No matter how long the night is, there is a time when it passes, Xiao Lotian depicts the future world to his descendants, as if a corner has been lifted on the curtain of time, and Hyotaro and others are all dumbfounded.

On this night, Xiao Lotian boldly predicted the change of the country's political system in the future, and he showed everyone a grand scene of the rapid advance of capital.

In the world of the future, the relationship between countries will become extremely complex, and the principle of black and white, friend or foe, in the Middle Ages, will be completely abandoned.

Perhaps there is a war between the two countries, but at the same time, the underground capital has chosen to unite by hiding the identity of the holder.

The world may be divided into different camps, but no one can stop multinational corporations from standing on the edge of hatred and conflict to expand their wealth.

One day, a multinational corporation will have the power of a medium power, and a company will be able to fight a war of no small intensity on its own.

What's more, capital will set up borderless organizations to search for elites around the world, and control the world invisibly in the dark world underground, in corners that are not well known to the people.

Everything is possible, countless crowns are rolling to the dust, the kingdoms of the medieval world are collapsing, and the colonies are in smoke!

Capitalist democracies will abandon the monarchy in favor of the constitution and parliament, and feudalism will be swept into the dustbin.

And behind all of this is the power of capital, and there are not many people who really study capital and politics together in this era.

Xiao Lotian is counted as one, and the other real god is currently spending his poor and unbearable years of exile in London, England.

As he spoke, Xiao Letian suddenly fell silent, and no one in the room dared to ask him, because everyone saw the loneliness and confusion in Xiao Letian's eyes, and even some entanglements in it.

He looked out of the porthole and looked west, his mouth whispering, "Do you want to see him? It's so tangled, what can I say when I see him?"

No one knows who Xiao Letian is talking about, but everyone knows that once the Führer's eyes fall into such a blurred state, then please don't disturb him anymore, it is his own spiritual world.

After a sleepless night, when the east revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, the latest news finally came from Port Said, and after five hours of arduous negotiations, Britain's Major General Jason finally ordered the withdrawal of troops.

Thanks to the blessing of the Chinese, the British also got an apology, after all, there were also British soldiers who were accidentally injured during the shelling, and the combined fleet was one, and the trouble of the Chinese was of course the trouble of the British.

However, although the apology statement was in his hands, Jason's compensation and garrison requirements were categorically rejected by Counselor Raku, and in Laku's heart, it was no problem to give a little concession to the Chinese, because sooner or later the emperor would free up his hands to clean up Xiao Letian, the bastard.

With the strong strength of France, as long as the Prussian crisis is solved, then the Chinese can be wiped out in minutes, and everything Xiao Letian eats today will be spit out a hundred times in the future.

But the British can't, these greedy people entrenched in the British Isles are too difficult to deal with, and it won't take long for you to tear a hole in them if you give them a smitch.

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

Do you still want the right to garrison troops? Dream on, today the British garrison 800, tomorrow they will dare to find an excuse to increase the number of troops by 8,000.

In Raku's eyes, the British are the henchmen, and the Chinese are just scabies.

Although Jason is not a diplomat, he also understands that seeking control of the Suez Canal is not achieved overnight, and being able to get an apology statement gives the politicians in the country a pretext, which is already a great credit.

Jason was originally a military general, and it was a rare windfall to be able to make such a big contribution in a non-war period, which will leave a rich mark on his future career.

This kind of credit is too important, and perhaps Jason will be accepted by the civilian politicians in London, and eventually become a high-ranking official with civil and military talents.

It's so cool to think about it, Jason feels more and more that Xiao Lotian is his lucky star, although the experience of this escort is turbulent, but the benefits he has received are really not old.

The complacent Jason ordered the whole army to retreat, and at the same time respectfully asked the Emperor and the Führer of the Great Qing Kingdom when they were going to set sail, and said that if the Emperor and the Führer were willing to stay a few more days, he could order the fleet to anchor in Port Said for a few more days.

Of course, Xiao Lotian will not leave here immediately, because Ikram's brother is on his way to Port Said, which is a pawn that Xiao Lotian has laid in the Middle East.

It is not clear how important this chess piece is now, but the desert of the Middle East is very important, and the oil industry will rise on this land sooner or later.

In the warm sea breeze in the early morning, Xiao Letian leaned on the railing and watched boats of British soldiers begin to return to the battleship, holding a huge meat bun in his mouth, and Xiang Ying next to him holding a cup of hot soy milk.

The master and apprentice had not slept all night but were still in good spirits, and it was no wonder that they were not in a good mood to be able to dig out such a large piece of meat from the French.

Xiao Lotian swallowed the meat buns wrapped by the top Su Dian master in two bites, took the soy milk and drank a beautiful breath.

"Ah...... Career is really a man's stimulant, and this feeling of success is like a drug...... How's it going, what's the catch?"

It's rare to be able to chat with the master alone, how can Xiang Ying not seize the opportunity to ask the "master...... I have some new considerations about the capital you talked about last night......"

"Say...... Anyway, we don't have any important tasks to accomplish before Brother Ikram comes, I'll give you time!"

Xiang Ying immediately became excited: "I just want to ask the master one question, is it really impossible for capitalism to grow in the budding of the Southern Song Dynasty and ......the late Ming Dynasty?

Xiao Letian's hand shook as if he realized what Xiang Ying was about to say, but he didn't stop his apprentice, but nodded, "Tell me what you think!"

Xiang Ying said excitedly, "At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Donglin Party in the Jiangnan region was powerful, but unfortunately they did not seize the historical opportunity to form their own army.

"Whether it's the emperor of the Ming Dynasty or the leader of the Tartars, as long as you cut off a few heads and spread the ...... in all directions."

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