C1912 A hundred years of luck could actually be explained this way?

"I disagree with part of it …"

Just as Xiao Letian and the Director Wang was deep in thought, Shang Tai's voice suddenly sounded from behind them. Turning their heads to look, they realised that Shang Tai had sneaked behind them at some point in time.

Shang Tai was the first Ancient Sovereign King to successfully integrate with the Chinese. His entire family life was on the line, and even his royal family clan had to rely on the Hidden Dragon Project to survive.

There was no need to mention the loyalty of such a person, so with such a powerful security order around Xiao Letian, King Shang Tai's safety was even higher than that of Tongzhi.

For example, if Zai Chun had snuck up on Xiao Letian's secret conversation, the guards would immediately warn the leader about it. Even if it was just a slight coughing, they would still have to do it.

Only King Shang Tai enjoyed a unique listening power. Xiao Letian had told him before that unless he himself reminded him beforehand, Shang Tai would be able to listen in on his conversation.

This was truly an amazing privilege. With this power, King Shang Tai was able to learn more about Xiao Letian's concept of governance and was slowly able to come into contact with the leader's unique majestic mental world.

Today was the same. Although the unique explanation of civilization made Shang Tai feel extremely excited, he, who had the ability to think independently, also had his own point of view.

"Master, it's really difficult for a low level civilization to survive. Due to the lack of outstanding talents within their own civilization and the weak knowledge system, they have lost the right to interpret history and the current era …"

"Yes, the same thing. Whoever controls the right of interpretation will have the advantage, for example, the 120,000 bones under the canal. As Egypt does not have many intellectuals, the right to interpret this tragic case can only be controlled by the westerner …"

"Occasionally one or two Egyptian scholars try to provoke a debate on this topic, but they are also the first to be held back by Western scholars... If there are no more people and no more powerful people, the Egyptians will be defeated in the debate, and so will not be able to form a consensus of hatred among the entire Egyptian people... "

"Am I right?" Shang Tai asked.

Xiao Letian nodded his head, "That's right, when Egypt loses the right to speak, even under the pressure of the West, no one in the Egyptian classroom will talk about the tragedy at the Canal. Then, no one will talk or let the West speak nonsense, and it won't even take ten years for the Egyptians to forget everything!"

"This is what I meant by the tragedy of a low level civilization. Because they are not strong enough, the people can only reluctantly pursue the lowest survival needs. The vast majority of the people can only pursue food and clothing and basic survival rights for their families …" there is no energy to invest in spiritual thinking and pursuing... "

"So they don't think about history, nor about the future, nor about how their people should be rich and powerful on this earth … This is their sorrow! "

"A mother with milk is a mother. The massacre fifty years ago can be easily forgotten, and the only thing that matters is the small favor the murderer has given you. It's in their interest that a high civilization would hope for a low civilization to survive like this …"

Shang Tai nodded his head heavily, "That's right, grandfather was killed by the killer, but grandson still needs to live under him, this is the sorrow of a weak civilization!"

"So the master decided that a civilization like Egypt was bound to give up its right to revenge itself, which meant that the French colonization of Egypt would endure?"

Xiao Letian was startled. "What do you want to say? "How dare you say …"

Shang Tai raised his head and looked at the sand sea on the two sides under the starry sky, looking at those desert villages that were emitting a faint light, "I do not think so! "Although there is indeed a case of a low civilization forgetting history, hatred is an innate gift of humans. Bloodlust will not be forever suppressed!"

"History is like a wheel. If there is a high point, there is a low point. The culture of civilization in front of the National Aura also revolves like a wheel. Now that the Western Civilization has reached a high point, could it be that it will forever be at the highest point?"

"There will be a day when the powerful men of Tang will also fall, and the Ancient Rome's civilization will also end up in the hands of the non-humans, so will the Western Civilization be able to defy the laws of nature? Right now, their luck is flourishing, and they can suppress the resistance of all the races around the world, but I don't believe that they can suppress it for a hundred years, for two hundred years! "

"There will always be a day when these low civilizations get their revenge, and sooner or later the colonists will be wiped out... When that day comes, these tragic cases will all be turned around and become fuel for the flames of vengeance, all the way until the flames of vengeance burn down the Western Civilization's palace … "

"There will definitely be retribution between heaven and earth! The truth of the universe is change. No one can live for a thousand years, and no one can be stepped on forever! "

Seeing King Shang Tai's firm words, Xiao Letian was overjoyed and couldn't help but exclaim inwardly: "Good, good. To think that you could think so deeply about it … It seems like the seeds that I planted in the hearts of these disciples have slowly taken root.

"Very good, then let me ask you, how long do you think this trend will take? It's good to be able to judge the general situation. Then, can you calculate how long it will take for the national destiny to turn around? "

A single sentence stunned King Shang Tai, "I … I, I, I... I can't! But I think Master, you've revealed the answer in your words before! "

"Hmm? "I've revealed the answer …" Xiao Letian was startled.

"Yes!" You have said more than once that the Hu people do not have 100 years of luck, although the Qing Dynasty is a beast race that has lived for more than 200 years, but you have also analyzed that the Qing Dynasty's national luck is sustained by stealing from the Chinese people's luck …

"Especially after Hong Yang's chaos, Qing Dynasty could only rely more on Chinese warlord and Chinese warlord. Since they had formed an alliance, Qing Dynasty could borrow national destiny from her allies, which was why she has these 200 years of Great Qing …"

"The lessons of history have taught us that those foreign races who do not form alliances with our Chinese civilization will not live past a hundred years. Meng Yuan is like this, and many foreign invaders in history are the same.

"Now that the Western Civilization is here, from the day of the British invasion, I think a hundred years is enough! The English came in 1840, and gave him a hundred years to be arrogant, and 1940 was their doom! "

With a pu sound, half of Xiao Letian's cigarette was choked in his throat, and he immediately coughed out everything he had, to the point where his tears and snot were flowing out.

"You … How the hell are you supposed to think about this? "Can you even use brute force like that?"