My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Back to Chen Mo, just as Chen Mo was about to send a phone to Empress Ma.

Old Zhu arrived with his men, and after counting the number of walkie-talkies, he immediately frowned.

"Wait a minute! I remember ordering only twenty! Why are there fifty here?"

"Oh, this! Your fourth son, Zhu Di, bought the others at twice the price, and these extra thirty units were left to you by him."

Chen Mo explained.

"That fourth kid..."

After listening, Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment. The anger on his face gradually faded, replaced by a complex emotion.

He muttered to himself, as if complaining or sighing, and after holding it in for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence with a barely perceptible warmth in his voice.

"At least this kid has some conscience! We didn't spoil him for nothing!"

After saying that, Old Zhu's lips curled up slightly, and he began to direct the people behind him to work and move things.

Just as the group was carrying the items,

"Manager Chen! I'm here again!"

As the voice with a thick Shaanxi accent rang out, a man walked in with another young man.

"This time, I brought that silly boy with me!"

After speaking, Ying Zheng glanced at the young nobleman beside him.

The young man had a gentle and refined demeanor, with a kind and slightly worried look in his eyes.

He looked at the group of people from the hotel, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"My name is Fusu, and I have met you all before."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao realized the identities of the two people in front of him. His eyes flickered, and he stepped forward as well, displaying the demeanor of a crown prince.

"My name is Zhu Biao, and I greet Young Master Fusu."

"I deeply admire Prince Fusu's magnanimity."

"Come on! Look what those pedantic scholars have turned them into!"

Ying Zheng muttered something to himself, but his gaze turned to the walkie-talkie that was being moved, and he asked curiously.

"What is this?"

"This is a walkie-talkie, which enables remote communication."

"Remote calling?"

Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"How do you make the call? And how many miles away is it?"

So Chen Mo simply demonstrated how to use the walkie-talkie to him.

After reading it, Ying Zheng was immediately amazed and placed a large order for two hundred units on the spot.

After placing the order, he seemed to remember something, looked at Chen Mo, and said solemnly.

"I am not here to stay at an inn; I have two main purposes."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, his tone carrying a complex meaning.

"This kid's brain has been swayed by those pedantic scholars!"

"He won't listen to me, so I'm sending this boy to you so you can 'train' him properly."

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Mo.

"I hope you will not betray my trust!"

"???"

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback and looked at Fu Su.

"You trust me that much?"

"What if I corrupt him too?"

"That's still better than being corrupted by those pedantic scholars!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand, his tone resolute.

He looked at Chen Mo with sharp eyes, carrying an unquestionable intuition befitting an emperor.

"Moreover, I feel that you can teach him well,"

"Although you can be a bit unserious at times, you're actually quite knowledgeable and have a much broader perspective than those pedantic scholars."

"Besides, isn't this place supposed to be some kind of future?"

He pointed to everything around him, his gaze finally settling back on Chen Mo.

"You have lived through my Great Qin Dynasty, and through his Great Ming Dynasty, witnessing the rise and fall of so many dynasties. You have traversed more bridges than those pedantic scholars have walked roads!"

"Could the ideas and knowledge we've summarized be inferior to those of a group of pedantic scholars who only know how to memorize bamboo slips and engage in empty talk about the legendary emperors Yao and Shun?"

"..."

Chen Mo fell silent.

He glanced at Fusu beside him, who was gentle and refined but whose brows did indeed carry a hint of pedantry, and then at Ying Zheng, who had a look that said, "This matter is settled." Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Of course, the heavy burden isn't because we're afraid of teaching someone badly or misleading them.

I'm just afraid of teaching too orthodox methods!

As everyone knows, if we continue teaching in the current way, the result will likely not be an emperor, but rather...

"Brother Zheng, you're under a lot of pressure..." Chen Mo chuckled wryly, rubbing his nose. "Young Master Fusu is, after all..."

"What do you mean, 'what'?!"

Ying Zheng interrupted him, his tone tinged with impatience.

"To me, he's just a clueless brat!"

"I'm handing this over to you so you can correct his outdated ideas!"

"Let him know that governing the world requires more than just benevolence and virtue; it also requires methods, vision, and an understanding of what 'technique' and 'power' truly mean! He must understand what true 'unification' really means!"

