Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 132 I, Mo Yu, am optimistic about you, Han Fei
Time flies, and a day is gone in the blink of an eye.

In Xinzheng City, the news that the leader of the Mohist school and his disciples were coming to attend the King of Han's ceremony spread quickly throughout the city like wildfire.

This was not accidental, but the result of the various industries under the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce fueling the flames, especially the word of mouth of storytellers in teahouses, who exaggerated the incident vividly.

Inside the teahouse, the voices of the people were bustling, the aroma of tea and wine intertwined, and the storyteller stood on the high platform, holding the gavel, and slammed it with a "snap", saying loudly:
"It's said that Mozi's seventh-generation grandson, Mo Yu, led a hundred disciples into Xinzheng. Their march was unison, their momentum so powerful that even the city gate guards were sweating profusely! This man was not only a master of martial arts, but also a master of farming. He comprehended yin and yang, observed the celestial phenomena at night, and derived the twenty-four solar terms to teach the people. He is truly a sage of the Mohist school!"

The audience below the stage either sipped their tea or clapped their hands in applause, creating a lively atmosphere.

Although the storyteller's story was actually quite awkward, you can't deny that people in this era have no entertainment other than killing and fucking.

No matter how much this storyteller brags, there is a whole team of novelists behind him who write the manuscripts. There is still some useful information, but it is mixed with a lot of personal opinions.

Qin Shi Mo Yu has been working in this world for nearly ten years and he is not just sitting there doing nothing. Although he stayed in the Mo family's mechanical city and devoted himself to studying mechanical arts in the past few years, he started to show his skills after being kicked out to this broken place of South Korea to run Han Mo in 1955 or 1956.

After leveraging the power of Mohist forces in various places and integrating resources to piece together the initial business framework, he naturally did some things a time traveler should do.

For example, teahouses and storytellers that cater to the general public were not only an attempt to control public opinion, but also a means for him to win over novelists among the various schools of thought.

In this chaotic world where the strong will perish and the weak will die, some smaller branches among the hundreds of schools of thought are actually doing quite badly, the most typical of which are doctors and novelists.

Although it is one of the twelve major schools, its overall performance is not as good as the branches of other schools. It is both embarrassing and helpless.

Fortunately, the benevolent and kind commander-in-chief extended his hand of salvation to the weak.

In the private room on the third floor of the teahouse, Qin Shi Moyu sat by the windowsill, holding a cup of tea in his hand, taking a sip, his eyes swept over the bustling crowd outside the window, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Mo Jiayi, who was accompanying him, stood beside him in plain clothes, a hint of hesitation on his plain face. After a long pause, he finally spoke tactfully, "Commander, you're lumping together things from the Agricultural School, the Taoist School, the Yin-Yang School, and even the Legalist School into the Mohist School. Isn't that... not very good?"

"Not so good?"

Qin Shi Moyu, who was listening with a cheerful look on his face, blinked and then slammed his palm. He suddenly realized, "That's right, what's the point of only taking these four families? If the famous families, the strategists, and the miscellaneous families heard about this, they would think I was discriminating against them!"

"Mo'er, go backstage and find the novelist who's in charge of the writing. Ask him to sew it all in for me."

"Oh, yes, and those novelists and doctors, sew them all in equally. You can't discriminate against them just because their school of thought is small!"

"Ah? Is that what she meant?" Mo Jia's face twitched, and his eyes twitched slightly. He took a deep breath and said weakly, "Commander, I'm saying that what you're doing will attract criticism from other schools. Shouldn't you hold back a bit?"

"It's like if I don't do this, other schools of thought won't criticize the Mohist school." Qin Shi Mo Yu rolled his eyes, his tone nonchalant.

The Mohist school has beaten its own people to death, so how can we expect other schools to show mercy to the Mohist school?

In fact, it is not just the Mohist school. In this chaotic era, problems within other schools are also not serious.

The laws, techniques and power of the Legalists are no less important than those of the Mohists' heroes, craftsmen and saints.

What does the Confucianism of the Thirteen Sages of Confucius mean? It means thirteen factions! Following them were the Second Sage Mencius and the Half Sage Xunzi. It can be said that after the death of Confucius, Confucianism became a mess.

