The meal lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening, and the guest and host left happily!

Wang Jin let go of his stomach and ate, and his forehead was sweating and his mouth was filled with oil. The brothers under his command were not polite, and they were not choosing the right ones. After a meal, they ate and drank the sea of ​​60 yuan. Li Gu felt sorry for him, so he took out the forty yuan in his arms and trembled, and borrowed twenty yuan from Wang Jin with a thick face. Then he barely collected the money for the meal. In the end, he had to stand at the door of Tianxiang Tower with a smile and greet the old men who were in the water police department who left.

What is the concept of Sixty Oceans? Even in the imperial city of Beijing, you can still place a table in the highest-end restaurant to have a banquet. It is really embarrassing tonight...

In the evening, Wang Jin went to Cao's mansion again and had a good relationship with Wen Xiang and Little Red Jade. The next morning, he got up calmly before dawn, and wiped the little red Jade's white and soft body and adjusted his feelings. Only then did he feel satisfied and leave in a hurry without worrying about breakfast.

Li Gu, who had been impatient at the dock round, quickly took a boat across the river and headed straight for the consulate without saying a word. Li Gu was anxious. It had been three days since the incident. Who knows where the news was spread? He was eager to suppress the situation before the matter was completely expanded so that the follow-up could be operated calmly. As for the prefect of Wuhu, it doesn't matter. As long as the British can be settled, he is not too happy, so he has no time to do anything else. How can he still have the heart to meddle in other things?

The rest of the finale is not a big problem. Anyway, it’s just a matter of stuffing money, and it’s just a little more blood...

It is not the first time that Wang Jin has been to the British Consulate in Wuhu. He and the consul have known each other for a long time. It is not that his current status is so high that he is now, but that his water police patrol team often encounters the private merchant ships of Lord Conscious at the teahouse awards. Everyone has become familiar with each other after a while.

The British are not all fools with their eyes growing above their heads. Although they may not have heard of Chinese proverbs such as "The King of Hell is easy to deal with with the little ghosts", the truth must be clear. The Wuhu consul may not take Wuhu prefecture or even the governor of Anhui seriously, but he must be polite to the Anqing Water Police Patrol.

Why? It’s not all the business of Wuhu consul’s private merchant ships is inappropriate. To put it bluntly, it’s just a smuggling business.

Then why didn't he board the British ship that was domineering in the Yangtze River? Wouldn't he save countless troubles? This is OK, but the risk is not small. It's better to pay for a ship to smuggle it yourself. Why do you say that? The Chinese Consul is almost the supreme emperor. Even if the Chinese know that he is smuggling? He might as well protect his smuggling merchant ship in secret, and if anything unexpected happens, it will cause any "international disputes".

But the British compatriots are different. Not to mention whether the sailors buy his account or not, if the sailors discover his smuggling deeds, the news will spread and they will not be used by political enemies. No matter how small the official title of the consul in Wuhu Consulate is, it is a good man. He does not want to lose this position that he has finally won for no reason.

Therefore, it is normal to have some relationship with some powerful figures on the Yangtze River waterway.

After a long time waiting outside the embassy, ​​I received a great approval from the consulate. Then, the servants of the Indian San came out to lead the king into the Wuhu consulate.

In a short while, he came to the small reception room of the consulate. The British consul in Wuhu was leisurely drinking afternoon tea and flipping through the documents on the table from time to time. He had already given Wang Jin appropriate warnings, and it would be meaningless to offend people if he had been entrusted with such a thing. The consul deeply talked about this, but he knew that Wang Jin was known as a "mad dog".

"Haha good afternoon, dear consul, we're meeting again." Wang Jin smiled and strode into the reception room, and sat down opposite the British consul without any restraint. There was no need to be too polite to the guy in front of him. Everyone was purely in exchange for interests, and there was really no intersection in other aspects. If it weren't for Lin Sha, perhaps he had to lower his posture in order to get enough excellent weapons and equipment, but now he can treat it with a normal mind.

The ancients often said, "A thousand blades stand on the wall and do not have desires, and it will be strong." This is nothing more than this!

"Dear Zhang, there is an old Chinese saying that you will not go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. Is there anything wrong with you this time?" The British consul took back his eyes on the document and said lightly, revealing a sense of arrogance in his tone. He understood the bald Chinese character in front of him. If he had no trouble, he would never come to the consulate to have tea to contact him. Just like last time...

Wang Jin didn't say anything nonsense, straightened his body and stared at the British consul in front of him with a sharp gaze. He said slowly with a smile on his lips: "Ah, that's it. Yesterday I read a British "Teiwushi" newspaper, which wrote an absurd story about a British consul in China engaged in opium and arms smuggling. The plot of the story is wonderful and erotic, but the final ending is not very satisfactory. After the incident, the consul was recalled to the country for investigation. In the end, his reputation was ruined and nothing was left. It was really heartbreaking. What surprised me even more was that the unlucky consul's name was the same as that of the ambassador!"

The British consul frowned when he heard this, and looked at the opposite side with unfriendly eyes. To be honest, he didn't like the bald Chinese in front of him, and he was not happy from the beginning. This guy made him feel like he had encountered a cruel jackal. Now, this guy actually threatened himself and suppressed his anger and said calmly: "Oh, is there such a thing? Why don't I know?"

Wang Jin had sharp eyes and said with a tit-for-tat look: "Of course, my dear jazz, this is an era of news explosion! It took only a few minutes to send a telegram from China to the UK. What do you think?"

The British consul's face sank, suppressing the anger in his heart and said disdain: "Haha, what a joke. Do you think there will be someone in London who will believe the words of a Chinese?"

"The Consul said it well, no one in London will believe the words of a Chinese." Wang Jin curled his lips and replied calmly: "It doesn't matter whether anyone believes it. What the big men in London want is just an excuse. This is cruel and realistic politics. There is no right or wrong, only winning or losing!"
Chapter completed!