I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

King Leopold II of Belgium is 33 years old this year and was born in the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha family in Germany.

Saxony is actually Saxon, a part of the Viking-Germanic tribes in the Middle Ages. Because of the slightly different accents of English and German, the transliteration is different.

Opold II looks handsome, about 0.2 Zhu.

But what is completely different from his handsome appearance is the dirty, ugly, and sick soul he inherited from the blood of Anza.

He usurped the Congo as his private domain and planted rubber for him.

If it is said that the black slaves in North America are essentially the expensive private property of the slave owners, and the Dixie people still have some love for the black slaves, then in the Congo where there are black slaves everywhere, Opold II showed The brutal nature of an unchecked Anza-Germanic-Viking.

(Note: In essence, Anza belongs to the Germanic branch, and the Germanic is the Vikings who went south in the early days. They are barbarians independent of the Celts-Gaulics and Latins.)

Compared with the black slaves in the Congo, the blacks in the southern plantations seemed to live in paradise.

The Congo under Leopold II was a hell on earth.

Black slaves were shackled and worked endlessly, and any black slave who did not complete the production would have his or his family's hands and feet cut off on the spot.

On the first slide shown, there is a black father sitting on the steps, holding the severed hands and feet of his 5-year-old daughter with dull eyes.

Next, is the second, third...

Xia Zhixin calmly narrated what happened on the slide in a language without sadness or joy.

In fact, it is 1866, and it is not yet the day when the hell in the Congo is fully opened.

From a legal point of view, these photos should be regarded as forged.

But there is no difference.

It is impossible for Zhu Fugui to manage the affairs of black Africa with overflowing sympathy when the Americas and East Asia are not settled. At most, he will find a way to send black North Americans back to engage in guerrilla warfare.

But with the fighting power of the blacks to make the instructors of China, the United States and the Soviet Union collectively shake their heads and cover their faces, there is a high probability that this matter will be yellow.

After all, not everywhere is there a generation of handsome Robert King Jr. who can match up with the black guerrillas.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the history of Congo will not change substantially.

Everything in the photo will become reality in the next few years.

By the end of the nineteenth century, Leopold II, a barbaric, evil, and anti-human executioner, will massacre 1500 million people in the Congo and cause many times as many disabled people!

Austrian painters are angels by comparison.

But even so, the demon died.

Before he died, he still talked about his contribution to the motherland without shame!

The slide show is over.

There was a deathly silence throughout the hall.

Gu Hongming stood there abruptly.

If you look closely, you can see that his fingers are tightly clenched, and his legs are trembling slightly due to muscle tension.

Xia Zhixin came down and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you know that the photos taken by the Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty are just the tip of the iceberg of the evil deeds of Westerners all over the world."

"In America, the land where Your Majesty Fugui started, the fate of the Yin people will be even more miserable than these black slaves. Most of them will never have the chance to speak out, and they can't even wait for the invention of the camera."

Reaching out his hand to arrange Gu Hongming's exquisite dress, and flicking the tie around his neck, Xia Zhixin said again, "Actually... you can lower your head and ask these children of Chinese workers... Do these things happen in Borneo? Malaya, happening all over Java!

Chinese workers may be treated better than these Congolese people.

But you don't have to thank the conscience of Westerners for this. If you want to thank, thank our ancestors for leaving enough family wealth! "

"Is... really like this..." Gu Hongming slumped back on the chair.

"Yes, Master Gu, in fact, this kind of thing happened in many rubber plantations..."

Wu Peng said cautiously from the side, "Master Brown is really kind-hearted...he is at odds with other rubber plantation owners. They teamed up to suppress Mr. Brown, which is why he went bankrupt!"

"I've read a lot of Western books, and I thought I was better than...better than you...So I'm the one who doesn't know anything..."

Gu Hongming shook his head with a wry smile, "The so-called frog in the well is someone like me!"

