Osaka before and after the Meiji Restoration was the most commercialized city in Japan. People once called it "the shock in Osaka and the fear of the princes" because the businessmen here controlled too much wealth.
Emperor Meiji relied on Osaka's financial advantage to arm his army.
The second day after arriving at the P19 plane. Huang Xuan rode his fourth horse through the city gate of Osaka.
Tokugawa Yingxi had already fled back to Edo early, and Huang Xuan once again missed the shogun. However, he now doesn't think much of this guy who is bound to fail - he is like Chiang Kai-shek in the mainland. No matter how he supports him, Not only did the Japanese give up on him, but even the British turned to support Meiji.
After entering the city, Dian Wei left his pony near the city gate without any nostalgia, and walked in waving his arms and legs. It seemed that he had had enough of this dog-like horse. Huang Xuan smiled and followed in.
At this time, Osaka didn't look like it was in war at all. Except for the increase in samurai with swords on the streets, the shops in the market were still open, but the pedestrians were a little hurried. Huang Xuan compared it privately. But it’s not much faster than modern Tokyoites.
Walking along a row of small doorways, I heard faintly elongated singing. I listened carefully, but I couldn't understand what was being sung. I asked Huang Xuan to describe it himself, it was Japanese like Peking Opera.
"What are you doing in front?" Huang Xuan asked after grabbing a passerby. He originally wanted to see if there were any British and French businessmen or soldiers in Osaka. Since the founding of the country by the black ships, Britain and France have gradually become the leaders of Japan before and after the Meiji Restoration. An important political force, since the shogun's path has reached a dead end, he always has to try other directions.
"It's Kabuki." The person being pulled was a middle-aged Japanese man with a cannon raised to the sky. He had the same short stature and spoke in a squeaky voice.
Huang Xuan's impression of kabuki was old Japanese operas with white faces. He suddenly lost interest. When the man saw Huang Xuan, he still didn't let go, so he had to continue to explain: "It's a kabuki performance by the Nakamura Kareoku family. Even the Mitsui family will come to see it.”
"Mitsui?"
"Yes." The man nodded and hunched over, his eyes constantly glancing at Dian Wei. It was obvious that the evil man's height ratio was more intimidating.
Huang Xuan let go of the man, threw him away, and then asked: "Lorraine, what is the relationship between the Mitsui family and the Mitsui Consortium?"
"It is the predecessor of the Mitsui Consortium." Lorraine's answer was clear.
Huang Xuan smacked his lips. He had known for a long time that the old Japanese conglomerates had a long history. Now he understood that if it were in China, it would have to start from the Westernization Movement. It would last for 300 years, and it would be almost the same as a dynasty. .
Thinking like this, Huang Xuan became curious and walked in the direction of the crowd.
What is being performed is "Sehwamono" Kyogen, which is a story play that describes the life and love of ordinary people. It is suitable for a place like Osaka, but Huang Xuan can neither understand nor understand it. Listening to Lorraine After translating a few sentences, I quickly became bored.
Dian Wei was even more confused. He probably felt that the surroundings were getting crowded. He swayed in annoyance and accidentally knocked several people around him to the ground.
With such a tall body and such movements, Dian Wei was immediately noticed by the people in the center of the stands.
There were all the top businessmen in Osaka. A skinny old man lowered his head and said something, and saw a group of samurai running over.
Huang Xuan coughed and thought: As a bodyguard, I don't know if he is protecting himself or causing trouble.
Whatever they said at this time was nonsense, and those warriors were not prepared to speak to them. In front of hundreds of people, they pulled out their swords and rushed over with a clatter. Huang Xuan was scratching his head there. I don’t know if this is due to Japanese customs, or if human life is of the utmost importance in the civil war.
Dian Wei had been in a really bad mood these past two days. Not only had he not eaten enough, but he was still riding a lean horse on the road. At this moment, he saw a group of big monkey-like people rushing towards him. He twisted his lips, turned around and rushed away. Go up.
Strictly speaking, the swordsmanship of these Japanese is still very good. During the Warring States Period in Japan, many masters of swordsmanship were born. The most familiar ones to the Chinese are probably Nobutsuna Kamiizumi and Muneyan Yagyu (master and apprentice). In many martial arts novels , there will also be figures of Kamizumi and Yagyu, and these two, according to the custom at the time, served as tutors and bodyguards for "officials".
Of course, the status of Japanese businessmen at this time was still quite low, but their economic strength far exceeded that of anyone on the island. In this special period, it was enough for them to recruit many samurai. .
Huang Xuan couldn't understand these martial arts and swordsmanship. In his eyes, Dian Wei just opened his hands as big as dustpans, swung his hands to the left, bumped again, and threw the warriors who were walking in small steps out of the field. From time to time, he grabbed a piece of With a knife, it was immediately bloody.
