Maybe Wang Dong was right. Showing the video to Zhao Ji could only create the illusion of a charlatan. Once it threatened Zhao Ji's imperial power, he would find ways to cut off the threat.
However, Zhang Shixun felt that he could no longer hesitate. At the current pace, he might not be able to make a name for himself even if he worked his whole life.
It is time to take action. First, deal with Zhao Ji temporarily and then get some privileges from him.
As for the future, we will take it one step at a time. There will always be a way when we reach the mountain.
Before he knew it, Zhang Shixun had arrived at the Yellow River embankment. Looking at the mighty Yellow River, his heart was filled with emotions.
For thousands of years, the mother river has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and nourished generations of descendants of Yan and Huang.
"The wind is howling, the horses are neighing. The Yellow River is roaring! The Yellow River is roaring! The hills to the west of the river are towering. The sorghum to the east and north of the river is ripe..."
Zhang Shixun sang this song over and over again, with great ambition rising in his heart.
A real man standing in the world does not seek to be remembered for generations, but only seeks to be worthy of heaven and earth and not let down the heavens and the earth.
The current difficulties are nothing!
It's simply not worth mentioning.
When Zhang Shixun returned to Gao Laozhuang, Wang Dong saw how vigorous and high-spirited he looked and couldn't help but wonder, "Why is he so full of energy after just a stroll?"
"Stop talking nonsense, help me edit the video on my PDA, and then go back to the city to trick Zhao Ji."
"I wish you could just get back to the city." Wang Dong took the PDA and said, "To be honest, the world is peaceful without you around."
"I need videos about ancient wars, something exciting, like 'The Trojan Horse' or 'The Lord of the Rings'."
Wang Dong said, "I haven't heard of the movies you mentioned. But in our 33rd century, there are many movies about ancient wars."
As Wang Dong spoke, he found a movie to play. "Take a look at this. It's definitely a rare ancient war film. The scenes are grand and the shots are bloody."
Zhang Shixun watched for a moment, then suddenly pointed at the screen with a wicked smile, saying, "These grand and bloody war scenes would shock even me, let alone people of this era."
"That's true. The purpose of computer post-production is to create this kind of visual impact. However, you'd better control the scale and don't overdo it. If you scare Zhao Ji to death, the play will not be able to continue."
Seeing Zhang Shixun rubbing his hands and looking eager to try, Wang Dong began to worry about Zhao Ji.
"If watching the video can scare him to death, then so be it. It's precisely because no one scares him that Zhao Ji is so absurd; it's precisely because he has no scruples that he misleads the country and the people. For such a person, if you scare him lightly, he won't care. Only by scaring him hard enough will he be able to behave himself."
The two of them rummaged through the computer for a long time, found a few movies, edited the relevant clips, and played them again.
"Just wait and see. This time I'm going to act like an immortal, fool that old bastard Zhao Ji, and firmly grasp the military power of the First Army. I'm going to build a strong army before the Jin soldiers attack the Song Dynasty."
Wang Dong said, "Forget it. An army that has never experienced war cannot become an iron army."
Zhang Shixun put his hand on his shoulder, full of confidence: "I just need them to be disciplined and obey orders. With you, a super plug-in, as their backing, they will definitely become an iron army."
On the third night, in the study of Liang Mansion.
Zhang Shixun arrived early and was sitting in Liang Shicheng's study drinking tea.
Zhao Ji came hurriedly with a group of guards.
"Zhang Shixun, can I see the heavenly book today?" Zhao Ji stepped into the study.
"Shh...!" Zhang Shixun raised his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.
Zhao Ji understood and asked again in a low voice.
Zhang Shixun closed the study door, bolted it, turned around and came to Zhao Ji. He whispered to Zhao Ji, "I wonder if Your Majesty is respecting the Heaven?"
"Needless to say, I respect the heaven, the earth and my ancestors. This heart can be expressed to the heaven and the earth." Zhao Ji pointed to the sky and drew the earth, showing his utmost piety.
"If I let you read the Heavenly Book, I would be violating Heaven's will and revealing Heaven's secrets. I am destined to be punished by Heaven. Therefore, Your Majesty, please do not betray my unwavering loyalty."
Zhao Ji was deeply moved. He stretched out his "dragon claw" to touch his shoulder and said, "I swear to heaven that I will treat you well."
Zhang Shixun nodded, carefully took out the PDA from his arms, held it in both hands and placed it in the middle of the desk. He said to Zhao Ji, "Your Majesty, please pay your respects to the Heavenly Book. Whether the Heavenly Book can be opened depends on your sincerity."
Zhao Ji bowed to the cell phone very respectfully, with an extremely respectful attitude.
After he finished his salute, Zhang Shixun walked forward and pressed the power button, and the screen suddenly lit up.
The startup music sounded, and Zhao Ji heard the pleasant music and involuntarily knelt down with a "thump".
In order to cooperate with him, Zhang Shixun had to kneel down with him.
After logging into the system on the PDA, Zhang Shixun said to Zhao Ji with a serious face, "Your Majesty, the contents of the Heavenly Book are random. I don't know what I've opened. Whatever it is, it is a revelation from Heaven to you. You must understand it carefully and not disobey. Otherwise, you will be punished by Heaven."
"I know." Zhao Ji looked at the lit screen and licked his lips.
"Your Majesty, the skylight has been opened for you. Please enjoy the fairyland first." Zhang Shixun officially began to fool people.
The computer wallpaper is a dynamic landscape, with blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and a small wooden house in the distance, all shrouded in mist and clouds...
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