Chapter 120 Revenge
Just ten days later, Huang Shanggang found out the reasons behind Master Fei Xuan's mysterious behavior. The Emperor Xingxian's expedition of thousands of miles could deceive everyone except the cabinet and the emperor who gave it their full support (given Da'an's current political environment, not dragging one's feet is considered full support); after the fleet returned triumphantly from Edo, it quickly delivered the news to the capital by speedboat and sent a report on the operation. Huang Shanggang had no right to know the details of the report, but he could roughly guess the conclusion - because after eagerly opening and reading the secret letter, the usually gloomy and unpredictable Master Feixuan could not hold back his excitement and revealed a smile that could be described as "brilliant"; although he was no longer young, this smile was more like a dried chrysanthemum waving in the wind, but it was still impressive and even creepy.
Because the channel for transmitting information was very private, and there was a secret letter system developed by the prince as a cover; during the days when the emperor was happily enjoying his joy, the loudspeakers in the palace had not had time to leak the news; so the anti-Mu officials were ignorant, and still gathered the celebrities and elders to kneel down and petition outside the Western Garden, and took turns on hunger strike according to the old routine, trying to force the emperor to come forward and express his position, completely unaware of the changes in the situation in the palace.
And at this time, Master Feixuan also rarely showed his insidious and evil taste. He did not send out the Jinyiwei to drive away these maggots as usual, but instead asked Huang Shanggang to go out and read out the oral order; the first sentence was:
"The emperor knows what you mean and will give you a reply."
The emperor's sudden change of attitude really surprised the anti-Mu faction. Unfortunately, before the senior officials could start praising the emperor, Eunuch Huang had already said his second sentence:
"The palace has received news that the prince of Duke Mu and Qi Yuanjing and others went on an expedition to Japan and won a great victory. The emperor is handling the matter."
After saying this, Eunuch Huang paused intentionally, looking down at the expressions of the old men - it was really strange and wonderful, they were obviously in their sixties or seventies, the age when they could retire at any time; but their bodies were so strong that it was enviable, not only they were steady when they kowtowed in the court, but now after hearing such earth-shaking news, they were just pale, their teeth were chattering, and they were trembling from side to side; after all, they did not fall down on the spot and faint on the ground. In comparison, the young officials kneeling in the back row were much more out of control. They were now limp and almost unconscious...
When the time comes, the people with seniority are still the most trustworthy.
Perhaps because they were too shocked, the old men kneeling in front were stunned for half a cup of tea before they finally turned pale and tried desperately to save the situation:
"The Emperor is busy with government affairs. Should I take shelter for a while?"
"The emperor has said something else." Eunuch Huang gently interrupted him: "You have to wait."
——Huh, you want to escape?
This sentence was understated, but it was filled with deep resentment. Everyone should know that whether it is the current Feixuan Zhenjun or the eunuch in the palace, none of them are humble, patient and restrained. In the past few months, they have been repeatedly pressured by civil officials. Although they have not been able to fight back due to the situation, great resentment is deeply accumulated in their hearts and they can never forget it. Now that the situation has been reversed, how can the emperor and the eunuchs not join hands and relieve their anger?
The river flows east in March and west in March; don’t despise the old and the poor. It should be noted that pretending to be cool, getting slapped in the face, and seeking revenge have always been the essential elements of a cool novel!
If you want to slap someone in the face, of course you have to slap him/her on the spot. Otherwise, it won’t be satisfying even if you take revenge. Therefore, Eunuch Huang broke the convention and stood there calmly even in the scorching July sun, staring intently at the faces of several anti-Mu elders, watching with interest the horror of their dying struggles in the face of impending disaster - when the wind blows, the grass and trees are covered, and matters of power are always vague, with thunder hidden in the breeze and drizzle; although the emperor has not expressed any attitude yet, and although there has been no change in the apparent situation in the court; but everyone present knows that after many days of entanglement, the outcome of this battle has been decided.
Everything, everything is different now.
Military merit is such an unreasonable thing, especially when it is monopolized by the emperor. The one with the strongest soldiers and horses is the Son of Heaven, and the essence of imperial power is military power. As long as the emperor can prove that he can control the army to gain victory, then all political rules will no longer be rules. The so-called dictator who speaks for himself, who makes decisions arbitrarily, and who can defeat ten thousand enemies alone, is only as powerful as this!