Xia Zhixin also smiled wryly and said: "To be honest, the old man lived forty and seven years, but he didn't realize all this until he met the Holy One.

From ancient times to the present, the truth of this world is extremely cruel.

I don't know if you know the pyramids in Egypt. There are many peoples in the world who call them Lin Li, but they are actually like this pyramid, which is divided into five layers.

Standing at the top of the pyramid, with a huge colony, who can suck blood from all over the world, and use the flesh and blood of others to maintain their own body, are the English.

Standing at the second level of the pyramid, possessing powerful force, they can be on the table in the feast of dividing up the world, and those who feast on it are the French, Austrians, Russians, Spaniards, Dutch, Belgians, Prussians, Italians, American.

Among them, the French and the Americans were originally half-stepped into the first level, but they were dragged down by Daming.

The Prussians, on the other hand, are just about to move, wanting to seek a higher level.

Standing on the third level of the pyramid are the other ethnic groups in Europa and the Ottoman Turks. These ethnic groups want to eat meat but cannot eat it. They can only eat the leftovers left by the upper two ethnic groups, and sometimes they themselves will become the nourishment of the upper ethnic groups.

And the fourth level is not so much the ethnic group, but rather the class where the compradors of various ethnic groups belong.For example, the compradors who work for the British in Xiangjiang, and the compradors who work for the French in Saigon...

If I'm not mistaken... your father should also be a member of this layer.

And the fifth floor is a dark abyss, where there is no hope at all.

Including the suffering people in the occupied areas of China, the people of the Indian states, the Yin people lingering in the American reservations, and of course the blacks in Africa..."

Juxtaposing Chinese people with African blacks is extremely emotionally difficult to accept.

But a basic fact is that at the beginning of the founding of New China, the per capita GDP was far lower than that of Black Africa, and the industry was also blank.

In the words of the instructor, "What can we make now? We can make tables and chairs...and paper, but we can't make a car,...a tractor."

Excluding the status of Wuchang, this is a fifth-tier country through and through.

If this were not the case, how could the big powers, including the Soviet Union, sit back and watch the unification of China without intervening with all their strength?

It is certain that whether the Americans or the Soviets at that time, the template for predicting China's development was today's India.

Africa per capita, combined together, has a size some of the world's largest, worthy of Wuchang's airs, but in fact it is nothing more than a weak, riddled with stitches.

If the Americans knew that the Chinese would have the achievements they have today, they would not know how many times they would strangle China to death.

It is the hip stretching of the fifth-level countries in the world that has covered our hard-working rise, and finally rushed into the gap between the fourth and third levels, and continued to move forward to a higher realm.

"I am a majestic China. I once competed with Rome and competed with Dashi. For 5000 years, we have been at the top of the pyramid. Now it is a great shame that the Qing dynasty is on the same level as India and Africa!

Fortunately, China is in decline and the Holy Lord is out. Under the leadership of my rich and honored emperor, I have defeated the United States and defeated the law, and defeated the two strong ones. "

"Although the Ming Dynasty is an old state, its fate will be restored, and the sun will shine brightly. Bless me for the Ming Dynasty!"

Chapter 407 Congratulations to Uncle Li on his weight loss success

Penang is the last stop of the Ming Jinghai Fleet's Nanyang cruise, and stayed in Penang for a total of ten days.

After Admiral Li Chunfa enjoyed all the special delicacies in Penang, the fleet set sail again and headed north to Hiroshima.

After resting in Hiroshima, the fleet passed Daming Kodiak Bear Island for supplies, and then headed for Xinjin Port.

Before leaving Nanyang, the Jinghai Fleet built the general framework of the Great Ming South China-United Fruit Company, absorbed a group of Chinese workers, and paid part of the salary in advance.

After that, the imperial court will select an experienced official from the six ministries to be the head of the United Fruit Company, and start operations and espionage activities in Nanyang.

