Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

However, someone next to them couldn't stand it any longer. "What's wrong with online literature? Are you two just sitting here talking bad about others behind their backs?"

Xiao Zhang immediately retorted: "I'm talking to you? Why are you so excited? You are nothing, and you want to learn history from others. What kind of academic qualifications do you have? How dare you talk to my teacher like that!"

"I am Li Wensheng, a professor in the History Department of Beilang University!" the old man said proudly.

"Hey! I have a bachelor's degree, so what's wrong with studying history? I don't care whether you are a professor or not!" The passerby was furious.

"A first-class university?" Xiao Zhang sneered, "You didn't even make it to a junior college? Go find a job in an electronics factory. You'll earn several dozen less per day. It'll be hard to survive."

"Fuck you, you are discriminating against academic qualifications, right? Professors from the University of Tokyo and their students are amazing!" Passersby began to make a crazy noise, "Hey! Hey! Look everyone, a professor from the University of Tokyo is discriminating against academic qualifications, and the students are swearing! With such quality, he is still teaching at the University of Tokyo!"

"I'll expose it to you guys through Tik Tok! Just wait!" A passerby took out his mobile phone and started filming.

"Hey, stop taking pictures!" Xiao Zhang was a little panicked.

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Outside Yangqu Square, people were crowded. Except for the central fence, people stood on tiptoe, their eyes focused on the main street. Two rows of luxury motorcades drove slowly from the end of the road, with extraordinary momentum. The reporters who had been prepared immediately set up their cameras and aimed at the motorcade.

After the motorcade stopped, the door of the first car opened and two people got out. One of them was wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, and he was the current emperor Li Sanjin. The other was wearing a neat eastern suit and looked energetic. He was the head of the Lin family, Lin Jiajun.

After the two got off the car, they shook hands in public and greeted each other with smiles. This scene excited the reporters present, because they knew that the relationship between the royal family and the Lin family was extraordinary, but the opportunity for the emperor and the head of the Lin family to be in the same frame was still very rare.

After a brief greeting, reporters immediately gathered around, wanting to capture this rare moment. Li Sanjin smiled and took a few photos with the reporters, then walked aside. Lin Jiajun was surrounded by microphones, and reporters rushed to ask questions.

"Mr. Lin, recently some netizens revealed that a younger brother of the second branch of the Lin family is suspected of manufacturing and selling counterfeit and inferior weight-loss pills and health products, and defrauding middle-aged and elderly women. What do you think about this?" a reporter asked sharply.

Lin Jiajun straightened his clothes and replied in a serious tone, "This is a complete lie and rumor. As the Yansheng family, our Lin family has always upheld the principles of integrity and justice. I believe that someone must have maliciously slandered our Lin family. We will definitely get to the bottom of this and clear the Lin family's name!"

"Then Mr. Lin, what do you think of the conspiracy theory circulating on the Internet that the Lin family will unite with the Razor Society and reorganize the Xingsheng Society to control the world?" another reporter asked, while making a gesture, "And this gesture, it is said that it is a common gesture among you."

Lin Jiajun smiled disdainfully. "Only a mentally retarded person would believe such a conspiracy theory. The Lin family has always been known for its openness and transparency. We are committed to maintaining world peace and stability. This gesture is even more nonsense. I have never seen or heard of it."

"Mr. Lin, I have another question." A reporter continued to ask, "Historical records show that Fang Sheng once took his son to a brothel and was discovered by the princess. As a promoter of the women's rise movement, equal rights movement and monogamy, how do you evaluate your ancestor's behavior?"

This question obviously touched Lin Jiajun's sensitive nerves. His face suddenly changed and he looked at the reporter who asked the question, "Zhang Jingjing? You always like to dig up dirt on my Lin family and my ancestors. In an occasion like today, don't you think your question is a bit excessive?"

Zhang Jingjing responded fearlessly: "Mr. Lin, as journalists, our duty is to seek the truth. I don't want to target the Lin family, I just want you to give a reasonable explanation for this issue."

Lin Jiajun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Zhang Jingjing, please stop. I warn you, don't smear the Lin family again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

However, Zhang Jingjing did not intend to give up. "Boss Lin, I don't want to embarrass you. But who made your Lin family the traffic leader? So, if you give me some information, I promise that I will never target the Lin family again."

Lin Jiajun frowned, thought for a moment and then said, "What do you want?"