He paused, looked at Chen Mo with a deep gaze, and softened his tone.

"I do not ask you to train him to be a second me, but at the very least... you must make him a qualified successor, a monarch who can safeguard, and even expand, the foundation of our Great Qin."

Ying Zheng said it almost through gritted teeth, and then glared fiercely at Fusu.

"Instead of being a pedantic scholar who was easily deceived into committing suicide by a forged imperial edict!"

Are you sure?

Chen Mo confirmed it again and again.

"Don't blame me if you teach it wrong."

"I won't blame you!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand generously, displaying extraordinary generosity.

"I trust those I employ, and I don't employ those I don't trust!"

"Go ahead and teach freely!"

"I'd teach you everything you know!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo's expression became even stranger.

"You said it yourself!"

"Then I'll really teach you properly, and don't blame me if it turns out badly!"

"I will strive to make Prince Fusu a..."

Chen Mo glanced at Fu Su.

"A more insightful and resolute person."

Old Zhu and Zhu Biao are both here watching!

If he really doesn't follow his heart in the future, don't blame him!

These were all things that Ying Zheng asked him to teach!

They even asked him to teach with all his might!

Since he was asked to teach with all his might, he agreed.

Then he'll definitely have to use his ultimate technique!

The dragon-slaying technique inherited from that person must be passed on!

Otherwise, how could I possibly teach with all my might?

However, if Fusu were to shout something like "Long live the people!" or "Down with the emperor, end the feudal system!" in the future, that would have nothing to do with him!

"Isn't that enough?"

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Anyway, Fusu is in your hands! Teach him however you want! As long as he's not like this now!"

After saying that, Ying Zheng glared at Fusu fiercely again and couldn't help but mutter it to himself.

"What a brainless idiot!"

"Even the most foolish person couldn't possibly fail to tell whether my edict was real or fake!"

Fusu's expression was complicated, and he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Chen Mo looked at Fu Su, extended his hand, and gave her a gentle smile.

"Young Master Fusu, I look forward to your guidance in the coming days."

"Here, don't be too reserved. Observe more, listen more, ask more questions, and think more."

Fusu looked at Chen Mo's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then looked at his father's stern eyes, and finally reached out and gently shook hands with Chen Mo, whispering.

"Fusu... will keep your words in mind and will study diligently."

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Mo again.

"Secondly, I wish to see your world map again."

"I didn't look closely last time, but now that I'm back, the more I think about it, the more it itches!"

"A world map?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had already moved his things and was preparing to leave, pricked up his ears.

However, he didn't pay any attention to it.

Because in his view, isn't the world only that big?

His Great Ming Dynasty occupied the nine provinces and was located at the center of the world, while other places were just some small countries.

It wasn't until Chen Mo entered the room and took out a long, large map that this happened.

When the map of the seven continents, four oceans, mountains, rivers, and national territories was displayed before him, Old Zhu fell silent.

"What?!!"

"This is Yingtian Prefecture, this is Yanjing, this is Liaodong region..."

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to several places he recognized, gaining a general understanding of the territory of his Ming Dynasty.

But the more he thought this way, the less he believed it.

"That's right! All the vast land we painstakingly conquered is reduced to such a tiny bit of territory on this map!"

Zhu Yuanzhang gestured with his hands to indicate the name, becoming increasingly shocked as he looked at it.

"This is impossible!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head violently, unable to accept this fact at all.

"Our Great Ming Dynasty extends north to the Gobi Desert, south to the miasma-ridden lands, east to the sea, and west to various foreign lands. How come on your map, it looks like...like a flatbread, huddled in this remote corner?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his finger almost poking at the vast, unheard-of lands on the screen.

"These! These! And this whole area! What are these places?! They all seem bigger than our Ming Dynasty!"

"What on earth are these red, blue, and green drawings?! Are they all from foreign lands?! How can the world be so vast?!"

Chen Mo looked at Lao Zhu's "worldview collapsed" expression and explained.

"Stay calm, stay calm. This is the real world."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to one of the places.

"Look, this is where we are, called Asia, a place that is indeed rich in natural resources and brilliant in civilization."

