C2001 Early morning in Port Said

No matter how long the night was, there would still be a time when Xiao Letian would be painting a picture of the future world to his direct line of descendants. It was as if a corner of the curtain of time had been lifted and Bing Tai and the others couldn't help but be stupefied.

That night, Xiao Letian boldly prophesied the future changes in the country's government. He showed the audience a grand scene of a capital surge.

In the future world, the relationship between countries would become abnormally complicated. The principle of Middle Age being neither black nor white was completely abandoned.

Perhaps the two countries were at war, but at the same time, the underground capital concealed the identity of the owners and chose to join forces.

Perhaps the world will be divided into different camps, but no one can prevent transnational corporations from expanding their wealth space in the face of hatred and conflict.

There would even be a day when a multinational would have a moderate power, and a single company would be able to fight a war of no small magnitude on its own.

Moreover, the capital would form a borderless organization, gathering elites around the world. In the dark underground world, in a corner that was not well-known to the public, it would take control of the world from the shadows.

Everything was possible. Countless crowns fell to the ground. The kingdoms of the Middle Ages were collapsing, and the colonization was taking place in all directions!

Capitalist democracies will abandon their monarchs and retain only their constitutions and parliaments. The feudal system will then be completely swept into the trash.

All of this was because of the power of capital. In this era, there were not many people who studied capital together with politics.

Xiao Letian was one, and another real god was currently living in London during his impoverished years of exile.

While talking, Xiao Letian suddenly became silent, and no one in the room dared to ask him, because they could all see the loneliness and confusion in Xiao Letian's eyes, and they were all conflicted.

He looked out the porthole to the west, his mouth muttering, "Want to see him?" What on earth could I say to him? "So what if you see it?"

No one knew who Xiao Letian was talking about, but everyone knew that once the leader's eyes sunk into such a blurry state, then please do not disturb him anymore. That was his own spiritual world.

He did not sleep the entire night. When the light of dawn shone from the east, the latest news came from the Port Said. After five hours of arduous negotiations, the British Major General Jie Sen finally gave the order to withdraw his troops.

Thanks to the good fortune of the Chinese, Britain also received a statement of apology. After all, some British soldiers had been accidentally injured during the artillery barrage.

Although he had the apology and declaration in his hands, Jie Sen's request to pay for the debt and to garrison troops was flatly rejected by the Counsellor. In La Ku's heart, it was not a problem to give in to the Chinese people, because the French Emperor would sooner or later give way to take care of this bastard Xiao Letian.

With the France's powerful strength, as long as they could solve the Prussian crisis, they could eliminate the Chinese race any minute. Today, everything that Xiao Letian had eaten would be spat out a hundred times more.

But not the British. These greedy people who occupy the British Isles are too difficult to deal with. If you give them a stitch, it won't take long to tear you apart.

Now they speak of canal security, and tomorrow they will say that the governor of Egypt is disrespectful to the queen, and then they will dare to invade Egypt.

You even want to garrison your troops? Dream on, today the British will garrison eight hundred troops, tomorrow they will find an excuse to add eight thousand troops.

In La Ku's eyes, only the British were a threat, and the Chinese were nothing but scabies.

Although Jie Sen was not a diplomat, he knew that seeking control of the Suez Canal was not an easy task.

Jie Sen was originally a martial general, to be able to contribute so much during times other than war, was already a rare unexpected gain, and would leave a rich legacy in his future career.

This kind of contribution was too important. Perhaps Jie Sen would be accepted by the civil officials and politicians of London, and eventually become a senior official of the civil and military standings.

The more Jie Sen thought about it, the more he felt that Xiao Letian was his lucky star. Although his trip there had been a lot of ups and downs, the benefits he had gained this time were not young or old.

The complacent Jie Sen ordered the entire army to retreat. At the same time, he respectfully asked Emperor of Great Qing Kingdom and the Head of the Guards when they were preparing to set sail, and indicated that if the Emperor and the Leader were willing to stay for a few more days, he could order the fleet to park in Port Said for a few more days.

Of course, Xiao Letian would not immediately leave this place, because Yi Kelamu's brother was currently on her way to the Port Said. This was a chess piece that Xiao Letian had casually laid down in the Middle East.

It was not clear how important this chess piece was, but the desert in the Middle East was important. Sooner or later, the oil industry would rise to prominence on this piece of land.

In the morning, under the warm sea breeze, Xiao Letian leaned on the railings as he watched the British soldiers returning back to the battleships, holding a huge meat bun in their mouths. Beside him, Xiang Ying held a cup of scalding soy milk for him.

They had not slept all night, but they were still in high spirits. It was strange that they were in a bad mood to be able to dig out such a large piece of meat from the French.

Xiao Letian quickly swallowed the top-grade Sesame Rice Bun meat bun into his stomach, then took a gulp of soy milk and breathed out a beautiful sigh of relief.

"Ah …" His career was indeed a man's stimulant. This feeling of success was like drugs … "How is it, did you get anything?"

It was rare to be able to chat with Master alone, so how could Xiang Ying not seize this opportunity to ask "Master … Last night, when you talked about capital, I had some new considerations... "

"Speak …" I'm listening! In any case, before Big Brother Yi Kelamu comes, we don't have any important mission to complete, so I'll give you some time! "

Xiang Ying immediately became excited, "I just want to ask Master a question. Is it really impossible for capitalism to sprout in the Southern Song and the Ming Dynasty? "I always feel that there is another option …"

Xiao Letian's hand trembled as if he had realized what Xiang Ying wanted to say, but he did not stop his disciple. Instead, he nodded and said, "Tell me what you think!"

Xiang Ying said excitedly, "At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Eastwoods faction in Jiangnan was very powerful, but unfortunately, they did not make use of this historical opportunity to form their own army. If at that time, the entire Jiangnan region could carry a leader, and gather the power of the citizens to head north!"

"Be it the Emperor of Da Ming or the leader of the Tataru, as long as I can cut off a few heads, it will spread far and wide …"