"I heard that you had an affair with that popular young actress from the theater, and gave birth to a illegitimate daughter. Is that true?" Zhang Jingjing asked with a smile.

Lin Jiajun cursed in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, "Yes, we do have a child."

Zhang Jingjing smiled proudly and said, "As expected of you, Mr. Lin. It's great! This information is enough. I promise that I will never target the Lin family again."

"You can report it if you want, but you have to wait until I get divorced next month." Lin Jiajun said coldly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I still have some professional ethics." Zhang Jingjing smiled proudly and turned to leave the crowd. At this time, a royal guard came forward to inform Lin Jiajun, "Mr. Lin, His Majesty invites you to the lounge to wait for the ceremony to begin."

In the lounge, the lights were soft and the atmosphere was quiet. The door was gently pushed open and Lin Jiajun walked in. He was tall, with deep eyes and eyebrows, and he looked calm and composed. As soon as the door closed, a figure quickly came up. It was Li Sanjin. His face was filled with a warm smile, and his eyes were shining with expectation and curiosity.

"Oh, Lao Lin, you are such a busy man. Give me a cigarette." Li Sanjin stretched out his hand and pretended to hand over a cigarette.

Lin Jiajun smiled slightly, took out a pack of exquisite cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette gracefully, lit it, and threw it over. His movements were smooth and natural, revealing a kind of casual elegance.

Li Sanjin took the cigarette, took a deep breath, shuddered, and said with a dazed look in his eyes: "It's so fucking cool!" A satisfied expression appeared on his face, as if this moment was the relaxation he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Lin Jiajun looked at Li Sanjin and couldn't help but joked, "Looking at your behavior, you are worse off than an ordinary person now."

"Hey, I have to pretend wherever I go. I wish I could be as cool and carefree as you, and even play with female stars." Li Sanjin laughed at himself, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

The two smiled at each other and began to smoke, enjoying this rare leisure time. The smoke in the lounge seemed to add a sense of mystery to their conversation.

Lin Jiajun shook off the ash from his cigarette and said with a smile, "I bought a small island in Southeast Asia. Come over and visit when you have time." His tone revealed an invitation and expectation.

Li Sanjin's eyes lit up after hearing this, but then dimmed again: "Next year, I just got married, don't let anything go wrong." He sighed helplessly, as if his hands and feet were bound by marriage.

"It's absolutely safe. I have spent tens of billions to transform the island. Those who go there are all insiders and they know everything." Lin Jiajun assured solemnly.

Li Sanjin smiled slightly after hearing this, but still shook his head: "Take it easy, the royal reputation cannot be ruined on my head." He obviously attached great importance to the royal reputation.

"The ancestral worship ceremony is about to begin. Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Lin Jiajun suddenly asked, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Li Sanjin extinguished his cigarette, a complex emotion flashing across his face: "How can I not be disgusted? The ancestral worship ceremony broadcast live around the world is just to dig up the graves of my ancestors." There was a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"What can I do? More than two hundred years ago, the whole world wanted to pry open the tomb of my ancestor Fang Sheng." Lin Jiajun smiled bitterly, his eyes revealing a sense of powerlessness.

"Yes, there are thousands of archaeological experts who are checking endlessly. Besides, the royal family has also signed it." Li Sanjin sighed, as if this matter was beyond their control.

"It's not easy for Jingjiang and the Lin family to survive for more than two hundred years. Let's open it. After all, the ancestors' prophecies are too serious. Even most people in the Lin family have decided to support opening the tomb." Lin Jiajun said helplessly, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if defending his and his family's decision.

A ray of sunlight came through the lounge window, shining on the faces of the two people, reflecting their resolute expressions. They knew that as a member of the family, sometimes they had to sacrifice personal feelings for the greater good.

“Our Lin family has spent trillions to maintain world peace for this prophecy,” Li Sanjin added, his tone full of pride and responsibility.

"But I think that since the ancestor could leave such a prophecy, he must have been able to foresee this day. The fact that he set his tomb in the center of the square explains a lot of things. I guess there will be important clues in the tomb." Lin Jiajun guessed, his eyes flashing with anticipation and curiosity.

"I hope so. May the ancestors bless me." Li Sanjin leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought. His face was full of piety and expectation, as if he was praying to the ancestors for guidance and protection.