Before today, the anti-Mu faction would kneel and kowtow in front of the West Garden gate every now and then. In name, they were asking the emperor to give orders on major issues, but in reality they were taking advantage of the situation to pressure others and use some kind of moral pressure to force the emperor to come out and express his position and openly give up the Duke Mu Mansion. But starting from today, the so-called grand kneeling and kowtow will turn into a severe punishment for the civil servants. As long as the emperor does not show any sign of giving in, these people will have to kneel in fear until their spirits are completely destroyed by the terrifying pressure.
But fortunately, Master Feixuan seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, and had no intention of playing tricks on the ministers to increase the intensity. After kneeling quietly for half a cup of tea, there were a few light popping sounds from the palace gate, and a dozen palace servants lined up on both sides, and a sedan chair carried by eight people came out from the middle. The most supreme and honorable Master Feixuan of Da'an was leaning on the sedan chair, with an indifferent expression and far-reaching eyes. He still looked like an immortal, calm and composed.
——The emperor actually came out to meet the ministers in person!
This was so unusual and unexpected that the old men kneeling in front were stunned - ever since the True Lord became obsessed with Xuan cultivation and disliked worldly affairs, he has lived alone in the Western Garden, isolated from outside disturbances, and has never summoned ministers from the outer court except for the Cabinet's Silijian and a few close nobles. He has not held court for more than 20 years, the rules and regulations between the monarch and his subjects have fallen to the ground, and the deep palace is as secluded as an insurmountable barrier. Most of the officials from the outer court never even saw the emperor until their death!
This kind of isolation and seclusion has lasted for so long that it has even developed into some strange political practices. If any minister from the outer court had the honor of seeing the emperor, he would surely be moved to tears of gratitude and regard it as a special favor from the emperor. But now, the civil officials who were summoned by the emperor as an exception did not feel the slightest bit of joy; on the contrary, when they looked down, they caught a glimpse and noticed a certain detail with fear - perhaps because he was going out to meet someone, Master Feixuan had changed into new clothes, but there was only a dull jade belt tied in the middle of his scarlet robe, which seemed to be quite inconsistent with the gorgeous accessories; but if they looked closely, they would immediately have their hair stand on end, unable to help themselves:
——That is the belt left by Emperor Gaozu!
So, in an instant, all other distracting thoughts were swept away, leaving only a clear suspicion and infinite fear - this belt, is this belt tied on the belly button or below the belly button?
Unfortunately, no matter what they suspected in their hearts, these ministers would never dare to take the risk of looking up again. After proving himself with military victory, Lao Deng was no longer the same Lao Deng; some kind of powerful deterrence descended from above his head, making everyone tremble in fear, truly squeezing out some kind of long-standing terror from the deepest part of his bones.
They finally got to see how cautious and timid the civil servants were during the reigns of Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Taizong.
Master Feixuan, who came out in the carriage, did not show any special emotions. He just held the white jade belt around his waist upright and let the eunuchs carry the sedan chair down the steps and circle around the kneeling crowd. Zhenjun half-leaned on the sedan chair, admiring with interest the officials' buttocks that were lined up and trembling faintly when they arched their backs - and in this insidious interest, a kind of vicious pleasure arose spontaneously:
It turns out that Emperor Gaozu was so happy!
Since the establishment of the cabinet, the court system has become increasingly perfect, and successive emperors have had less and less time meeting with ministers outside the court. They are no longer as diligent as in the early years of the dynasty when they would meet once every three days. In essence, in addition to the laziness of the descendants who could not emulate the diligence of their ancestors, it was more because of some kind of vague fear, or even panic - there were hundreds of ministers in the court meetings, and each of them was a talented person with a sharp eye; if one had been in contact with so many talented people for too long, it would inevitably expose the true ability of the emperor in government affairs; and the ability of most emperors could not stand up to scrutiny.
Theoretically speaking, the imperial power should of course be exercised openly and honestly in public, with a magnificent array to crush all traitors who dare to disobey, and to eliminate all possibilities of conspiracy to usurp power; it should be impartial and non-partisan, this is what is called the kingly way. However, the difficulty of implementing the kingly way was so great that successive emperors after the founding of the country were unable to bear the burden. They had to stay in the palace with a few close confidants and rely on conspiracy and deception to barely rule the country. The pinnacle of conspiracy and deception in Da'an throughout the dynasties is the current Lord Feixuan. Under the name of Xuan Xiu, he secretly rules the country, sows discord with a weird attitude, and seems to be able to wield power freely by relying on his bluffing and pretending to be a god.
