Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

The person who usually makes the appearance is always surrounded by a large entourage and spends money like water, making it impossible for anyone to doubt his identity. Then, various accomplices come to accompany him, giving off an air of "I wouldn't take money even if you begged me to."

This thing has happened throughout history and across the world, and it tends to be most rampant during times of chaos.

It's like a Ponzi scheme that originated in Europe and America, like that shrewd person who once sold the Eiffel Tower in Paris as scrap metal.

For example, not long ago, a man who owned a KTV in Beijing claimed to be mining in Southeast Asia. By using layers of shell companies overseas to create an air of sophistication, he managed to launder billions of yuan in investment from major state-owned banks overseas.

They were having a blast.

As for the tactic of offering large sums of money to have a child, that's pretty commonplace.

However, Zhao Hao still wanted to meet them. After all, a group of Song people had suddenly appeared and dared to come to the plains to make a living without paying respects at Hongmen Mountain. They were too bold.

Zhao Hao finished the exam that day and then went to find the fat man.

"Hey Fatty, what have you been up to lately?"

The fat man replied, "Nothing serious. I've just been working with the Red Gate people in the Inner World and watching the show."

Upon hearing about the excitement, Zhao Hao became interested. "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

The fat man chuckled, "Hey, let me tell you, that was really interesting. A group of Green Gang members came from the capital of the Song Dynasty and made a deal with the Red Gate, saying they wanted to treat them to tea."

"What does that mean?" Zhao Hao didn't quite understand.

The fat man clicked his tongue: "They're just a gangster! Probably a branch of the Green Gang, planning to come here to make a living and open a branch. But they don't want to be subservient to others and lose face for the Green Gang..."

"so……"

"So the two sides definitely have to fight!"

Zhao Hao rubbed his hands together. "That's going to be quite a show! By the way, will those bronze-level experts make a move? I'd like to see what they've got to do."

The fat man shook his head: "It shouldn't be that big of a deal. Qing and Hong are family, and they have some old ties. How could things get to that point?"

When the name Qinghongben was mentioned, the fat man's smile turned a bit cold. He looked like he had a story to tell, and all he needed was a drink.

Zhao Hao wondered if the Green Gang had offended the fat man.

Before Zhao Hao could ask, the fat man whispered, "Do you know why the Green Gang, whose roots are in Shanghai, suddenly came overseas to establish branches?"

Zhao Hao shrugged: "How would I know? I've never been to the Song Dynasty!"

The fat man gave him a knowing look and whispered mysteriously, "Let me tell you... I heard that the royalists and the faction of destiny are causing a huge uproar in the Song Dynasty! Even the Green Gang boss thinks things are going to get really bad and is preparing for a comeback..."

If this were Zhao Hao's world, those feudal remnants would have long since given up and were planning to integrate into the system, so they could later rebel against it.

But the world we live in now is different.

This is a world where extraordinary powers truly exist.

Being too materialistic isn't good either!

The Song Dynasty was, after all, a large feudal dynasty that was said to have been enlightened by a golden god and had lasted for a thousand years.

The royal family and the emperor are far more than just titles; their importance is unparalleled. Like ballast stones, they safeguard the destiny of this ancient nation.

Changing the emperor is fine, the problem is that we can't do without him, at least not now.

Moreover, although the Song Dynasty has faced several crises, it has survived them all. Who knows if it can survive this time as well?

It's hard to say what kind of power the royal Zhao family, which has accumulated strength over a thousand years, possesses.

Now, with the resurgence of psionic energy, the psionic sea has been stirred up into a whirlpool, a change unprecedented in a millennium. Anyone or any force caught in the middle is nothing more than a piece of duckweed, drifting with the tide.

Whether to adopt a constitutional monarchy like Britain, treat the royal family as a mascot like Japan, or completely overthrow the monarchy like the Russian bear to the north... the road ahead is shrouded in mystery.

If no strong men emerge, what will become of the common people?

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Chapter 190 The Green and Red Roads Are Open, and There Is a Great Show!

What will become of the Song Dynasty in the end, and where it will go, is none of Zhao Hao's business, nor can he control it.

Didn't someone say it?

A person's destiny depends on their personal efforts, but also on the course of history.

Could Zhao Hao still influence the course of history?

He could only drift and tumble in this ever-flowing river.

"The tide rider stands at the crest of the wave, holding the red flag high and keeping it dry."

We will be fortunate enough to witness which direction this flag is heading.

……

Zhao Hao had no time to think about the Song Dynasty; instead, he was looking forward to watching the spectacle.

The Green Gang and the Red Gate set up a stage; if you miss this kind of excitement, you might not see it again for a long time.

However, this kind of thing is usually not allowed to be watched by outsiders, otherwise it would just be like a street performance.

Zhao Hao was thinking about whose influence he could gain by associating with someone else.

Originally, I was going to follow the fat man and shamelessly try it out as a relative of the Red Gate.

I didn't expect Uncle Tie to call.

"Oh my, I never expected you to have such great influence, Uncle Tie! The Red Gate has taken the initiative to invite you to the ceremony!"