The lounge fell into silence again, with only the breathing of the two people and the ticking of the clock on the wall. At 9:50, there was a gentle knock on the door. A guard came in and announced: "Your Majesty, General Lin, the ceremony is about to begin."

After hearing this, the two of them stood up at the same time and sorted out their clothes. Li Sanjin took out a small bottle from his arms and sprayed it on himself a few times and then sprayed it on Lin Jiajun a few times.

"Old Li, what are you doing?" Lin Jiajun asked curiously.

"Deodorant." Li Sanjin simply replied, "After all, it's a live broadcast of the ceremony, so I have to pay attention to my image." He added with a self-deprecating smile on his face. Obviously, he didn't want the smell of cigarettes to affect his image as a member of the royal family. At the same time, it can also be seen that he attaches great importance to this ancestral worship ceremony and has strict requirements for his own image, even in front of his friends.

"You are really cautious." Lin Jiajun said with a smile and shook his head. Although he felt that it was a bit of an exaggeration, he also understood Li Sanjin's approach. After all, as a member of the royal family, he needed to maintain his image and demeanor at all times.

The two walked side by side into Yangqu Square, their shadows stretched out in the winter sun. Lin Jiajun, a young and promising member of the Jingjiang royal family, and Li Sanjin, a world-renowned archaeologist, walked with firm steps and an indescribable solemnity in their eyes.

Around the square, the crowd surged like a tide, but they all stopped at the outer 20-meter radius, as if there was an invisible boundary separating them. Tens of thousands of people held their breath, their eyes fixed on the center, where an ordinary tombstone stood quietly.

There are only five simple words on the tombstone: "Tomb of Lin Xiaofeng". There is no extra decoration, but it exudes a sense of majesty and solemnity. This tombstone has experienced countless storms in the long river of history, but it still stands tall, witnessing the changes of the times.

At one time, some people thought that this tombstone was fake. After all, how could a historical great like Lin Xiaofeng have only such a simple tomb? However, after searching through history books, there was no record of Lin Xiaofeng having a second tomb. So, leaving aside all the impossibilities, the only possibility was the tombstone in front of us.

The etiquette officer stood in front of the tombstone and began to recite the words of sacrifice in a solemn tone. Lin Jiajun, Li Sanjin and other members of the archaeological expert team all stood respectfully by, each equipped with a camera to record this historic moment.

After bowing three times in a row, the etiquette came to the final stage - kneeling down. Lin Jiajun took a deep breath and looked at the tombstone, feeling extremely nervous. He was afraid that his actions would cause the ancestors to blame him, so he made every move very carefully. He knelt down slowly, put his hands together, and prayed devoutly.

At this moment, Lin Jiajun felt something unusual around him. He turned his head and was surprised to find that Li Sanjin was also kneeling in front of the tombstone. This scholar, who was famous in the archaeological world, was kneeling in front of Lin Xiaofeng's tomb like a devout believer. "Your Majesty, you..." Lin Jiajun couldn't help but ask.

"Fang Sheng is the ancestor of the Lin family and the Li family." Li Sanjin spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, "Without Fang Sheng, there would be no Li family. Today, the whole world is demanding the opening of Fang Sheng's tomb, and it was only opened with the simultaneous signatures of the Fang and Li families. I also feel guilty and sorry for my ancestors."

After saying this, Li Sanjin kowtowed deeply. Lin Jiajun followed suit, and the two of them knelt down and kowtowed towards the tombstone at the same time. At this moment, they were not only paying respect to Lin Xiaofeng, but also passing on and respecting history, tradition, and culture.

The crowd outside and the audience watching the live broadcast around the world were deeply shocked by this scene. They saw the two outstanding people's awe of history and respect for their ancestors. This emotion transcended time and space, allowing people to feel the weight of culture and the power of inheritance.

After the ceremony, Lin Jiajun and Li Sanjin stepped aside. The archaeological team came forward and began to carefully dig the soil behind the tombstone. Every floor tile was lifted with extreme caution for fear of damaging this ancient tomb.

As the excavation progressed, the entrance to the tomb gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. Everyone was anxiously looking forward to what would be found inside the tomb. They hoped that Fang Sheng could leave some inspiration for the future or even a perfect solution in the tomb.

However, when the archaeologists entered the tomb, they were surprised to find that this tomb, which had been investigated for more than 200 years, was actually empty! The tomb was only about 50 square meters in size, with only a coffin-sized stone in the middle and some messy sundries placed in disorder next to it.