But what is the reality? In fact, perhaps even Zhenjun himself knows clearly that all his conspiracies are actually signs of his own weakness. He is simply unable to establish legitimate authority, so he can only burn Qingci and refine elixirs in Xiyuan every day, torturing everyone in the court and the country like a giant baby!
Originally, this kind of half-crazy pretense would continue for a long time, until the people of the world could no longer tolerate it and a security petition was slapped in the face of Old Wall Lamp. But now things have subtly changed. Sitting on the sedan chair and overlooking the world, Lao Deng finally vaguely experienced the happiness that Emperor Gaozu had felt in those days - the kind of happiness that was above everyone else, and yet seemed to be among everyone else; the kind of power to call the wind and rain, with the whole world following his lead and all heroes at his disposal; the kind of power to do whatever one wants, to change the world, human nature, and even economic laws according to one's will; the kind of imperial power that was completely liberated, without any constraints!
——It turns out that Emperor Gao ate so well back then!
It is no wonder that the successful rulers of successive dynasties, from Emperor Wu of Han to Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Gaozu Taizong of our dynasty, have been diligent in state affairs, and their concentration is almost ascetic; I originally thought that this was the diligence and hard work in the genes of the emperor of all ages, but it was not until now that I realized: after the complete liberation of imperial power, the so-called state affairs are not so much a burden as playing a game - a brand new open world management game independently developed by a 5,000-year-old civilization; the game takes place in a real world called "China", where those chosen by the God of Heaven will be granted "heavenly destiny" and can indulge their hearts and satisfy all their desires...
If you think about it carefully, this kind of super-large-scale real-life game and the great cause that will go down in history are much more fun than the mere alchemy and cultivation of immortals; it is no wonder that wise rulers of all dynasties worked day and night and could not forget their achievements until their death.
Of course, although it’s fun, the barrier to entry is too high. Apart from the unlimited authority of the founding emperor, if the successor emperor does not have extraordinary talents, he generally cannot play this kind of big game with the world as the chessboard. According to common rules, if there had not been that little incident on the island of Japan, even if Zhenjun performed magic tricks in the Western Garden until his legs cramped, he would not have been able to cross this chasm of power - let's be fair, you can't really think that Zhenjun can touch Emperor Wu, right?
But sometimes, luck is also a part of strength. Regardless of whether he is worthy or not, Zhenjun has already crossed that threshold and is qualified to exert his power to the fullest, and even make an exception to show up and dare to confront the civil servants in the court. During the great etiquette incident decades ago, the emperor had to resort to repeated one-on-one struggles before he could barely subdue the domineering Yang Tinghe and his son. But now, Lao Deng is calm and composed, and he doesn't even need to say a word to easily suppress all enemies in this world!
I am standing right in front of you. Do you think I look like I used to?
The pleasure of revenge was so joyful and so profound that the emperor even had to adjust his posture and use his robe to cover his hands that were trembling slightly due to excessive excitement. He even remained silent on purpose, exerting pressure with an unfathomable attitude, and condescendingly observed those old foxes trembling and losing their composure under the heavy pressure, in order to savor the sweetness of victory.
Of course, at this moment, there is another way to make this joy more genuine, sweeter, and more open-minded, and to relieve the resentment that has been suppressed by the civil officials for a long time... The True Lord adjusted his buttocks on the sedan chair and opened the Heavenly Book:
【Historical Echoes: War against Japan】
What could be more pleasurable than enjoying the fruits of victory in front of the culprit? In order to feel refreshed at this moment, Zhenjun even deliberately suppressed his desire. After receiving the update message, he just read it briefly and put it aside, just waiting to vent his anger at this moment and use the enemy's fear to wash down this glass of wine.
Fei Xuan Zhenjun leaned back on the sedan chair with a smug look on his face, listening carefully to the heavenly music. He felt his body and mind were relaxed and unhappy.