Uncle Tie scoffed at this: "There's nothing to see. It's just that an old acquaintance invited me, and I couldn't refuse. But it's a good opportunity to take you and Ma Long to broaden your horizons."

Listen to this, listen to this, what does "card face" mean?

There's nothing to see!

Zhao Hao thought that Uncle Tie's antique shop should be renamed Versailles Imperial Antique Shop.

Zhao Hao thought for a moment, if the Red Gate is going to invite people to attend the ceremony, they shouldn't just invite Uncle Tie, right?

So, there are other big shots involved?!

Wow, this is getting more and more exciting!

When the day arrived, Zhao Hao dressed in glamorous attire and even got a new hairstyle.

This prompted Elena to ask him if he was going on a date.

Zhao Hao: "Don't get the wrong idea. The Song people's group is having an internal event today. I'm going to show up!"

When Zhao Hao arrived at the antique shop, Uncle Tie, dressed in a long robe, was sitting there drinking tea.

Ma Tie, standing next to him, was also dressed in a smart outfit, as if he were going to compete for the title of best in Tianjin.

To Zhao Hao's surprise, Ma Xiaoyu was also there. And she was cheering and jumping for joy, not stopping for a moment.

Upon seeing Zhao Hao, Ma Xiaoyu quickly greeted him, "Brother Zhao, you've arrived? Let me pour you some tea."

Zhao Hao quickly pressed down on the teacup, "Yes, Uncle Zhao. We can't let Ma Long get the better of us."

Ma Long chuckled, "Let's keep our own names. She calls you 'brother,' and you call me 'uncle'!"

Zhao Hao glared at him but didn't say much; he was indeed young.

Why should a twenty-year-old argue with a thirty-something-year-old single guy? It's pointless!

Thinking that Ma Long might sleep with his training dummy every night, Zhao Hao felt that he should give way to him.

While Ma Xiaoyu went to the back room, Zhao Hao asked in a low voice, "What do you mean? Xiaoyu is going too?"

Ma Long gestured towards Uncle Tie, who was drinking tea in the distance, and said, "It's all because of you. It's one thing for me to go and practice boxing, but you've taken an even more unorthodox path. My father is counting on Xiao Yu to inherit his mantle. So, he has to take her to broaden her horizons as soon as possible. I reckon the two of us are just extras."

Xiaoyu is indeed a smart child from a young age. Yes, that's true.

He has exceptionally high psychic potential and his psychic vision is also quite good. If it weren't for Uncle Tie taking care of him, he probably wouldn't have grown up so big without any illness or disaster.

Given the current environment, becoming an extraordinary being in the future is practically a certainty.

At noon, the group set off. Ma Long drove the old Jeep from the shop, rattling all the way to a branch of the Red Gate.

There were already people waiting here, dressed in traditional black clothing, looking very formal.

A foreign affairs manager from the Red Gate politely led several people into their private secret realm, a temple on the 11th floor of a building.

That's right, the temple was built on the 11th floor of this building.

The entire floor is the interior of the temple, with its flying eaves and brackets adorned with gold and phoenix paintings, giving it an antique feel. The main deity worshipped in the temple is Guan Yu.

If this happened directly in this temple, it would be difficult to realize that you are on the 11th floor of a building.

Looking at the twelve-foot-tall statue of Guan Yu, Zhao Hao wondered if he could put his own statue of Guan Yu up there for worship.

After offering incense to Guan Yu, we came out from behind the temple. The vegetation on both sides was lush, and in the blink of an eye, we had arrived in the Otherworld.

The area was bustling with activity, and from afar, two- or three-story wooden or brick houses could be seen – this was the benefit of mastering the secret realm. One could freely develop a foothold within the inner world.

Of course, the inner world isn't safe either; you need to have enough strength.

This place isn't very big; it can only be considered a base for the inner world of the Red Gate.

After walking for a few more minutes, we came to a high, open area.

The two groups of people stood in neat rows, supported by two flagpoles as thick as a thigh. Flying on them were very similar flags, one embroidered with the blue character "青" (qing, meaning blue) and the other with the red character "红" (hong, meaning red).

The flags are very similar in style, but the embroidery is different for each one.

The fat man said that Qing and Hong were originally one family, and Zhao Hao believed him more than halfway after seeing the flag.

There were thirty to fifty people on each side. In addition, Zhao Hao also saw the fat guy and other close bystanders.

Then there are people like Uncle Tie and Zhao Hao.

They were invited to observe the ceremony, or rather, to act as judges and impartial personnel.

Uncle Tie was invited to sit in the front row on an official's hat chair, where four others sat next to him.

Zhao Hao recognized one of them. He was wearing a suit without a tie and had a big bald head. Wasn't that the Zhi Dian monk from Fu Lu Temple?

This person is indeed extraordinary.

Uncle Tie is a Bronze-level transcendent. Those who can be ranked alongside him and invited by the Red Gate to witness the ceremony must also be of the same level.

Zhao Hao nudged Ma Long, "Do you know those guys?"