Opening game, American Tycoon

Happiness comes at a price.

The price of happiness isn't just hard work.

But sacrifice!

A real sacrifice.

Holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand, Zhao Guodong stood quietly in front of the tombstone for a long time.

The breeze blows the pines and cypresses not far away, the green land, the white marble tombstones, the cypresses are tall and straight, lush... All the martyrs' shrines are like this, the green land is national defense green, the white tombstones symbolize nobility, and the evergreen pines and cypresses symbolize the eternal life of the heroic soul .

The air is filled with the fragrance of earth and the freshness of trees.The martyrs who sacrificed for the empire are here to rest their souls, and the flower of life blooms here in another form, but Zhao Guodong standing in front of the tombstone seems to be a sculpture, standing there watching the tombstone motionless.

The writing on the white marble tombstone is very simple, "Liu Mingzhi, private soldier of the 11th Division of the No. 47 Army of the Third Army of the Imperial Army, was born on March 25, the sixth year of Shengde, and died on June 23, the [-]th year of Shengde."

On the simple tombstone, there is only a simple record of his name and a simple experience: he was born in Meihe District, Qingzhou, and died in Verdun, France.

This is his life, and the simple sixteen words condense his dream.Occasionally, people who pass by will not know what dreams the young man buried below has had.But they know why he died.

For their happiness!
Happiness comes at a price!
"Bang, bang..."

When a neat row of gunshots came, Zhao Guodong glanced over there. A military funeral was going on. The survivors of the sacrificed soldiers.

Then again?

The staff of the Martyrs’ Shrine buried the coffin, then laid the turf, and then it became a whole with the Martyrs’ Shrine—the white tombstones are as neat as the soldiers’ parade. They sacrificed, and their loyal souls still stand here.

It is a monument!

Standing among the white tombstones, looking at the names of his comrades-in-arms on the tombstones, Zhao Guodong once again saw their faces and voices.

"Hey……"

After a long sigh, Zhao Guodong silently gave a military salute, the white tombstone, the lush green field, the soldier saluting with his left hand... At this moment, the world was filled with awe.

A few days later, Zhao Guodong received a letter from the General Administration of Veterans Affairs.

"Dear Private Zhao Guodong, according to the appraisal report issued by the Imperial Army General Hospital, you have been assessed as a third-level disability (right arm amputation). According to the Imperial Veterans Resettlement Regulations, the Veterans Affairs Department will arrange a job for you. Please Report to the local Veterans Affairs Bureau within three days..."

Although it was a few days late, it was expected. Looking at the letter in his hand, Zhao Guodong just sighed lightly. The empire has always taken great care of the soldiers, and the dead soldiers have insurance and various pensions.In addition to insurance compensation, disabled soldiers also receive a corresponding monthly disability allowance. In addition, the General Administration of Veterans Affairs will also arrange a job for disabled soldiers who are able to work.

In order to eliminate the possibility of human manipulation, all the jobs are reported by the local Veterans Affairs Bureau to the General Administration of Veterans Affairs in Zhongdu, and then the full-time department will number the jobs and disabled soldiers, and another department will pass the lottery distribute.

fair!

This basic principle reflects all aspects of the empire. Of course, it also means that he is likely to leave Qingzhou and go to work in another place. However, it is acceptable to go to another place for a long-term employment job.

In fact, for Zhao Guodong, he doesn't have any requirements, it's just a job that allows him to support himself.

Self-support.

A few days later, Zhao Guodong got on the train again, and he got a job at the port office—but it was located in Xinhe City, the capital of Amazonas Province, thousands of miles away from home.But for him, this is a new beginning.

When the train was passing through Zhongdu, Zhao Guodong got off the train deliberately, and like many ordinary tourists, he had some fun in Zhongdu. After all, he had never been to the capital of an empire.

"Everyone, please see that this is the Forbidden City, the imperial palace of the empire. Although there is no Zijin Mountain in Zhongdu, when it was built, His Majesty the Emperor named it himself to show that he will not forget the fundamental meaning. However, unlike the Forbidden City in Tangshan, the Imperial Palace Although the Forbidden City is a modern building technology, its architectural style adopts Tang-like style. It covers an area of ​​340 hectares and is the largest palace garden in the world. The garden part is open to the public three times a week. We will enter the Forbidden City in a while..."

Sitting on the convertible tour bus, looking at the majestic royal palace in the distance, Zhao Guodong was thinking silently.

"His Majesty the Emperor must be working here now!"

Zhao Guodong guessed wrong. Just as he entered the royal garden in a tour bus, on the other side, Emperor Zhu's car drove out of the palace under the protection of several escort cars. In front of the convoy, six locomotives led the entire convoy.

"How is Prime Minister Zuo doing now?"

Emperor Zhu frowned and asked.

"Your Majesty, the current situation is not very clear, but according to the preliminary diagnosis from the Army General Hospital, the situation of Prime Minister Zuo is not optimistic."

Fang Zhanbo, who was in the same car with His Majesty, reported the truth.

An hour ago, he received a call from Zuo Xiaoxun - Zuo Xiang suddenly became seriously ill, and he has already been admitted to the Army General Hospital, why did he notify him?

It is hoped that he will tell His Majesty. In fact, this matter itself should be the responsibility of the palace minister, but now the palace minister Fang Boshan is in Nanhua, and the water cannot quench his thirst.

"Ah."

Emperor Zhu nodded.

"I see……"

When he uttered these words, Emperor Zhu's words revealed his inner emotions. At this time, he was extremely uneasy. Although he knew that this day would eventually come, but it did come. It's still a little hard to accept.

After all, for so many years, Emperor Zhu has long been used to the existence of Prime Minister Zuo, even playing chess and chatting with him is a habit.

In fact, in this world, benefiting from the advanced medical technology of the empire, and not recovering Xinjiang's overdraft of energy, Prime Minister Zuo has lived for more than ten years, but Emperor Zhu is still a little greedy.

"Didn't we say that we want to take a look together, the heyday of my Daming?"

Heyday!

Emperor Zhu has even forgotten, when did he make this agreement with Zuo Zongtang, 20 years ago?Or ten years ago?
This is not important, what is important is that they once had an agreement...

From Emperor Zhu's point of view, the current Daming is not really in its prime, what is the pinnacle in his mind?
Be the empire to become the overlord of the world!

The empire at that time was the real heyday.

"It's coming soon, why can't you..."

While talking to himself, Emperor Zhu frowned, and then spoke again.

"Tell the driver to hurry up,"

At the end, afraid of wasting time, Emperor Zhu, who could not see the left prime minister for the last time, said again.

"Notify the escort team and let them block the road ahead."

According to common sense, the emperor does not need to close the roads when he travels. There is no such rule in Daming at all, such as clear water and clear streets, loess padded roads.

But today is different from the past. After all, Zuo Zongtang has a special status in Emperor Zhu's heart, and he must rush to the hospital as soon as possible...