"My master! Why did you bring people like this? Isn't this a wax for me? Is it easy to talk to you..."

"You let me get out of the air? Let's take it down. Simpson is a British gold medal reporter. I came to the Qing Dynasty to report on Your Majesty's wedding!"

"I have an invitation sent by the Zongli Yamen. I can use this invitation to go to the Forbidden City to take photos and interview! Do you think this person, dare I stop him?"

"Don't say you don't know, even the British Embassy doesn't know his schedule, and he doesn't know that he is coming to the capital today!"

"What they want is to see the authentic Qing Dynasty, and to record the real capital! Do you ask me to persuade me? I don't have the ability..."

When Xiao Huang heard that the foreigner had an interview invitation that could pass through the Forbidden City, he was frightened and shrank his neck, "I can't control this anymore. Let it go. If my boss is asking for trouble for a little, Mr. Liu, you have to testify for me!"

In the eyes of the officials of the Qing Dynasty, no matter how big the rules were, they had to restrain themselves when they were in front of foreigners. The capital investigated the remnants of the factory and the weapons for private transportation from inside and outside. This was a waste of orders in front of foreigners!

These soldiers and city gate officials from Guangqu Gate only stopped Simpson from taking a few embarrassing photos. As for their freedom of movement, they really didn't dare to care!

Xiao Huang always watched Liu Peiqi's convoy stagger into the city gate hole and gradually disappeared into the bustling streets of the south city. After a while, the negotiated city gate officials came over to him.

"Master Huang... we have also discussed. From today on, how about the daily income of Guangqumen, how about we add five to two or one?

"You have to pity us, we have not eaten all of these silver, but others have also paid money from our pockets!"

"On the surface, our brothers are in charge of the taxes on this city gate, but in fact, there are at least fifty or sixty people who eat this piece of meat behind them!"

"Now that the storm of searching for factory slaves is to get a share of the pie. The amount of oil and water will be divided by 80 or 90 people..."

"There is no more oil and water. My Master Huang, tell me that everyone above you are all from the Hunjing. Everyone keeps some of them to meet each other for a long time!"

Xiao Huang nodded, "My brothers said something heart-wrenching, so I won't pretend to be garlic anymore! I will try my best to tell everyone about this. If there is nothing wrong with the above, it will take longer to go in the future!"

"I have all survived this storm safely and saved my life. This is the real thing. When will the money be made? Just do it like that... Don't forget the lunch break!"

"I can't forget it, I can't forget it... Qianmen Quanjude, we have sent someone to set the table long ago!"

It was almost noon now, and the crowds in front of Guangqu Gate were also sparse. The most oily and water moment of the day passed. Xiao Huang took the little song that was always humming untuned and walked into the city with a swagger.

The city gate officials also quickly packed up and prepared for the lunch banquet!

One of the city gate officials used the excuse of walking to the toilet in the distance, and bypassed a pile of haystacks one of his subordinates came up.

"Go and report to the prince immediately, we have already bribed the people from Guangqumen! A 50% member of him will be blind... The plan remains unchanged, the things that should be transported can continue, and it is safe here!"

"Yeah!" The servant turned around and left after answering his order.

The city gate official looked up at the tall and majestic Guangqu Gate and sneered, "Little Emperor... do you think that this country is yours after taking power?"

"Haha, you see that it is an iron bucket-like country from above, but in the eyes of people below us, this is the dead tree hollowed out by ants!"

What happened in Guangqumen in the morning was so small that it could not cause any trouble! Except for these people involved who took this place seriously, everyone else had forgotten it in a flash!

After Simpson entered Guangqumen, the charm of the Chinese capital in the Middle Ages came to his face!

There are crowds of people on the street, and behind Guangqumen is the Nancheng. This is the business world in the capital and the place where Han people gather, and it is the most prosperous!

The shops on both sides of the road are full of various products, including silk from the south, fur, porcelain, tea, and medicine shops from the north, one after another. The various guises are picked high, pointing to the sky slanted, with the fonts of each store embroidered on them!

"Mr. Simpson, this capital is so big that you can't play with something you can do for a year... What is that? Diabola! Diabola... It's so fun!"

"That family sells folding fans, herbal tea, and iced sour plum soup... Look there, hey? This... what is this?"

Originally, Liu Peiqi was still explaining to Simpson as a landlord. The British reporter was so excited that he didn't blink, and he left several photos along the way!

The people in the city have indeed seen the world. They are no longer surprised by this big-nosed foreigner taking photos. No one will run away when they see the camera and say that this is a magic weapon for seduction!

But as he was patting, a series of magical things suddenly entered the camera. Simpson was so shocked that he raised his head and asked Liu Peiqi.

Liu Peiqi was also stunned and saw the people on the street opposite separated from the alley, and then many people rushed up!

Just in this man's alley, several flags suddenly floated out, and the lines of the big characters "Shenxing Taibaoyang Car Store" were inserted into strange rickshaws!

A string of six brand new rickshaws were running on the streets of Beijing under the pull of six young men!

The dark rubber tires were not worn at all, the spokes were shiny and the spokes were shiny. The leather seats were polished brightly, and the crisp bells kept ringing!

No matter how you look at this car, you are more comfortable than other rickshaws in the Qing Dynasty. You can run by pulling it alone. In the past, the carriages and ox carts were all wooden wheels, and they were squeaking and squeaking when they turned and it was laborious!

Look at the wheels with grease bearings, and it turns like flying. The young man pulling the cart can shout twice while running!

"Rail car...Shenxing Taibao's rai...ail car...a dime for two miles..."

"Rail car...Rail car..."

Liu Peiqi was also stunned. He reached out and grabbed a young man and asked, "What... what is this?"

"Oh, you're just back to the capital, right? This is called the Shenxing Taibao rickshaw, which is produced by the Chinese, so the people call him rickshaw..."

"The day before yesterday, suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys. Five or six people were in groups, and they didn't do anything. They just ran around the city with flags hanging in the car, saying they were doing publicity!"

"Not to mention, it has caused a sensation in the four nine cities these three days! The rickshaws are running so fast, and they are squirming around the streets. It looks better than sedans and ox carts..."

"Oh... Whose business belongs to this business?" Liu Peiqi asked.

"Whose family belongs to? Of course it is the business of the Qing Sanye family! Prime Minister Fu Qing, Qing Sanye, and his sister are the wife of the head of Chinese clan Xiao Letian!"

"This is a Pacific Car dealership, but it is specially approved by His Majesty! Look at each of the carts with a white iron brand hanging on it?"

"All cars are reported in Shuntian Mansion and have numbers!"

"This transaction seems to be really big!"

Simpson had his eyes brightly and quickly took the string of rickshaws into the photos. He had a premonition that this trip to the East would definitely gain a lot!
Chapter completed!