Where is the emperor turning over his cards?

 "Zhang Menglong, you are at a big loss! If you fall in love so early, you are giving up a forest for a tree!" Wang Ling was envious and a little regretful. If it were him, he would have to get a kidney tonight. Exhaustion is inevitable, who can withstand this!

 Although every girlfriend of Wang Ling is an Internet celebrity, according to Eastern aesthetic standards, they are definitely beauties. However, compared with these princesses, not to mention their figure and appearance, their temperament has been completely blown away. When you stop here, your eyes will be involuntarily directed towards the princesses wearing work clothes.

 The temperament developed since childhood is not comparable to that of an acquired upstart. For example, Zhang Menglong is obviously the richest man in the world, but he has lived an ordinary life since he was a child, so that now he has some Diaosi, I don't know what his parents think.

 "You know nothing, what we call true love, you are just greedy for other people's bodies!" Zhang Mengyu felt that talking about relationships with someone like Wang Ling was like playing the piano to a cow!

 "Mr. Zhang, you must be tired from the journey today. Let me take you to your room first." Scrooge waved to the housekeeper of the manor, "Forsted, find someone to take Mr. Zhang's guests to his room." room."

 "Please come with me, both of you." The middle-aged man named Fuside said politely to Wang Ling.

 The sky was indeed already very dark. Wang Ling also had his own plans for tomorrow and went to rest with his girlfriend in his arms.

 "Let's go rest too," Zhang Menglong took Lu Yiyao's hand.

 "You two are coming with me," Scrooge personally led the way, leading Zhang Mengyu and the two of them towards the elevator.

 Although this castle is a building from the middle of the last century, it has been repaired and remodeled many times. It not only has a unique European historical style, but also has a modern and civilized atmosphere.

 This castle has a total of eight floors, almost every time it is more than 3,000 square meters. Zhang Mengyu still remembers that the teaching building in his high school only had four floors, which shows how majestic the building is.

 "What are these?" Zhang Mengyu arrived on the eighth floor and walked along the bright corridor towards a room at the end.

 On both sides of the corridor, there are densely packed photos hanging. Some of these photos are in color, but most are in black and white, and they are all full of traces of history.

 "These are the photos your grandfather brought when he moved into this fortress. Of course, there are also some photos your father added later," Skrow said.

 "Who are these people?" In some of the photos, in addition to Zhang Mengyu's grandfather, there are many unfamiliar faces. They all have flattering expressions, nodding and bowing, as if they were the humblest servants.

 "These are some precious scenes recorded by your grandfather when he was sweeping Europe," Skrow said. "Every time he conquered a country, he would have people record the scene when the master of the country surrendered to him. There are a total of them here. 52 photos."

 "52 photos?" Zhang Mengyu looked confused, "I remember that during that period, there should be only more than thirty countries and regions in Europe, right? How come there are so many photos?" Although Zhang Mengyu has no history

 , Okay, but some things still have some impressions in his mind. Even now, there are only more than 40 countries in Europe.

 "At that time, there were indeed 52 countries," Skrow said, "but after your grandfather's sweep, there were only 36 left." "No way?

 He destroyed other countries? Isn't that what he said? No one died in a battle?" Zhang Mengyu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. If his grandfather was such a dictator, it would be too terrible.

 It doesn't matter if people are rich and powerful, and they do some outstanding things, but there are still some bottom lines. Even if those countries invade China, at least those people are innocent, and not every soldier has done something unforgivable.

 "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood," Skrow quickly explained, "To destroy a country, you don't have to kill people!" "

 Then what should we do?" This touched upon Zhang Mengyu's knowledge blind spot, even the entire country Erased from history, how could this be done without killing people?

 "At that time, there were indeed some hard-core countries that were unwilling to surrender, but your grandfather was not a murderous person, so he thought of some very special methods." "What method?" "What do you think is necessary for a

 country

 ? , what is the most important?" Skrow said.

 "The national flag, some representative buildings, and some culture." Zhang Mengyu replied.

 "Yes, so your grandfather destroyed these things in those countries," Skrow explained. "He took planes and tanks directly into the political centers of those countries, and then forcibly took everyone out. , and then used bombs and tanks to directly demolish their National Council building!" "

 I...I'll give it a try..." Zhang Mengyu admitted that his grandfather's imagination and creativity were unmatched by many in the world. A person who can be compared with him, this saucy operation is simply unimaginable even if you want to go bald!

 "Have you ever heard of burning books and harassing Confucian scholars?"

 "Well, Qin Shihuang did this after he unified the six countries." Zhang Mengyu still knew this basic knowledge.

 "Your grandfather burned all the codes of those countries, leaving only the original editions as his collection. If one loses the National Council building and those documents, the country's faith has collapsed in half." "But

 still There are people, as long as there are people here, these are not problems, everything can be done again." "

 It happens that your grandfather found a coal mine in Africa at that time, and a large number of coal miners were needed to mine the coal..." "

 My grandfather Won't those leaders who resist to the end be sent directly to Africa to dig coal?" Zhang Mengyu had already guessed the final result.

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 "Yes, that's it," when he said this, Scrooge suddenly felt helpless. The Zhang family's thoughts always made people shudder. We all have lumbar discs, why is Xing Zhang so prominent?

 Now Zhang Mengyu finally knows why there are only more than thirty countries left. The National Council is gone, the legal documents are gone, and the faith has collapsed in half. In the end, even the leaders were sent to Africa to dig coal. In this way Does the country still have a meaning to exist?

 "So, the lands of those countries were slowly annexed, or some new independent countries were later born," Skrow pointed to one of the rows of photos. "These are the presidents who were sent to dig coal." "No wonder

 they They all have a Sima look," Zhang Menglong burst into laughter.

 "By the way, where is the toilet?" Zhang Mengyu suddenly felt something about to come out of his bladder.

 "You walk forward 50 meters, turn left, walk another 20 meters, turn right again, and walk about 30 meters and you'll be there." "...

 I suspect that everyone here has urinary stones, such a big house , will you die if you build more toilets?" Zhang Menglong hurriedly ran towards the toilet.

 "This..." Scrooge was speechless. He hadn't finished speaking yet. There was a toilet in Zhang Mengyu's room, the one at the end of the corridor. Was he too impatient?

 "Huh! It's great!" Zhang Mengyu shook his body. Listening to stories here is simply a joke. Although these stories are long and smelly, it really makes people feel uncomfortable all over if they don't finish listening to them.

 But as soon as Zhang Menglong walked out of the toilet, he was stunned.

 I saw a row of women standing at the door of the toilet, at least twenty or so. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to be princesses from European royal families.

 "You...what are you going to do?" Seeing this formation, Zhang Mengyu couldn't help but take a few steps back.

 "Dear Mr. Zhang, this is the key to my room. I live in Room 27. I hope I can have the honor to spend a pleasant night with you during your stay in Europe." "This..." Zhang Mengyu said

 instinctively After taking the key, there was a faint fragrance on the key.

 "Mr. Zhang, my name is Clark Steele. I'm in room 79. I'm waiting for your arrival at any time." "

 Mr. Zhang, my name is Sahil. I... I know everything... I... I'm in room 172 Room number."

 ...

 A moment later, Zhang Mengyu had already grabbed more than 20 keys in his hand.

 "Fuck..." Zhang Mengyu looked at the keys and cried and laughed, "This is basically asking me to imitate the emperor in turning over the cards!"