[…From a tactical perspective, the Sino-Japanese naval battle was actually insignificant; both warring parties were weaklings fighting each other, and each violated a large number of military taboos, so their operations on the battlefield were quite boring. The shogunate was of course in a panic and mental disorder. It was more like going crazy than fighting, and mysterious operations kept emerging. As for the Da'an side... in the words of Ruwang, "rocket is really a panacea that can bring the dead back to life" - in other words, if there were no rockets, the outcome of the war would actually be quite hard to predict.
Therefore, historians are more concerned with the subsequent outcomes of the war than such clumsy and low-level tactics. In today's mainstream academic circles, the Treaty of Nanjing signed after the Sino-Japanese War is of the greatest significance, and is even regarded as the beginning of modern Chinese history; it is a grand forerunner of the Age of Exploration that lasted hundreds of years - after this treaty, the logic of the world, or the logic of East Asia, is completely different.
Here, we need to explain a little about the foreign wars of the Central Plains dynasty before the Treaty of Nanjing. Although the strategic goals of different dynasties varied, the wars launched were nothing more than two purposes - one was occupation, the other was deterrence; "War is a dangerous tool, and sages should resort to it only as a last resort"; after controlling the necessary territories, the main approach to dealing with unruly foreign vassals was to intimidate them; the so-called China was already stable and stable, and as long as the vassal states fulfilled their tribute duties, no excessive demands were made.
Under this practice, Japan, which is remote overseas, is a rather embarrassing exception. Because the journey was too long, mobilizing a large number of troops would cost a lot, occupation and annexation were impossible, and simply using threats to intimidate was too uneconomical; except for the Japanese pirates who went too far and blatantly violated core interests, in most cases, the Central Plains dynasty was actually unwilling to spend this energy - the cost was too high, the chances of success were not high, and the loss outweighed the gain, so why bother?
This long-standing practice had a profound impact. Even after the outcome of the Sino-Japanese naval war was decided, some anti-Mu factions still refused to change their original intentions and resisted to the end. They were betting that the practice was unbreakable and that the court would not continue to spend money for illusory military achievements. There would definitely be a day when they would back down. In a sense, their guess was not wrong, except for a small exception this time.
In short, the Treaty of Nanjing was a money-maker.
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The emperor, who was sitting upright, suddenly coughed and forcibly suppressed a strong smile. After all, he was wearing a dragon robe in public, and even if everyone was submissive and dared not look up, the Supreme Being could not show the slightest disgrace; so he pinched his thigh and suppressed the urge to twist into a maggot in public.
Wait a minute, I want to see how you make money!
[Of course, this does not mean that the Da'an court did not want to make money before the Treaty of Nanjing. Judging from the few historical records that exist, the palace and the cabinet did consider how to make money from Japan, such as sending eunuchs to look after the silver mines and collect indemnities; by working desperately to plunder, they could probably earn hundreds of thousands of taels of silver a year; if the court was patient enough, then according to this figure, it might take ten or twenty years to get as much revenue as the year the Treaty of Nanjing was signed.
That’s right, the military compensation alone in the Treaty of Nanjing was as high as three million taels, which was roughly equivalent to Japan’s fiscal revenue for twenty years.
Twenty years of fiscal revenue - if you are shocked when you read this sentence, the shock of the Japanese envoys will only increase a hundred times. Perhaps the numbers were too outrageous and absurd, and the shogunate elder Mito, who was the treaty negotiator, did not even react with anger and terror at the first moment - he thought that Prince Mu had fainted and had seawater in his brain, causing him to become dizzy and talk nonsense!
Five million taels, how is this possible?
But the fact is, just as Mu said, "Money is like water in a sponge, there is always some if you squeeze it." Of course, Japan cannot come up with this amount of money, but the magic of financial magic lies in creating something out of nothing. Therefore, the first clause of the Treaty of Nanjing stipulated that the five million taels would be circulated by the Bank of England, and the Japanese side would use customs and mining taxes as collateral, with an interest rate of 5% - higher than a mortgage.
As a result, the Da'an court quickly obtained abundant income, which greatly made up for the deficit in the national treasury; the Bank of England had the authority to intervene in customs and could manipulate interest rates; both parties made huge profits, a typical win-win situation (of course Japan may have lost a little, but who cares about Japan?). However, the most crucial point is not here; the really fatal detail lies in the appendix to the clause - "In order to supervise the payment of indemnity, China will send a plenipotentiary minister to work with the High Commissioner of the Bank of England, Ju Wang."