Taoism, as the old big brother among all the schools of thought, is even more interesting. Five hundred years ago, it split into the Yin-Yang School, and three hundred years ago, it split into the Tianren School and the Renzong School.

It is even reasonable to say that all the schools of thought today split from Taoism.

It’s just that Confucianism still has the living sage Xunzi to rule the roost, so this behemoth can barely be considered as a whole.

Although Taoism would come up with something big every two or three hundred years, it could not withstand the strong foundation of the big brother, and its philosophy emphasized indifference and inaction.

Although they are divided, they have different doctrines and everyone just lives their own life without fighting against each other.

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What Qin Shi Mo Yu said made so much sense that Mo Jia was speechless for a moment.

"There is a first-mover advantage in the field of public opinion. Most people have preconceived notions. Sooner or later, someone will take this path. If my Mohist school doesn't take the initiative, we will miss the opportunity to Taoism and Confucianism." Qin Shi Mo Yu took the opportunity to teach Mo Jiayi, which was to train her as his deputy.

However, I don’t know whether I didn’t understand or I understood but pretended not to understand.

A confused look appeared on Mo Jiayi's plain face.

Qin Shi Moyu's face instantly darkened and he twitched.

She is like this, and so is Yan Lingji, they are all useless.

He had originally planned to train these two people to become independent senior executives. In the future, one would take over the Han Mo forces and the other would take over the Baiyue forces, and he would be able to free up some time to do other things.

Logically speaking, your leader has made it clear that he will give you a promotion and a raise, and even personally brought you under his side to train you with all his heart. Even if you are not grateful, it’s ok, but at least you should study hard, right?

But these two are not like that! Each one is worse than the other, without any ambition at all.

As for why Qin Shi Moyu is so obsessed with putting these two women in the management level, is it because he really can't find suitable candidates?

In the teahouse lobby, Mo Bingyi was drinking with a group of Mohist disciples, who had struck up a lively rapport upon their first meeting. He rubbed his nose, feeling as if someone was whispering about him behind his back.

"Brother Tuo, don't just stand there, drink!"

Mo Bingyi, or perhaps his real name, Zhao Tuo, laughed heartily and proudly grabbed a jar of wine and guzzled it. The wine dripped down his lips, soaking his clothes, but he paid no mind, clapping his hands and cheering, drawing laughter from the crowd. Ability was important, but there was something even more important—loyalty!
Without this prerequisite, the more capable the traitor is, the more ruthless he will be when backstabbing.

As for those who have the ability, they will never betray.

In a side hall of the King of Han's palace.

From the bronze incense burner, curls of green smoke rose and the scent of sandalwood filled the air.

On the soft couch, Han Fei was half leaning and half lying, his purple robe slightly open, holding an exquisite wine pot in his hand, slowly pouring wine into the cup.

The wine overflowed, flowing over the edge of the cup and soaking the table, but he was unaware of it. His eyes were dull and he stared straight ahead, as if immersed in some deep thought.

"Brother, I'm here to play with you!"

Princess Honglian's voice arrived before her. Her clear voice broke the silence in the hall like a silver bell. She came in skipping and dancing, her peach-pink dress swaying lightly, her amber eyes as bright as stars.

However, when she saw Han Fei still pouring the wine blankly, and the wine was about to spill on him, she rushed over, snatched the wine pot, and exclaimed: "Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?"

Honglian nudged Han Fei's forehead with her finger, her amber eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. "This is the first time I've seen you so indifferent to drinking. What happened? What made you so distracted?"

She tilted her head, a smile typical of a fun-loving person plastered across her face, her eyes gleaming with a desire for gossip. "Could it be that you've set your sights on a certain girl but can't bring yourself to ask? How about I ask Father for help, and you tell me who that person is?"

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Han Fei looked helplessly at his lively and lovely sister, then glanced at the wine spilled on the table with a hint of regret, picked up the overflowing glass and drank it all.

A drop of wine slid down the corner of his mouth, wetting his purple robe, but he didn't care. He pushed Honglian's face away as it got closer and closer, and whispered, "Don't mess around."

It would be fine if he really fell in love with a girl, but he fell in love with a man, a man he couldn't see through and who was extremely dangerous.

After a glass of wine, Han Fei narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to the conversation in Zi Lan Xuan yesterday. That conversation was like a brand engraved in his mind, lingering for a long time.
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"If South Korea wants to break free from its weakness, it must reform, and it must be a profound reform that runs through the entire country."

