, he will not be considered a civilian and will be directly beaten by the Americans.

I sent him to see Satan, why am I entangled with him? Besides, the Chinese are so weak? I am the Consul General of the British Empire, why should I explain to him? Even if the British and French forces robbed the Old Summer Palace? So what if it burns? Their emperor could only swallow the glass of bitter wine and had to pay 16 million taels of silver. What qualifications does a small civilian have to deal with this matter? I actually have to explain... This is simply the biggest failure in his life!

"According to the news we have received, the Americans obviously do not intend to let you go. They are collecting as many troops as possible... Such a large-scale operation will definitely be equipped with a large number of artillery, and it may even be a battalion directly. Although you are not small in terms of number of people, you do not have the advantage in any other aspect. Therefore, artillery is very important to you, because these two cannons can at least give you a certain ability to resist." Aslan barely suppressed the depression in his chest, and tried to straighten his chest without any trace.

"But as far as I know, the batch of weapons you shipped to Canada are more than two cannons." Guo Jinzhang grinned, "You only give me 700 two thousand rifles, and you only plan to take out five of ten cannons... Do you think these are worth 300,000 US dollars?"

"The value of cannons is not just that, especially at this time." Aslan smiled, looking very confident.

"Just five cannons are not enough. I want all of them!" Guo Jinzhang said.

"This is impossible. This batch of arms will be transported to Canada. The people there are still waiting to ask for it." Aslan said.

"Three hundred thousand US dollars, all!" Guo Jinzhang said.

"Mr. Guo, this is impossible."

"That's it!"

“…”

It was like a client and a prostitute. The two were flirting with each other. The prostitute kept twistingly, just refused to let the client get started, in order to make two more money. But just when she was teased by the client, she could only endure it and think that as long as she was patient for a while, she could achieve her goal immediately, and suddenly said that she was no longer interested... Aslan is the "prostitute". Aslan was the price increase of 50% as soon as Guo Jinzhang came up, which made him happy. But before he could be happy, Guo Jinzhang suddenly said "Forget it". Suddenly, the consul was like a prostitute whose waist was flashed by "chun love", shocked and difficult to understand:

"never mind?"

"That's right, forget it! Anyway, you didn't ship the goods to Canada at all. As far as I know, that batch of goods was actually shipped to the Qing Dynasty across the Pacific Ocean. Moreover, there are not only ten ordinary 6-pound cannons, but also three 20-pound Armstrong field cannons. Tsk, that's a 95mm caliber cannon, which is very powerful... Unfortunately, you didn't plan to trade with us well. If that's the case, why are we doing so much money? That's hundreds of thousands of dollars, why can't we do it?"

"...How do you know?" The leak was revealed. Aslan realized this serious problem as soon as Guo Jinzhang said.
Chapter completed!