But the world is much more than that.

Chen Mo's finger slid across the ocean to a continent.

"This vast land is called America, with towering mountains, expansive plains, and countless resources."

"This is Africa, a hot and vast region, rich in gold, ivory and rare resources."

"These two areas are connected; that's Europe, with numerous countries scattered across it, some of which have already begun building ships to explore the oceans..."

"The area at the bottom covered by ice and snow is Antarctica, which is extremely cold and uninhabited."

"And this boundless ocean is far more vast than the land!"

With each place Chen Mo introduced, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened and his breathing became more rapid.

He abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Chen Mo, his eyes burning with intensity.

"You have such good stuff here?! Why didn't you show it to us sooner?! If we had known the world was so vast, would those remnants of the Northern Yuan army have been able to run rampant in the northern desert? We would have..."

"Haven't we always said we'd forgotten?"

Chen Mo touched his nose and chuckled.

Ying Zheng, standing to the side, was also engrossed in the map, carefully searching and tracing names with his fingers while muttering to himself.

"This is my Great Qin... This is the grassland where the Xiongnu roamed... This is the land of the Baiyue... There are still such vast areas to the west? Yuezhi, Wusun... Further west..."

Crown Princes Zhu Biao and Fusu were completely dumbfounded.

"The world...the world is actually so big?"

Zhu Biao stared at the map, his face filled with disbelief.

In his education and understanding, the Ming Dynasty was a vast and prosperous empire, a celestial empire that should rightfully occupy the center and most of the world.

Judging from this map, their Ming Dynasty is merely a corner of the eastern part of a continent!

Fusu gasped, feeling his worldview crumbling and being rebuilt.

In his mind, his father had swept across the land, unified the world, and encompassed the four seas, leaving no rivals in the universe.

On this map, the territory of the Qin Dynasty seems to be less than a quarter of the continent of Asia.

"So... there really are heavens beyond heavens..."

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

Ying Zheng searched on the map for a long time, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if he had encountered some problem.

He finally raised his head, looking at Chen Mo with a confused and dissatisfied expression, and asked a question that almost made Chen Mo stumble:

"Why can't we find the three sacred mountains of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou on this map? They should be in the East Sea!"

"Well?"

Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Actually, none of these three exist."

"Doesn't exist? How is that possible?"

Ying Zheng looked incredulous.

Zhu Yuanzhang scoffed when he saw it.

"We're talking about... Qin Shi Huang, right?"

"How can you still believe in the nonsense those alchemists spout? There's no such thing as Penglai or Yingzhou! They're just scamming fools like you... cough cough."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Ying Zheng's increasingly dark face, chuckled dryly, and continued.

"Those are all just mythical legends; they shouldn't be taken seriously!"

"Look at us, we've never believed in those nonsense about immortality. The real deal is to govern the country well and keep a down-to-earth approach!"

Ying Zheng was taken aback by Zhu Yuanzhang's blunt words, and his face instantly darkened.

"It really doesn't exist? Then why did that scoundrel Xu Fu so confidently tell me that there are indeed sacred mountains overseas, inhabited by immortals, and containing the elixir of immortality?!"

"He even petitioned me to lead three thousand boys and girls, along with grain merchants and artisans, aboard a giant ship to search for it at sea?!"

"He's lying to you! There's no such thing as an elixir of immortality. If it really existed, it would have been discovered long ago!"

Chen Mo shook his head.

"However, Xu Fu did indeed travel overseas, and to a certain place..."

Chen Mo's hand landed on the map again, sliding to a country in the east that looked like a maggot.

"Japanese country?"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Chen Mo nodded and spoke.

"If Xu Fu's fleet had sailed eastward, this would most likely have been their destination!"

"This island nation faces the Central Plains across the sea. During the Qin Dynasty, it was indeed an unknown land overseas, shrouded in clouds and mist. It is not impossible that it was described by Xu Fu as the Penglai Immortal Mountain!"

"However, he also knew that the elixir of immortality could not exist, so he asked you for three thousand boys and girls, as well as grains and artisans, in preparation for running away and establishing himself as king."

"Declare yourself king?!"

"He dares!!!"