And who is this plenipotentiary minister sent by China? ——That’s right, it was the then Minister of Works and Deputy Minister of Public Security, Yan Donglou, also known as Yan Xiaoge Lao.
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Master Feixuan frowned and moved his butt off the sedan chair. He did remember Yan Donglou's name, but this person...
[Before contacting the Bank of England, Yan Donglou did not leave any trace in history. All we know is that he was the son of Yan Fenyi, the chief minister of the cabinet at that time. He was smart, cunning, and good at calculating. He was "quite talented" in bribery and making money. All the records about him are only a few in unofficial history books. But it was not until he entered the Bank of England and came into contact with the most advanced financial theories at that time that people realized what level of talent this so-called "quite talented" was.
Let's put it this way. According to Ru Wang's records, this senior commissioner would contact Yan Donglou every three days to brief him on the latest progress of collecting the compensation. The more they contacted, the more fear Ru Wang felt. He could almost clearly feel how the other party was devouring the bank's hundreds of years of financial experience at an alarming speed. He could keenly perceive the greed of a whale sucking water, so much so that he could not help but lament in his diary:
[…God bears witness!] Fortunately, this "minister" named Yan is only devoted to the Chinese imperial court and has no intention of expanding his glittering and great cause; otherwise, those damn bankers would have abandoned us like corks and kneeled down to kiss Yan Donglou's boots.
Every time I meet this person, I can't stop regretting, and even feel terrified - yes, I can perhaps gain huge benefits from this negotiation; but for this benefit, I have to pass on all my banking experience to this dangerous genius, scary figure, uncontrollable bomb... We all know that finance is essentially the science of vampires; before he came into contact with finance, this person had already mastered the skills of bloodsucking without a teacher. Once he is allowed to absorb the experience of bankers over the past few hundred years, what kind of monster will he raise?
...May God have mercy!
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The "glittering career" here refers to Yan Donglou's other part-time job, which was to be responsible for the selection and enthronement of the highest leaders of the Japanese religious community; and in the process of Yan's enthronement of the "Emperor", later generations can easily experience the almost fearful awe of Confucianism.
When he first took over, Yan Donglou was just doing routine operations like collecting money and selling places. But after gaining exposure to the financial experience of banks, I became more knowledgeable and my knowledge improved dramatically. In the first few years after taking over, Yan Donglou introduced new innovations, such as the loan pre-sale system, the auction system, and the small-amount krypton gold system, which covered almost everything from top to bottom - for small sects with insufficient assets, they could use real estate and mines as collateral and take out a thirty-year loan in exchange for a respected position; for the prestigious Buddhist sects, they deliberately packaged the gimmicks of "Supreme Dharma King" and "Imperial Nomination", and conducted auctions through bidding, with the highest bidder winning; even emerging small sects with insufficient assets and unable to even afford a down payment could try their luck in krypton gold - as long as sixty-eight taels of silver were available, they could get a ten-pull bonus. Are you sure you don't want to try it?
They used a variety of methods, doing everything from top to bottom; they exhausted all their efforts, covering everything. Their plundering was so meticulous and sophisticated that even the merchants passing by were dumbfounded, calling it "the blue sky is three feet high". At that time, there was a ballad sung back and forth, praising it:
"Looking for peas in the crop of a quail, chopping the tender meat from the legs of a heron, and extracting fat from the belly of a mosquito, all thanks to Mr. Yan!"
Yes, “Thanks to Mr. Yan”! The Bank of England worked hard to monitor the customs, and after more than ten years of hard work, it only made a total profit of five million taels; this was the result of increased efficiency due to technological advances. During Yan Donglou's mere nine-year term, he managed to squeeze more than 12 million taels from the Japanese - based on data from previous years, this was the fiscal revenue of Japan for a full forty years!
Compared with such tactics, how could a bank executive like Ruwang not feel terrified and sincerely remorseful? ,
It turns out that being a financial vampire also requires talent. Compared with the young cabinet minister, Ruwang is indeed three points inferior. As he said, if Yan Donglou really wanted to develop in the financial field, he would not be able to dream of the position of chairman of the board of directors of the East India Company. 】
Master Feixuan frowned.
