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

Chapter 151: Han, a weak country and poor people!
The inner hall was brightly lit, the gilded carved beams sparkled in the candlelight, and the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the aroma of wine filled the spacious hall.

Qin Shi Moyu walked into the hall under the guidance of the palace maid and sat in a seat near the front.

Because of his generosity, King Han An did not treat Commander Han Mo unfairly, and specially arranged a position for him second only to the important ministers, which was enough to show some favor.

When he sat down, the maidservant came forward with light lotus steps. Just as she was about to pour wine for him, he placed two fingers lightly on the wine pot and whispered, "I don't need anyone to serve me. Just stand behind me."

After all, he had just debated with a group of scholars in the side hall and acted very impressively. He had to be more careful at this time and must not ruin his image.

Looking around, there are about eighty tables in the spacious hall. Most of those who can enter the inner hall for the banquet are famous figures in South Korea: princes and nobles, military generals, representatives of the gentry, such as Ji Wuye, Zhang Kaidi and other important officials.

The rest were students of various schools of thought like him, who took the opportunity of the succession ceremony to recommend themselves and tried to lobby the King of Han.

Usually, a new king will give some face to the students of the Hundred Schools of Thought when he ascends the throne. This is the precious wealth left to future generations by the previous leaders of the Hundred Schools of Thought with their own magnificent military achievements.

Which monarch doesn’t want to draw an SSR, expand the territory, strengthen the country, become the king, and leave his name in history?
Although South Korea is in a very embarrassing situation now, Han Wangan still holds a lucky mentality and distributes a lot of places to hundreds of students.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The Korean Palace Song and Dance Troupe has changed three times. The sound of string music is melodious, and the dancers' gauze skirts flutter like butterflies in the palace.

According to convention, this is the time for students from hundreds of schools to perform and lobby.

All eyes flickered to Qin Shi Moyu. His brilliant performance in the debate with the scholars, coupled with the high-ranking seats the Mohists had invested heavily in securing, meant he should theoretically be the first to speak.

Many eyes in the hall were fixed on his black cloth, including that of Han Wangan who was sitting high on the throne, his eyes showing a hint of expectation and scrutiny.

But he sat at the table as steady as a rock, his eyes lowered, neither watching the singing and dancing nor touching the wine cup. If he hadn't moved his chopsticks from time to time, people would have suspected that he was asleep.

Han Wangan sat in the main seat, his eyes sweeping over him several times, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were both expectant and puzzled. The important officials and students in the hall were also observing secretly, whispers rising among them:
"Commander Han Mo, is he afraid of the stage?"

"You were so powerful when you were debating with the crowd, why are you so silent now?"

Qin Shi Moyu turned a deaf ear and calmly chewed the cold dishes without even raising his eyelids.

Finally, a distinguished scholar seated behind him couldn't contain his excitement and stood up. He was dressed in a green robe, a jade pendant on his waist, and his steps were a bit hurried. He cleared his throat and was about to speak.

Qin Shi Moyu didn't even look at him. He just picked up a piece of pickled bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

Red flowers also need to be lined with green leaves.

South Korea is now extremely weak, with Ji Wuye abusing power at home and the powerful Qin Dynasty eyeing it covetously from outside. Who with real talent would come to wade into this quagmire?
Apart from the native Han Fei and Zhang Liang, and people like him with ulterior motives, the rest were just second- and third-rate students who wanted to take the opportunity to gain fame and fortune.

Both history and the original works support his judgment that this broken land of Korea cannot hold a true dragon or a fierce tiger.

He deliberately kept his troops in place just to let King Han An taste the disappointment first!
If we don't let these jumping clowns jump around a few times to highlight their mediocrity and incompetence, how can we highlight the preciousness of him as a "true dragon"?

The famous student spoke loudly and eloquently about the "debate between name and reality", trying to analyze South Korea's shortcomings with logic.

However, although his words were flowery, they were empty and full of clichés.

Han Wangan frowned slightly and his interest gradually faded; Ji Wuye sneered, picked up the wine glass and drank by himself; Zhang Kaidi lowered his head and whispered to the person next to him, obviously disdainful.

Qin Shi Moyu slowly swallowed the green bamboo shoots and shook his head secretly. This person who stood out clearly didn't understand what South Korea wanted now.

With his reputation as a famous figure, if he had stopped talking nonsense and instead demonstrated his eloquence and expressed his willingness to lobby other countries for South Korea, it would not have been difficult for him to get a diplomatic job.

Unfortunately, he has high expectations but poor skills and cannot grasp the key points.

Immediately afterwards, a Confucian scholar stood up and passionately proposed benevolent government, ritual system, and restoration of the well-field system. All the guests sneered at his suggestion, and some even covered their mouths and laughed.

The Confucianism of this era still advocated a retro and conservative approach. Among the various countries, except Qi, which kept it but did not use it, almost no one was interested in it.

Of course, this does not include great figures like Mencius and Xunzi who truly understood the core of Confucianism and forged their own path.

Unfortunately, the person in front of me is obviously not that.

