Five hundred years of national destiny! The whole sentence was like a bomb that blew up Xiao Letian's head. Even he, a time traveler, did not dare to have such fantasies and extravagant hopes, but he did not expect that the politicians born in this era would have such arrogant ideals.
"Arrogant! You are so arrogant! When I, Xiao Letian, become the emperor, can I bring about the national destiny of the Chinese for five hundred years? Comparing with the prosperous Tang Dynasty? Let me go, have you drunk too much? No, no, no, you must be carrying it I'm taking drugs, right..."
Wang Huaiyuan ignored Xiao Letian's ridicule and still said firmly, "To be honest, we are all smart people. You should know whether what I said is right or not!"
"What is the rightful name? What is the Zhengshuo of the dynasty? What matters is how many difficulties this dynasty can lead the people to overcome and how many enemies they defeat. The more victories you give them, the richer their lives will be. Then the legitimacy of your dynasty, The righteous reputation is more valuable!"
"Is it the aspiration of all the Han people in the world to drive out the enemy the Tartars? If you succeed in leading them, how much righteousness will it gain for you?"
"Leading China to advance from agricultural civilization to industrial civilization. If this task is completed, how much more can you increase the value of Zhengshuo?"
"Gather the strength of the entire Chinese race, overcome all hardships, and lead our race towards the deep blue ocean, so that our Chinese race can start the Age of Discovery and truly reap the dividends of the ocean. How many points does this give you?"
"And your in-depth colonization plan to expand the territory for my Han family men and compete for more living space. How much prestige do you think you have increased?"
"Instead of citing those huge examples, let's talk about the Nanyang you have deeply developed! At this moment, the rice in Nanyang has begun to continuously nourish the people on the mainland. Beijing, even the entire Zhili and Jiangnan, why in the past two years Rice prices never rise?"
"Without the food supplement from Nanyang, how many bowls of food can you think the people under the Qing Dynasty can have?"
Wang Huaiyuan had tears in his eyes at this moment, "Not all people in the world are numb! Just because you can solve the problem of food and clothing for the Chinese people, so that the poor people will not starve to death! You have already accumulated great virtue!"
Tears welled up in his eyes. Wang Ju was completely crazy at this moment. He screamed and squeezed out the last bit of air in his lungs.
“If all these things are done and God doesn’t give my Chinese a five-hundred-year prosperous age...then this thief God...must die!
"You have to die! You have to die! You have to die... For five thousand years in China, no founding emperor has been able to achieve such feats as you, and no one can dominate Europa!"
"If you can't build a prosperous dynasty for five hundred years! Then...then what hope do we have for the future of the Chinese people? Tell me what hope we have!"
At that moment, not only Wang Huaiyuan was roaring, but also the distant Ryukyu, Xiao Hexin and Sakamoto Ryoma who were already drunk in the wolf cave were also roaring.
"If Xiao Letian cannot ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, if he cannot usher in the 500-year prosperity of the Chinese nation, then the future of the Chinese nation is destined to be desperate!"
"How many more Xiao Letian can God give birth to? The essence of the mountains and the earth is condensed here. I am afraid that without five hundred years of accumulation, such a leader would not be born!"
"What a hero! If he can't lead the Chinese nation to rise, if he can't create a prosperous dynasty for our Chinese nation, then what hope do we have? How could there be a more powerful and lucky hero born?"
"So, no matter what price we pay, even if it means using our life and blood to remonstrate! We must let the head of state ascend to the throne! This time Wang Huaiyuan personally stabbed Xiao Letian in hand-to-hand combat, just to force the head of state to nowhere. Back to the corner!"
"If Wang Huaiyuan fails! You and I should be prepared to risk our lives to remonstrate with him!"
Sakamoto Ryoma and Xiao Hexin bumped their wine glasses together, raised their heads and drank the wine. The mouths were extremely spicy and bloody, because it was the blood wine made by the two of them who had just cut their wrists and pricked their blood.
"The sky is up, the earth is down! If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent! Lao Wang, try your best. If you fail, we will use our lives to fight!"
"Damn it! Tell Ito Hirobumi to work hard! The funds have been allocated to him. If it's not enough, let him go to the old shopkeeper Fan Lian. That's the prince's grandfather, and all his properties will belong to the prince from now on!"
"Work hard for me, and raise all the outstanding talents from Fuso, Korea, Nanyang, Ryukyu, China... especially! I need to select a group of babies of similar age for the prince, and start raising them from now on!"
"Fu Yin'er must have his own direct line, the strongest direct line!"
Xiao Hexin burst into tears, "Damn it! China has been suffering for so many years! Hundreds of years of humiliation and suppression finally brought out Xiao Letian, the hero who turned the world around! You still want to run? I'll let you run... you die He must die on the Chinese throne!"
"Xiao Letian! Wake up! China has no time to waste any more, there is no time! If you fail, it will take hundreds of years to gather such luck and so many elites again..."
The Emperor's faction launched a full-scale attack, with both east and west fronts blossoming. Xiao Letian was completely cornered and he could no longer hide.
Xiao Hexin is the chief of staff of the Chinese ethnic group, Wang Huaiyuan is the head of the CIA, and Ryoma Sakamoto is a progressive man who opened his eyes to the world before Xiao Letian... The game these people played together, no matter how cunning Xiao Letian is, is There is no way to escape.
Xiao Letian, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Wang Huaiyuan with his hair and beard spread out in front of him, glaring angrily. This was the first time that someone had taken away his momentum.
The principles of the Imperialists are indeed very deceptive. Xiao Letian also knew that this kind of thinking was still very popular in the mid-19th century. This is the cultural atmosphere in which they grew up. Not only they but also hundreds of millions of people also grew up in this ideological system.
Xiao Letian knew very well that even if he ascended the throne, every member of the Chinese clan would only raise their hands in approval, and the shouts of long live would be even crazier than that of the Manchus.
It is even possible that under the leadership of a powerful emperor like himself, the Chinese nation can really develop rapidly for decades!
But what about the future? Are they really as optimistic as Wang Huaiyuan and the others think? Is there really a 500-year-old Guo Zuo?
"Old Wang! What do you want me to say? Let's not talk about this topic today, okay? It's already one o'clock in the morning, and we have to prepare for the ceremony at five o'clock tomorrow..."
"No!" Such a game carefully arranged by Wang Huaiyuan finally forced Xiao Letian into a corner. How could he let him go so easily.
"I have to make a clear explanation today! Let me tell you frankly, if you still pass the buck this time and play tricks... then wait until we return to China again!"
"What's waiting for you is... a fatal remonstrance! If you dare, kill everyone in our Emperor's faction right now! You don't need to kill, hahaha... Then we will do it ourselves!"
"If you want to evade responsibility, then we won't play with you! We don't want to see the final collapse of the Chinese nation, so we might as well die early and take it easy!"
"You..." Xiao Le jumped up from his chair and pointed at Wang Huaiyuan, his whole arm trembling.