After being influenced by the heavenly book for a long time, he has developed a certain ability, which is to bypass the large number of inexplicable words and quickly extract the core of the article. And now, he activated this ability and captured the key:
First, Yan Fenyi’s son is good at making money; second, Yan Fenyi’s son can help him make a lot of money in the future.
——Why didn’t you say it earlier!
To some extent, Master Feixuan still had great trust in the father and son of the Yan family - of course, this trust was not based on loyalty, but on character; shameless characters like Yan Fenyi and Yan Donglou were truly condemned by everyone, and after leaving the protection of the imperial power, even passing dogs would urinate on them. Therefore, the emperor could rest assured to let them control the cabinet and financial power without worrying about any power grab or other incidents. The only thing that can be worried about is that these two people, father and son, have made too much money, causing chaos in the court and destroying the order, and even causing the true monarch to be unable to rest in peace.
But now, Yan Dang’s last flaw has been made up. These two father and son are doing whatever they want in the Central Plains. If they fail to do it right, they may incite a popular uprising and force the soldiers to rebel, and hang the emperor on the crooked tree. But if they change their thinking and let Yan Donglou display his rare talent in Japan... even if they scrape Japan's land to the sky, can the Japanese pirates still swim across the strait and take a bite of the emperor?
Garbage is a resource placed in the wrong place. These words are truly true.
The emperor's thoughts raced, and he had secretly made up his mind to summon Yan Fenyi to the palace tonight to give him a dinner and discuss the profit sharing issue. He is not Emperor Gaozu, and he can tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. As long as the division is appropriate, the matter can be discussed in detail.
[Of course, institutional innovation alone cannot demonstrate Yan Donglou's talent (in fact, the Bank of England quickly moved the auction system and krypton gold system over exactly, which made the Central Plains very dissatisfied and kept accusing the British of being immoral). What really reflects his talent is Yan Donglou's keen insight into the essence of finance. Judging from the existing data, in the second year after the introduction of the loan system, Yan Donglou had already begun to think about a great question:
"How can we determine the interest and term of the loan so that we can squeeze out all the profits before the person dies?"
Of course, squeezing out profits is the dream of all bankers; but unlike the previous greed that was limited to intuition, Yan Donglou was keenly aware that the risks and terms of lending can actually be quantified.
——To put it simply, the essence of financial problems is actually mathematical problems.
It may seem an understatement now, but in the early days of the Age of Discovery, during the dark ages when mankind was lost and chaotic, no matter how this issue was described, it would not be enough to exhaust its significance. History often relies on critical decisions, and Yan Donglou made the most appropriate decision at the right time - after long and fruitless thinking, he jointly invested with the Muguo Mansion and the court to offer a reward of 10,000 taels of silver for the solution to the problem; and this practice has continued for a long time, which is the predecessor of the later "Jinling Award".
That’s right, as the highest award in the field of mathematics and physics, the birth of the “Jinling Award” was actually not very decent.
Of course, Yan’s influence is not limited to this. During his nine years in power, in order to intensify mining to obtain gold and silver, Yan Donglou also invested heavily in the fields of chemistry and physics, greatly promoting the progress of industrialization - to be honest, if Hai Gangfeng was a strong promoter of the textile industry; then Yan Donglou was undoubtedly the earliest angel investor in the mining and chemical heavy industries; without a series of technological innovations such as the amalgam silver mining method and the steam crusher, even with Yan Donglou's talent, he would not have been able to scrape out 12 million taels of silver; the brand-new technology created wealth, and Yan Donglou's genius brain ensured that every penny of the wealth was collected. It couldn't be a match made in heaven.
In general, the wealth that Yan Donglou plundered almost immediately stabilized the prospects of the Jiayin Reform and dealt a heavy blow to the conservatives; he proved to everyone with eloquent facts that external expansion was not only profitable, but also incredibly profitable; thus, the last shackles that trapped the reform were also destroyed, and no one could argue in the face of silver.
To some extent, this is probably the reason why Ruwang feels fear. In order to obtain high profits and a sufficient market, he personally taught the most valuable experience to the Chinese people, and witnessed with his own eyes how Yan put his knowledge into practice, innovated, and grew into an irresistible ultimate monster - if China is a sleeping lion, then he undoubtedly unlocked the cage with his own hands and let the lion smell the freshest blood.
Would this be a good thing? Ruwang didn't know the answer. 】
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