Chapter 1595: Changes in the World (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Dongdong...

With his eyes closed, Zhu Xianhai could hear the rapid heartbeat and a somewhat noisy but evenly rhythmic sound.

This sound is a little familiar, yet a little strange. What is it?

In a daze, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was a beautiful girl with a proud figure in a blue uniform. She was blinking her beautiful eyes and speaking fluent Mandarin.

"Sir, would you like a blanket?"

"Blanket? Do you want extra money?"

Zhu Xianhai didn't know why he asked this. He looked around in confusion. It was obviously the cabin of a wide-body aircraft.

How did you get here?

Shouldn't the emperor be in the palace?

Shouldn't he be with Elizabeth and the others?

How did you get here?

Is this a plane?

Looking outside the cabin, he could just see the wings. The triangular wings reminded him that this plane was completely different from a propeller plane.

Zhu Xianhai was a little confused, and before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the flight attendant laughing.

"Sir, you are joking. Imperial Airlines provides blankets for free."

Imperial Airlines?

What's this?

Before he could come to his senses, the stewardess covered him with a blanket and whispered.

"Have a nice flight, sir."

Imperial Airlines?

Looking at the stewardess turning and leaving, it was not until then that Emperor Zhu... no, it was Zhu Xianhai who had the chance to look around the cabin. The narrow economy class in his distant memory was not that narrow. Although it was not as narrow as the business class, he had never sat in it and was just guessing.

What's going on?

Although he was a little confused, after all, he had been an emperor for decades and had seen all kinds of storms. After calming down, Emperor Zhu noticed that the European passenger next to him was watching a movie on the screen on the back of the seat.

After tentatively opening the screen, when the words and symbols of "Imperial Airlines" appeared on the opening interface, even though Emperor Zhu was used to big scenes, he was still a little confused.

What is going on?

On one side are jet planes, and on the other side is Imperial Airways - which originally opened up air routes using airships.

Just at this moment, standard official language was heard over the plane's radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to fly over the Grand Inga Hydropower Station on the Congo River. This is the largest hydropower station in the world, with a total installed capacity of 50 million kilowatts..."

Dayinga Hydropower Station?

Congo River?

He looked out the window with some doubt, but could not see the so-called hydroelectric power station at all. It was not until this time that a foreigner sitting next to him, who seemed to be snoring, said something.

“You can’t see the Inga Hydroelectric Power Station from an altitude of 12,000 meters!”

The man yawned, then opened his sleepy eyes and spoke.

"We are now at an altitude of 12,000 meters and at a speed of 1.5 times the speed of sound. At this speed, we can't even reach the hydroelectric power station. But I think even if you go there, you will definitely be very disappointed. Although the hydroelectric power station is the largest in the world, it has no dam. It's just like Africa. Archaeologists discovered decades ago that humans walked out of Africa, but what happened later? They couldn't find many Africans in Africa."

Although the person next to me is a foreigner, he speaks fluent Mandarin and seems to be a chatterbox who can't stop talking.

"In fact, in Africa, you, I mean the Chinese, have shown your passion, intelligence, and of course your talent for construction. You have built a large number of dams, bringing water from the Congo Basin to East Africa, South Africa, and even North Africa. You have transformed many barren lands into fertile fields. This feat is the greatest in human history. Of course, when you did all this decades ago, many people in Paris were sneering at you. Now, Lake Chad in French Central Africa still needs to use your artificial canals to divert water to solve the local drought problem. It can be said that your governance of Africa is almost successful!"

Hearing the word "almost", Zhu Xianhai felt something was wrong. Just at this moment, the foreigner next to him said.

"It took the Spaniards 200 years to solve the problem of indigenous people in America, but you took 60 years. In Africa, you solved the problem in less than 40 years. Now there are only some indigenous people left in Zulu reservations..."

The foreigner looked at the Chinese man next to him and said.

"You like to use science and technology, hard work and outstanding talents, give full play to your intelligence and wisdom, and then do something. This is how you do things... Either don't do it, or do it to the best of your ability!"

Well……

Zhu Da... No, Zhu Xianhai looked at the guy next to him and suddenly felt a little confused. What did he mean by what he said?

"But, fortunately, no one cares about these things now. All of these are things of the past. Your space flight to Mars has attracted the attention of the whole world. You have what we have in abundance - passion and dreams. You first flew to space, then to the moon, and now to Mars. Great..."

The foreigner thought for a while and said.

"Perhaps, that's why you deserve the whole world. Well, you do deserve our sincere admiration, really."

Then, the foreigner looked at the sky outside the plane window and said in a slightly sad tone.

"But I really can't understand why it was white people who pioneered modern scientific civilization. Even among the early winners of the Shengde Emperor Award in the Ming Empire, more than half were white people. But why..."

Looking back, there was a hint of confusion in the old white man's tone.

"Why, in the end, you are the ones who have it all? Are you the ones favored by God?"

Faced with the white old man's words, Zhu Xianhai didn't know how to answer. His mind was a little confused. Even until now, there were only memories of the past in his brain.

What is wrong with me?

How did you get here?

Whose body is this?

A few minutes later, in the bathroom of the plane, Zhu Xianhai looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes widened involuntarily.

He looked very young in the mirror - only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, as if he had gone back several decades overnight.

"How is this possible?"

What does it feel like to have an old soul suddenly installed in a young body? It feels great, but more of it is confusing.

"who is he?"

Soon, he got the answer. In his handbag, he found his passport - the passport of the Ming Empire.

Looking at the familiar small seal characters and the twelve emblems on it, a thought flashed through Emperor Zhu's mind - Damn it, I have traveled through time again!

(End of this chapter)