This reminded Huang Xuan of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The last scene of Dian Wei was standing in front of the camp gate, blocking all invading soldiers in front of him.
It’s just that the result is so sad.
"Lorraine, don't let Dian Wei get hurt." Huang Xuan told him and stood here with peace of mind.
The skinny old man on the high platform and the people around him are also paying attention here.
In fact, it is easy for modern people to distinguish between Japanese, Korean and Chinese, especially little girls and boys who have watched too many Japanese and Korean dramas. With just one glance, they can say with disdain: "They are from Mainland China, right?" ." Or pretending to scream: "Is it a new movie from TBS? I haven't seen it yet."
Therefore, it is easy for these Mitsui family and nearby businessmen to discover that Huang Xuan and Dian Wei do not look like Japanese.
Although Japan during this period was also closed to the outside world, there were two countries that could travel: the Qing Dynasty and the Netherlands. In 185, after the Black Ship Incident, Japanese businessmen could see more races. But they didn’t know that now What is the situation on this plane
There were bursts of screams in his ears. Dian Wei had been away from the Three Kingdoms for several months. Maybe he didn't have much time. Cai Wenji and Diao Chan could understand TV, but he couldn't understand it, so he didn't watch that kind of TV. A small and strong player who can get up countless times once thrown out, at least few of the street gangsters thrown out by him can get up twice.
Even the small universe explosion in the comics can't do it.
So later on, fewer and fewer people surrounded Dian Wei.
Of course, there were people surrounding Huang Xuan at the beginning, and Dian Wei didn't care. In his impression, the "lord" could still challenge Lu Bu single-handedly, the master of fighting in and out of thousands of troops. It's not wrong to think this way. Huang Xuan can indeed do it when Lorraine is around.
Therefore, when some ronin or samurai chose the wrong target and approached Huang Xuan, the sword did hit him, but it had no effect other than making Huang Xuan angry.
How could Huang Xuan not be angry? As long as he left his own plane and had a machete hit him, it would be a matter of 100,000 yuan. These Japanese knives are well made and can cut hard. They are twice as good as machetes. However, that is 100,000 yuan times, and there are still many knives. Even a billionaire sometimes feels pain in his body.
At this point, Huang Xuan said angrily: "Lorraine, don't you know how to strike with lightning? You can kill them with a thunderbolt."
"One million thunders." Lorraine explained without arrogance: "Thunder has high voltage requirements. Voltages of hundreds of thousands or millions of volts are very low, and this thing causes area damage and conductive damage. , you will know that the tree will be split, and it is useless to protect it with resistors, so if you put it next to you, it may cost hundreds of thousands. "
Huang Xuan looked around and his eyes widened. There were more than a dozen little Japanese with incredible expressions on their faces. He gave up and said, "Isn't there a simpler way to protect me? I'm just going to watch them hit me like this?" Because there were no wounds, even if it was a sword, It can only be regarded as a smash.
"How about using electric shock?" Lorraine still has a way.
Seeing that a new round of 00,000 yuan was about to fall, Huang Xuan didn't care and immediately said: "Let it be."
Someone didn't believe in evil, so he swung the knife over again, and a circle of electric arc flashed, and the whole person looked like a roasted chicken deformed, with his claws raised.
Call again.
A few ronin holding wooden handles were better. They had no money, like samurai, and used iron rings to wrap the handles of tachi or samurai swords. Finally, they were not as ugly as the twitching guys on the ground, but they looked around and didn't understand the situation. , in fact, maybe he was scared out of his wits.
"Can you be more proactive?" Huang Xuan was addicted to playing.
"Use your index finger. I will make a terminal magnetic insulation for you. Wherever you point, the current will flow. The distance is 0 cm."
Huang Xuan looked at his right index finger and said, "Am I considered a superman like this?"
"10,000 yuan at a time." Lorraine said clearly.
have to. Huang Xuan nodded, feeling that he could still afford it, and even if he paid back one month's interest, he could wipe out several divisions. Seeing several ronin holding tachi, they didn't know what to do, so they simply bent down, straightened their right hands, and pointed at a samurai on the ground.
The flesh is conductive.
A ronin who stepped on someone's hand was secretly glad, but suddenly his whole body went numb, and he seemed to have lost control.
The warrior on the ground who was acting as a conductor was even worse. He was incontinent and a foul stench came out.
Huang Xuan covered his nose and stood farther away. The people next to him stepped back one after another, and no one dared to get closer to him.
The sound of "papa" came, and someone was playing the drums with a kabuki tempo. Huang Xuan looked up and saw that it was the skinny old man. (To be continued)