All the archaeologists were struck by lightning when they saw this scene! They couldn't believe their eyes that this tomb chamber that was so highly anticipated was actually an empty tomb! The captain immediately picked up the microphone and shouted, "This can't be broadcast! Major accident! Emergency Plan No. 1, Emergency Plan No. 1!"

Following the captain's order, the global live broadcast suddenly interrupted and was replaced by a solemn and majestic female host who appeared on the screen. She explained to the audience that the live broadcast was interrupted due to technical failure and played some important news briefs.

However, the audience was not satisfied and expressed their dissatisfaction and doubts about the interruption of the live broadcast on social media. At this time, a middle-aged general in the office of the Extraterrestrial Defense Team was standing on the podium to explain to the soldiers below the importance of Lin Xiaofeng's prediction and the successful construction of the lunar defense base. His words firmly and powerfully conveyed a belief and hope that mankind must unite to overcome the alien invasion crisis that may be faced in the future.

At the same time, the hundred-meter-tall statue of Lin Xiaofeng in Yangqu Square is still looking down at the world. His eyes are facing the tomb chamber, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seems even more meaningful, as if he is laughing at the disputes and ignorance of the world, and as if he is expecting that mankind can truly understand his prophecies and work hard for them.

The booklet that Emperor Jingjiang was reading finally turned to the last page. He sighed deeply, with deep amazement in his eyes: "This strategy is as wild as a horse's head. Who can come up with such a brilliant plan?"

He slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to Lin Xiaofeng, his eyes flashing with a mixture of inquiry and expectation, "Xiaofeng, do you think this method will work? Do you really have no doubts about our Jingjiang railway going public?" Lin Xiaofeng was naturally delighted to hear the emperor's praise. He humbly responded tentatively: "Your Majesty, this is actually drawing on the wisdom of the people. As for whether it is feasible, I think, since there is such a good idea, we might as well give it a try. However, the railway going public is indeed an unprecedented attempt."

The emperor shook his head at first, frowning, obviously worried. But after a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and nodded firmly. He stood up, slowly walked to the window, looking at the blooming imperial garden outside, and his tone revealed a little confusion: "In fact, I don't know... Looking at this book, people's hearts can be so crazy, and I can't help but be affected. In the long run, I don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse."

His voice was low and full of confusion, as if he was talking to himself. Lin Xiaofeng, standing by, couldn't help but feel nervous, unable to figure out the emperor's true thoughts. Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but take a few steps closer, wanting to hear every word the emperor said more clearly. The emperor's voice came softly: "But then again, the benefits of such a strategy are obvious. What is said in the booklet is true. If private funds are injected into the railway construction, the progress of the construction will be greatly accelerated. Even our Jingjiang shipyard can be listed and raised funds in this way to solve the urgent needs of the national treasury."

After the emperor finished speaking, he slowly turned around and his eyes met Lin Xiaofeng's again. His eyes were shining with a firm light like a rock: "I am old, Xiaofeng. I hope to see railways spread all over Jingjiang like a spider web in my lifetime, leaving a well-connected transportation for future generations. So..." He took a deep breath, "Let's give it a try."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng should have been excited, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He recalled the scene when he first met the emperor. At that time, His Majesty was still a wise monarch with vigor and vitality, but now, the white hair on his temples has quietly climbed up, revealing the traces of time. And he himself has also gone from a young boy to where he is today. After the hormone level dropped sharply, his body and mind are no longer as brave as they used to be.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little heavy. In order to break the oppressive silence, Lin Xiaofeng turned around and picked up a stock from the table and showed it to the emperor: "Your Majesty, look, today's stock has risen four times, which means we have earned an extra four million taels of silver out of thin air!" The emperor's eyebrows suddenly bloomed with joy. Four million taels of silver is undoubtedly a huge fortune for the national treasury. The emperor pulled Lin Xiaofeng to sit down, and the two chatted about the stock market. The excitement was beyond words and did not stop until late at night.