This South China-United Fruit Company is naturally a benchmark against the British East India Company and the United Fruit Company of the United States in the future.

However, the purpose of Ming Dynasty is not pure economic plunder and colonial rule like the East India Company, nor is it exporting turmoil and subverting the country like the United Fruit Company, but to gradually Sinicize Nanyang and prepare for Ming's future strategy.

Contrary to many people's expectations, Gu Hongming did not choose to go to Daming for further studies.

Xia Zhixin appreciated his learning ability and was willing to issue a letter of introduction for him.

But Gu Hongming refused.

He still chose to go to Europe.

But now he went to Europe not with a pilgrimage heart, but with a pair of examining and critical eyes.

He hoped that he could set foot on the land where the crime started, and see with his own eyes whether everything was as it was said in Dongxue.

Gu Hongming felt that if Dongxue was correct, then he might be able to play a more important role in Europe than going directly to Daming.

Of course, neither Mr. Brown nor Gu Hongming's father, who were busy preparing for the itinerary, noticed the change in the boy, nor did they notice that there was a small token in the most hidden corner of his suitcase.

……

Xinjin port.

The rising sun pierced through the thick sea fog, and the extremely shameful chirping of the bald eagle lingered above the sea and sky.

"Ah!"

The bitter sea breeze in the morning made Zhu Fugui sneezed.

Xiao Lan put a soft and loose coat on him, "Your Majesty, be careful of the cold, I will go to the imperial doctor to take a look at it later?"

"It's not necessary!"

Zhu Fugui rubbed his nose, shook his head like a rattle, and said, "I haven't been sick and taken medicine since four years ago... um... the last time I took medicine seems to be because my buttocks were pricked by Susu..."

"Ah?"

Xiaolan couldn't help but cast a suspicious glance at Concubine Yin who was holding the other arm of Lord Long Live and Messi, "Sister, what kind of game is this? You don't even tell me..."

Zhu Fugui covered his face.

Sure enough, married women will become tough.

Especially being slept together all day, Xiaolan will definitely be spoiled by Susu who loves to read all kinds of idle books!

God, you give me back my pure snow-like Xiaolan, hey!

Yin Susu covered her mouth with a chuckle, and said, "That's really fun, you can try it on Brother Fugui's ass later!"

Zhu Fugui remembered the fear of being dominated by Indian short arrows, his face turned pale, and he shook his head and said: "Don't mess around, today is a good day for Lao Li to come back after losing weight, and "Love in Hiroshima" is about to wrap up recently. Go to the set!"

"Is filming fun?"

"It's boring."

"Brother Fugui, why do you still want to go?"

"The talents are too high, and those who are capable will work harder."

"Is the box lunch on the set more delicious?"

"It's far worse than the royal meal."

"Is the atmosphere on the set better?"

"I am approachable and loved by the common people and ministers, no matter where I am."

"Isn't the white girl on the set more beautiful?"

"Beautiful...beautiful, not as caring as my family's Susu, and not as well-behaved as my family's Xiaolan."

Seeing Zhu Fugui's solemn and fluent answer, Yin Susu showed a look of trusting you.

Zhu Fugui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you want to talk clichés with this little skill, you might not take the little prince of Hanman seriously.

Apart from other things like Hanman, it is the best as a strategy for scumbags.

But having said that, since when did the atmosphere between me and Bai Xia'er start to become weird?

Did it start when I followed her and chanted fish soup?

Or from that misplaced kiss scene?

Zhu Fugui shook his head, and decided to find a chance to ask the girl after a while.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with it, just wishful thinking, thinking too much?

If this is the case, it is better to make it clear earlier, so as not to delay other girls.

However, Zhu Fugui discovered that, since when did Bai Xia'er have almost no young men around him.

This is very unusual for a beautiful girl like her.

Probably the LSP breath that I inadvertently revealed was caught by the bystanders...

After all, it was like this when I was filming "Miss San Diego".