Chapter 368 Interlude
Before Ernst went to Trieste, he had to deal with a lot of things and say goodbye to many people, including Prince Karl of Sigmaringen, Prince Leopold, the Prussian royal family, the Württemberg royal family... So it was not like he could just leave, he had to finish all these things.
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Half a year ago.
Far East, Japan.
"Mr. Harano Morishita, your monkeys are indeed very unique in appearance. They are short and strong among monkeys. This is very consistent with Darwin's theory of evolution. Is it possible that the environment of the Japanese islands can cultivate monkeys that like to take hot spring baths? I want to know."
"Uh, Rosenssan, Darwin is?"
"A European biologist."
"Yo, scientist?"
"Yes, and he is a great British biologist with great authority in the academic world. I used to be very unconvinced by Darwin, but when I came to Japan, I found that Darwin was right. No other country can find monkeys that love hot springs as much as Japanese monkeys."
Why does it feel like cursing? However, when Yuan Yesen heard that Darwin was British, he immediately turned into a dog and said, "Rosens-san, your country, Great Britain, is really the greatest country in the world."
Although Rosens' so-called "London accent" has a strong German flavor, it is not noticeable at all in Harano Morishita's Japanese-style English.
Rosens laughed loudly and said, "No, no, although we British have made some small achievements in culture, we are still not comparable to countries like Germany, France and Russia. Do you know what Britain relied on to become the world hegemon?"
Yuan Ye Morishita was quite curious, so he asked, "Please give me some advice, sir."
"Nothing special, just mastering the ocean. Anyone familiar with history knows that every world hegemon in the past few hundred years has achieved this by mastering the ocean. This is true for Portugal, Spain, and the Netherlands."
"Yoshi, Mr. Rosens, you are absolutely right. We in Japan should learn a lot from the British!" Harano Morishita said, but in his heart he was thinking, "Build more large warships, maybe we can replace them in the future."
Rosens: "Yes, learning culture is useless. We in Britain have succeeded by brutal means. The romantic French, who are famous for their literature, can only be manipulated by Britain. They have wasted great opportunities and lost the chance to compete with Britain. Therefore, all workers and farmers who dare to make trouble and oppose national policies should be dealt with comprehensively to prevent them from causing huge waste of social resources."
Harano Morishita, a large landowner, agreed: "Yes, I feel the same way. Recently, farmers in rural Japan have been too unreasonable. They can't understand the government's difficulties. The country is in trouble. Even I have to cut back on food and clothing and eat three dishes and one soup a day. They still want to rebel. They are worse than uncivilized monkeys. Such rubbish should be resolutely cracked down. Only when Japan is prosperous and strong can we have a bright future."
Rosens: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Mr. Harano Morishita, can you help me find a few Japanese people to come here, preferably both men and women? I want to show the customs and culture of Japan to the world."
"Of course no problem!" Harano Moriichi agreed readily after hearing Rosens' request. Rosens was a British journalist. He came to Hokkaido to promote Japan. He wanted to bring honor to Japan.
After a while, I don't know where this weirdo Harano Morishita found from. The average height is between 1.3 meters and 1.5 meters. However, looking at Harano Morishita who is only 1.63 meters tall, Rosens instantly felt that it was reasonable.
"Mr. Harano Morishita, can you catch a monkey and shake its hand? I hope you can be more friendly, so that we can show the theme of the Japanese people living in harmony with nature."
"Yes, of course no problem! Mr. Rosens." Harano Morishita said excitedly. This was a way for him to show the good character of the Japanese!
Soon, with the efforts of the servants, a female monkey was found and brought in front of Harano Morishita. Harano Morishita followed Rosens' instructions, stood in front of the hot spring, grabbed the female monkey's paw and made a handshake gesture. Not to mention that the female monkey was about half a meter tall, and it was not out of place standing next to Harano Morishita, especially against the backdrop of the four Japanese behind who were shorter than Harano Morishita.