When the dawn of the next day filled the land, the door of the stock exchange slowly opened in people's expectation. The people of Yangqu County had already lined up impatiently, and the emperor and Lin Xiaofeng had already sat in the private seats. Although they were a little tired, the excitement and expectation in their eyes could not be concealed. As the door of the stock exchange opened, the crowd poured in like a tide. But unlike yesterday, they were not as eager to check the trading board as yesterday, but rushed straight to the trading counter. With yesterday's experience, the people of Yangqu County once again occupied a favorable position. Not long after, the exchange resumed the hustle and bustle of yesterday, with wailing and cheering one after another, forming a symphony of the stock market.

However, just as people were immersed in this craze, an astonishing scene occurred: the share price of Jingjiang Railway began to soar wildly, while other stocks collapsed across the board. The stock exchange was unprecedentedly filled with green signs representing a decline. Stockholders were panicked, and discussions continued: "Why did Yangjin Iron Mine also fall?! What's going on?!", "Why did Nanzhuang Silk fall so badly?!" Some people tried to calm people's hearts: "Don't panic! This is just a technical adjustment! There's nothing to be afraid of!" The emperor was also startled by this sudden change. He turned to look at Lin Xiaofeng, his eyes full of confusion: "Why did other stocks fall?"

Lin Xiaofeng calmly explained: "Your Majesty, this is because everyone is chasing after Jingjiang Railway stocks. A large amount of funds have flowed in, causing other stocks to be naturally neglected. Without trading volume, stock prices will naturally fall. When this craze is over, the market will gradually recover." After hearing this explanation, the emperor's panic was slightly relieved.

Experienced stockholders soon understood this truth. They no longer paid attention to the stocks that were falling, but instead turned their attention to the soaring Jingjiang Railway. As the stock price continued to rise, the atmosphere in the exchange became more and more fanatical. Near noon, people in Yangqu County had almost bought all the stocks, and retail investors began to enter the market.

At this time, the stock exchange seemed to have turned into a boiling ocean, and people's shouts were as surging as the tide, as if they were about to break through the roof. Their faces were full of expectations and longings, hoping to make a fortune in the stock market.

The emperor was also very excited. He stared at the trading board intently. As the stock price continued to rise, his heartbeat continued to accelerate. Lin Xiaofeng was even more dazzled. He was not concerned about the trend of the stock market, but was secretly calculating the growing wealth in his hands. Although he did not know the specific figures, he knew that he must have made a lot of money today.

His wealth was growing like a snowball. Although it didn't seem much in name, in fact, almost all the private property in Yangqu County was secretly controlled by him. He was confident that he had reached a height that no one could reach - the richest man in the world! The rich people like Xiaobi, Xiaoba, and Xiaoluo were all far behind him at this moment.

"I won! I'm rich!!!" A retail investor knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and shouted. His voice was like a flare that instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the whole audience! Lin Xiaofeng and the emperor couldn't help but cheer in unison. They felt the great charm and benefits brought by the stock market! When the sky gradually darkened and the closing gong sounded again, the share price of Jingjiang Railway finally settled on an astonishing figure - eight taels and three cents!
Everyone was crazy about this number, they knew that according to this rising trend, the price would continue to rise tomorrow. However, at this moment, they had all left the exchange contentedly, and only a few people who had not bought the stocks were still squatting on the ground crying in frustration, because they had missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Emperor Jingjiang sat upright on a sandalwood chair, holding the stock certificate given by Lin Xiaofeng tightly in both hands, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he did not move for a long time. The words "8.3 million taels!" were written on the certificate, like a mountain of gold, weighing him down. As an emperor, he already had all the wealth in the world, but at this moment, this unexpected fortune made him feel like a multi-millionaire. The number, jumping in front of his eyes like a dream, was a little unbelievable to him.

Lin Xiaofeng stood aside, looking at the dull expression of Emperor Jingjiang, feeling mixed emotions.

Lin Xiaofeng's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked softly: "Your Majesty, should we go back to the palace, or stay here for another night?" The excitement that could not be concealed in the tiredness was revealed in his voice. Emperor Jingjiang seemed to wake up from a dream. He took a deep breath, his face full of happiness and satisfaction, "Go back to the palace!" He closed his eyes, as if he had been immersed in endless wealth. After that, he stood up and walked downstairs with a dragon-like and tiger-like step.

Lin Xiaofeng followed closely behind, but suddenly heard a cry of surprise from behind the screen. He turned around and saw Shu Wenxu with disheveled clothes and red eyes, as if he had experienced a great change. "Fuck! Mr. Shu, what happened to you?!" Lin Xiaofeng asked in surprise. Shu Wenxu looked exhausted, and his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal fire, "I'm fine..." He said with difficulty, "Mr. Lin, how many stocks did you buy?"