The Taoist student who came on stage later gave a good speech. He talked about "ruling by doing nothing" and advocated recuperation, which was quite poetic.

If they went to big countries like Qi and Chu, they might be able to get a government position, but this strategy was not something that small countries like Han and Yan could afford. Han was surrounded by enemies, so how could it have the time to rest and recuperate?
After listening to a few words, Han Wangan lost interest, his eyes wandering, obviously absent-minded. The only person who interested Han Wangan was a student of the Legalist school of thought.

There was a sinister edge to his words, as he dissected the art of political manipulation, his words cutting to the heart of the matter. A flicker of interest flashed in Han Wangan's eyes, and his fingertips paused as he silently memorized the man's name.

But Han Fei, who was sitting next to him, shook his head helplessly. This big man who combined the essence of the three schools of "law", "technique" and "power" lowered his head and drank three glasses of wine after listening to the man's shallow words, and the disappointment in his eyes was beyond words.

Students from various schools came and went like a revolving lantern. As expected, they were all second- or third-rate characters, and none of them was eye-catching.

Their remarks were either empty and useless, or divorced from reality and inconsistent with national conditions. Even the important officials in the hall were too lazy to hide their fatigue and spoke in low voices, making the atmosphere increasingly depressing.

The last student from a farming family, with sweat on his forehead, stammered a few words about farming methods under the gaze of everyone. Then he retreated to his seat in shame in the silence of the whole room, not daring to raise his head.

The hall was suddenly silent, and the air was filled with subtle awkwardness and anticipation.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Shi Moyu again. Even the sound of stringed instruments seemed to fade away, leaving only his figure becoming clearer and clearer in everyone's eyes.

Everyone knew that the next person was the real heavyweight in this grand banquet.

The influence of his debate with many heroes still remained, and with the support of Mohist resources, the mediocrity of the students of hundreds of schools of thought was like green leaves against red flowers, pushing his weight to the peak.

Han Wangan sat up straight, his eyes filled with anticipation, and the rhythm of his fingertips tapping the table slowed down a little.

At this moment, Qin Shi Moyu finally met everyone's expectations. He stood up calmly and walked in front of Han Wangan in the spotlight.

Just based on this neither humble nor arrogant demeanor, he left those students from hundreds of schools who were so nervous that they were sweating profusely and were hesitant to speak far behind.

He stopped, raised his head slightly, and met Han Wangan's gaze calmly, without flattery or arrogance. He spoke calmly, and just one sentence was like a thunderclap, making the situation in the hall tense to the extreme.

"Han, the country is weak and the people are poor!"

The hall was as silent as dead water; even the sound of breathing seemed to be swallowed up.

Qin Shi Moyu stood in the center, his black clothes as black as ink, his eyes as sharp as knives staring directly at Han Wangan, his voice low and vicious:
"In the 21st year of King Xuan Hui's reign, he joined forces with Qin to attack Chu, beheading 80,000 people in Danyang, and thus disgraced Chu.

"In the third year of King Li's reign, Gongsun Xi led the Zhou and Wei armies to attack Qin. 240,000 elite troops were completely defeated at Yique, and nothing was gained."

"In the twelfth year of King Li's reign, he assisted Qin in attacking Qi. Qi was defeated, and King Min fled, losing the support of Qi.

In the 23rd year of King Li's reign, Zhao and Wei attacked Huayang, and Han appealed to Qin for help. Qin's Marquis Rang arrived after eight days' delay and defeated Zhao and Wei at Huayang, severing ties with them.

"In the first year of King Huan Hui's reign, he attacked Yan and again attacked Yan."

"From the fourteenth to the twenty-ninth year of Huan Hui's reign, Qin completely captured Shangdang and thirteen cities in a row. Han was like a lamb to be slaughtered."

"It can be said that the timing is completely wrong."

Every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, and everyone in the hall had different expressions.

Han Wangan sat upright in a high seat, his fingertips frozen on the desk, his brows furrowed, a hint of anger and complexity flashing in his eyes; Ji Wuye's eyes were wide open; the hand that was stroking his beard paused; Han Fei put down his wine glass; Honglian looked confused.

All the guests in the hall fell into complete silence!

Qin Shi Mo Yu is worthy of being the heavyweight finale character. His words are like reading the lines on the palm of your hand, and he recounts South Korea's decades of stupid moves and mistakes with confidence.

It was like holding a sharp scalpel, peeling open the bloody history of Korea and laying it out in front of everyone.

Every story is accurate and every sentence hits the mark, without embellishment or exaggeration.

The look was so vicious that it made people's hearts tremble, but it also carried a strange magic that made people want to listen further and see what insights the black-clad leader had.

However, Qin Shi Mo Yu did not provide a way of salvation as everyone wished, but continued to analyze the situation in South Korea.

"Han is located in the center of the world, but it misses the right time and does not benefit from the heavenly power. Instead, it is attacked by enemies on all sides."

"We have no support from Qi in the east, no alliance with Chu in the south, Qin is the anvil in the west, and we have no help from Zhao and Wei in the north. We are surrounded by enemies everywhere and are restricted at every step."

(End of this chapter)