"Mr. Harano Morishita, don't have a stern face, smile."
Harano Morishita was deeply influenced by Bushido and usually had a stern face. Only when he was talking to Rosens, the "Englishman", did he show a polite smile that was uglier than crying.
And Yuan Ye Morishita lived up to everyone's expectations. His smile was not just ugly. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as shocking the world and making ghosts and gods cry.
"Very good, keep this expression." Rosens, who had expected this, said with satisfaction, "I'm going to shoot it soon, don't make any more changes."
With a "click" sound, the expression of Yuan Ye Senxia was clearly captured. However, the female monkey was frightened by something and grinned, which was also captured in the photo.
"Well, Mr. Harano Morishita, you are indeed a photogenic person. I think the citizens of London will like your image of an amiable samurai."
"Thank you, Mr. Rosens, for coming all the way to Japan to promote Japan's international image."
"No, no, Mr. Harano Morishita, you are too polite. This is what I should do. Long live the friendship between Britain and Japan!"
"That's absolutely right! Rosens-san, but can you lend me that thing called a camera?"
"I'm afraid that won't work, Mr. Harano Morishita. This instrument belongs to the company and cannot be loaned out according to regulations. It's extremely valuable."
"Then what are you talking about?"
Rosens said with a regretful expression: "It is impossible to see it now. It can only be developed when we return to London."
Yuan Ye Morishita felt a little regretful that he could not see his own photo, but he asked again: "Rosens, which newspaper company do you work for? A friend of mine is going to England for a business trip soon, and I want him to bring back a copy for me."
Rosens said with a strange look on his face: "No problem, our newspaper is still very influential in the UK. Remember The Sun, you can buy it in every city in the UK."
"Yoshi, thank you for what."
The Sun was a newspaper invested by the Hechingen Bank. When it was first launched in London, it was unanimously condemned by British society because the newspaper was in serious conflict with the conservative social atmosphere in Britain. Facts proved that color-themed newspapers would not go far, so The Sun took the edge route again.
Although the newspaper skirted the issue and the whistleblower was unable to find any weaknesses in The Sun, people from all walks of life in the UK still righteously boycotted The Sun, and as a result, The Sun ranked first in sales in the UK that year.
May 8, 1871.
The new issue of The Sun is published on the streets of London.
"Sir! Would you like a copy of The Times? Or The Guardian?" The newsboy said, looking at the old gentleman in front of him. In his opinion, this kind of old gentleman likes to discuss national affairs the most.
"Give me the latest copy of The Sun, thank you." The old gentleman said as low as possible. After all, it would be bad if acquaintances heard him on the street.
"Uh, okay, sir." The newsboy handed the old gentleman today's edition of The Sun.
The old gentleman looked around and found that no one was paying attention. He took the newspaper neatly, folded it, put it in his clothes, and took it home to admire it.
Back home.
He closed the door, lay on the sofa, took out the newspaper he had bought and said, "Let me give you a good critique... Well, this leg... The world is going downhill!"
Soon, the old gentleman, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally, slowly turned the page to read today's news.
The Versailles Army began to bombard the fortifications of Paris. "Well done, these Frenchmen should be made to kill each other."
Soon, he noticed a picture at the bottom of the newspaper, with the text: Japan's love of hot springs may originate from Japanese macaques, Darwin may become the biggest winner, what the hell? It looks so scary, the old gentleman spat at the picture of Harano Morishita, but the style of The Sun has always been so frivolous, he didn't feel strange.
A few months later, Harano Morishita, who was despised by countless London citizens, also received The Sun sent back by a friend from London. When he learned that The Sun was a pornographic newspaper, Harano Morishita's face turned green with anger.
"Pull out a tooth..."
A few years later, Harano Morishita's story was spread by his tight-lipped friends. Harano Morishita died of depression. Before his death, he said to his grandson: "In the future... I must kill more British..."
(End of this chapter)
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