Lin Xiaofeng explained, "I didn't buy any. I just gave one million shares to Your Majesty. This was our previous agreement." He paused and asked, "What about you? How much did you buy?" Shu Wenxu showed a relieved smile on his face, with a gleam in his eyes, "I didn't buy any either... How is Your Majesty doing?" "It's done! We can discuss the matters in the court later..." Lin Xiaofeng answered easily, the joy and sense of accomplishment in his heart surging like a tide.

At this moment, outside the holy city, the sun shines through the clouds onto the winding road, and a carriage slowly drives in. Dogtail Grass and Father Jesus sit in the carriage, enjoying the scenery along the way. The two chat and laugh happily, as if they have foreseen the good times that are coming.

As the outline of the Holy City gradually came into view, Dogtail Grass took a deep breath and sighed, "We are finally here. This journey has been so difficult." His eyes were shining with anticipation, as if he had already smelled business opportunities and new possibilities. The priest also looked at this mysterious and ancient city with deep emotion, "This is also my first time in the Holy City. I am so lucky to have the opportunity to see the Emperor of God in person."

The carriage stopped in front of the city gate, and the two men got off and walked towards the city gate with their entourage. The holy city was magnificent, and the city walls towered into the sky, like an indestructible barrier. The city gate was bustling with people coming and going, and people's gorgeous and noble clothes showed the prosperity and wealth of the city.

The priest looked up at the statues and golden decorations on the city wall, his eyes sparkling with hope. He said to Gouweicaoer, "Gouweicaoer, I hope to win more support for the Ferrero Church during this visit to the Holy City. The church has a growing influence among the people, but it also needs more resources and support for sustainable development."

After hearing this, Gouweicaoer raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Father, your idea is very good. But we have to see the actual situation first." He looked around at the bustling streets and pedestrians, "This city is full of business opportunities and possibilities. Maybe we can start with the business aspect first."

The two walked into the gate of the Holy City with expectation and longing, as if they had seen new flowers blooming in the future on this mysterious land. At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang, Lin Xiaofeng and others are about to embark on a new journey, and their future will also bloom with their own light on this vast continent.

When they arrived at the majestic city gate, two guards in shining silver armor stood like statues, holding spears like two silver dragons across their path, looking solemn and inviolable. The priest hurriedly stepped forward and explained their purpose in a hurry: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are from faraway Ferrero. I am the new cardinal. I have come all the way here to receive a holy baptism." After that, he respectfully handed over the commission for the guards to check.

The guard took the letter of appointment, but his sharp eyes turned from the letter of appointment to Cao'er who was standing quietly beside him. Seeing this, the priest hurriedly added: "This is a friend I met on the way. She came from the more distant East and also had an ardent desire to visit the Emperor of God." The guard looked at Cao'er carefully. Her eyes were as deep as the sea, and her face revealed a kind of grace and tenacity unique to the East. The guard nodded, indicating that they could enter the city.

However, just as they were about to step into the city, the guard suddenly stretched out his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "The entrance fee is one silver coin per person. You need to pay as many silver coins as the number of people you have." The priest was stunned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "This is a holy city, how can you charge a fee? How can believers be turned away because of lack of money?"

The two guards smiled at each other, and one of them answered in a joking tone: "This is the rule! You can't enter without money. You can pay as many silver coins as there are people. Pay or not?" Seeing the frivolous expressions of the guards, the priest's anger surged in his heart like a tide: "This is absolutely ridiculous! You are clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to make money! As a cardinal, I will soon meet the Emperor of God, and I will definitely expose your ugly behavior!"

The guards laughed even more happily when they heard this, as if they had heard a funny joke: "Okay! You can go and report us! But without the silver coins, you still can't enter. It's up to you to pay the silver coins or not." The priest roared, his voice echoing at the city gate: "I won't pay! And I must enter this city! What can you do to me?" The priest's anger had reached its peak, and his hair seemed to stand up because of it. The first impression of this holy city had been greatly damaged.

Seeing the priest's firm attitude, the two guards also straightened their backs. They poked their spears into the ground with force, making a clanging sound, as if to protest: "If that's the case, don't even think about going in. Stand aside and don't block the way for others." The priest's eyes widened and he roared: "How dare you!" At this time, one of the guards bent down with a joking smile on his face: "What's the matter? Are you not convinced?"