"I know Brother Han has long harbored this intention, and His Majesty has rejected his repeated requests for comment. This is because Brother Han is acting too hastily. Reforms are a matter of profound consequence. If they fail, not only will the reformers suffer backlash, but the entire country will be plunged into turmoil. Your Majesty cannot afford to be careless."

"So, my Mohist school is willing to help Brother Han complete the initial groundwork for the reform."

"South Korea is a global hub, with a thriving commercial economy. If the market can be standardized and supporting infrastructure and laws are improved, South Korea will be able to generate ample capital."

"Once we have sufficient funds, we can begin to build a strong army. Power comes from the barrel of a gun. Only with a sufficiently strong army to protect the law can we suppress evil spirits and unwaveringly promote deep-seated reforms."

"The only two people in the world who can help South Korea do this are Lu Buwei and me, not me, Mo Yu, who can boast."

"Lü Buwei is optimistic about Qin Yiren's hoarding of goods, and I, Mo Yu, am optimistic about you—Han Fei!"
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Coming back to his senses, Han Fei grabbed Honglian's hand that was waving in front of him and sighed helplessly, "Stop waving. I'm not stupid. I'm just thinking about something."

Covering his forehead in pain, the contents of the bamboo slips given by Qin Shimoyu came to his mind: building roads, regulating chambers of commerce, business taxation. A series of rigorous and systematic detailed plans were placed in front of Han Fei, the Legalist leader.

Even though Han Fei had not yet developed to his ultimate form in five years, his keen judgment of the law told him very clearly that this approach was feasible, especially when combined with the power of Mohism.

Even with the interference of night, the success rate is still over 80%.

The remaining 20% ​​chance of failure does not lie in the plan, but in the executor.

If Han Fei takes the field personally, with his status as a member of the Korean royal family and his talent in law, and cooperates with Qin Shi Moyu, the success rate of this plan will be 99%. The remaining one point is the one that escapes from the way of heaven and cannot be forced.

Han Fei rubbed his brows, thinking, "But if I really leave and work with Mo Yu to promote reform, then the economic and military lifeline of my country will be in his hands. Shang Yang never failed the Duke of Qin, but how can I know whether you, Mo Yu, will follow the Tian family's plan to replace Qi?"

Seeing Han Fei once again in a trance, Honglian had given up struggling. Her lively eyes rolled around as she muttered, "Oh no! My brother seems to have lost his mind. He's not really thinking of finding me a sister-in-law, is he?"

She glanced at Han Fei and thought to herself, "No, I have to find out what's going on." While Han Fei wasn't paying attention, she quietly dragged his maid out.

"Hey, tell me, where did my brother go before he became like this? Who did he meet?" Honglian lowered her voice, her amber eyes full of curiosity.

The maid lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know either, but it seems that he went out with the son of Prime Minister Zhang."

"Xiao Liangzi?" Honglian's eyes lit up, and she instantly locked onto the key words. The amused smile on her face became even more intense. "Yes, I haven't seen Xiao Liangzi for a long time. Let's go play with him!"

She jumped up, turned around and ran, her peach-pink skirt like fire swept past the palace gate, leaving the maid in a bewildered state.

Han Fei came back to his senses and saw that Honglian had disappeared. He shook his head helplessly and whispered, "This girl..."

He picked up the wine glass, but found it was empty, so he threw it aside, stood up and walked to the window, his eyes looking towards the direction of Xinzheng City outside the palace.

The conversation at Zilanxuan yesterday gave him hope for Korea's revival, but he also felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Lü Buwei is optimistic about Qin Yiren, and I, Mo Yu, am optimistic about you, Han Fei..." Han Fei repeated in a low voice, with a slight raise of the corners of his mouth, revealing a complex smile. The divine light in his eyes was like a self-concealed divine weapon that finally no longer concealed its own edge.

Lü Buwei stirred up the situation in Qin as a businessman, and Mo Yu used the power of the Mohist school to plan for Han. Both of them were heroes of the time, and how could Han Fei be an easy opponent?

"Han Mo's sudden joining may be the ray of hope in this deadly game. It's just a matter of mutual use and each relying on their own abilities."

(End of this chapter)