During this confrontation, Cao'er stood quietly by the side, her eyes as calm as a deep pool, silently observing everything. She felt the importance of power and money in this world more deeply than anyone else. So, she gently pulled the priest's sleeve, the action was gentle and firm, as if it had a soothing power. She took out a bulging bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to the guard, saying in a clear and pleasant voice: "This is our entry fee, please let us in."

The priest looked at Cao'er in astonishment, his deep eyes seemed to be flashing with disbelief. Cao'er, with a wisdom and calmness beyond her age, smiled and said: "Father, sometimes we need to use some strategies and skills to achieve our goals. Before we achieve our goals, all the efforts and patience are worth it."

After that, she took the lead and walked into the holy city full of mystery and solemnity, her light steps seemed to be walking on the clouds. The priest was stunned for a moment, and then followed Cao'er's footsteps and walked into the city they had longed for. They walked through the bustling streets and lively markets, feeling the unique charm of the city. Finally, they came to the magnificent hall. At this time, the priest had calmed down his emotions. He took a deep breath and prepared to welcome the upcoming baptism and the summons of the Emperor of God.

When the priest heard the guard's words, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, as if a blazing fire was raging in his chest. His tall body trembled slightly, as if he was hit by an indescribable force. The guard's disdainful eyes and contemptuous words were like sharp arrows that deeply hurt his heart. He felt unprecedented humiliation and anger.

Just as he was about to step forward and argue with the guard, he suddenly felt a gentle force pulling his sleeve. He turned around and saw Cao'er standing beside him. She had a gentle and calm smile on her face, as warm as the rising sun. She took out a delicate purse from her waist, took out a few silver coins with her slender and dexterous fingers, and handed them to the guard with both hands. Her voice was sweet and sincere, as if a spring breeze was blowing through my heart: "General, are these silver coins enough for us to enter the city?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, then took the silver coin, and the contempt and disdain on his face instantly disappeared. He smiled awkwardly, as if he felt a little sorry for his behavior. He waved his hand, indicating that they could pass. However, when they passed through the city gate, he couldn't help but mock the priest: "As a cardinal, don't take yourself too seriously."

After hearing this, the priest's anger was ignited again. However, Cao'er quickly reached out her hand and gently covered his mouth, signaling him to stay calm. She looked at him with a firm gaze, as if telling him: "At this moment, patience and reason are the most important." Then, she took him and walked quickly into the city.

After entering the city, Cao'er let go of the priest's hand. She looked at the priest's angry and excited face and sighed deeply: "Father, you are too upright, but it is easy to suffer in this complicated world. We are here for more important things, right?"

The priest's face was still livid, and he said bitterly: "Why should I give them money? This holy city should not charge any fees! Their behavior is simply extortion! These two people have ruined the reputation of the holy city!" Cao'er listened quietly to his complaints and anger, and sighed again: "Reputation? Do you really think reputation can change anything? Don't you see the greed and corruption of the church? If the roots of the tree are rotten, how can the leaves be lush? The reputation of the holy city cannot cover up its essential problems. People are the same. If there is a lack of good governance and constraints, their greedy and selfish nature will be exposed. Even the Emperor of God needs to meet his basic needs first, doesn't he?"

The priest was speechless, his face turned pale and blue, as if he was deeply touched. He stared at Cao'er with wide eyes, as if he really knew this person who he thought was just a little girl for the first time. Her words were sharp and profound, forcing him to re-examine his own concepts and cognition.

Cao'er looked around, full of curiosity and admiration for this strange city. She pointed to the magnificent cathedral in the distance and exclaimed: "Look at that cathedral! Western craftsmen are really skilled! You must help me find such skilled craftsmen. I want to bring them back to Jingjiang and build such beautiful buildings for our country."

The priest silently looked at the prosperous scene around him, but an inexplicable sense of depression surged in his heart. Although the city was prosperous and lively, it gave him a feeling of indifference and alienation. He seemed to be an outsider and could not really integrate into this strange world.

However, Cao'er seemed to have integrated into the city. She looked around with curiosity and excitement, as if she wanted to deeply imprint every corner of the city in her mind. Her excitement and curiosity also infected the priest, making him temporarily forget the troubles and depression in his heart. (End of this chapter)