Chapter 2834 - 1758: Great Ming 1566

Chapter 2834: Chapter 1758: Great Ming 1566

Luo Peng was stunned for a moment, then grinned, finding it both funny and absurd.

Outside the meeting room.

Just like that director in Licheng who insisted on going to the hospital to jump from a building, Li Shuru mysteriously walked quite a distance away, out of the visible range of the meeting room, before answering her phone.

"President Li."

Also at the hospital.

After a certain someone confessed to his girlfriend about watching "Mountain Village Corpse" with childhood friend Qing Mei at a hotel, he came to Sha City, holding a phone in one hand and a report in the other, taking the escalator down.

"Go ahead."

Even though she was far enough from the meeting room, Li Shuru still consciously glanced back.

No one approached.

The Boss Jiang who was also on the phone must have gone to the other side.

"I just came out from the office of the director at Sha City First People’s Hospital."

Upon hearing this, Li Shuru’s pupils suddenly contracted, yet her tone remained calm and authoritative.

"Continue."

"Director Fang..."

The man pinched the report he had just obtained, "...seems to be pregnant."

Li Shuru’s gaze fixed, as if her very soul had been extracted, frozen on the spot.

"...Are you certain?"

Li Shuru’s voice turned abruptly hoarse, as if turbulent emotions were clashing and battling within.

"I’ll send the report to you."

Li Shuru put down her phone, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, remaining motionless for a while. Sunlight poured in through the corridor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a long shadow towards the direction of the meeting room.

Following the direction of the shadow.

Walking about eighty or ninety steps, passing by the nearly central meeting room door, Boss Jiang was also on a call.

His call was much farther away, an international one, and required more confidentiality.

Perhaps this is why the couple is so in sync.

"I saw that blonde at Wataru Tetsuya’s grave."

Blonde.

Isn’t it supposed to be golden hair?

But it doesn’t matter, both colors are practically the same.

And for the Princess familiar with Shen Zhou culture to describe it this way, she surely has a reason.

"I understand."

Boss Jiang, true to his name, remained uncaptured, still so aloof.

A real man, without any soft spots!

"Doesn’t Jiang Sang know what he talked about with me?"

Impervious and detached, the woman on the other end, with her ever-changing identity, wasn’t some basic figure, did not complain or show grievance.

"Go ahead."

Yes.

That commanding presence.

"He stood before Wataru Tetsuya’s monument, raised the corners of his mouth at a forty-five-degree angle, and said that excellent genes should be passed down."

It’s as if being there in person.

Completely capturing the scene of that moment.

On hearing this, even Boss Jiang’s expression finally showed a slight change, his mouth twisted a bit, but certainly not by forty-five degrees.

"Are you scared?"

"How could I be?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s tone rippled with tender laughter, making this cold winter day seem warm.

"Li Ji is no longer alone. No matter what happens, the baby will accompany me. Jiang Sang, I can even feel the baby’s heartbeat, won’t you say, with two hearts beating inside me, I’m braver than anyone else in the world?"

Boss Jiang was silent for a while, "I’ll come over soon."

"Alright."

The sound on the other side grew increasingly tender as if it were enveloping a person.

"The baby is being much more obedient now, you know."

Pregnancy.

Is a very demanding journey.

Especially in the early stages, the mother is likely to experience many discomforts, such as nausea, vomiting, insomnia...

This is when the partner’s company becomes particularly important.

If a woman doesn’t receive enough care and attention during pregnancy, she might remember it for a lifetime.

See how even the head of a district-level Public Security Bureau personally accompanies his wife for check-ups.

Of course.

This is also the duty and responsibility of being a father.

"Are you... okay?"

In the end.

Someone finally asked.

Just a few simple words, yet it instantly stirred up the other party, afraid of any backing out, they hurriedly replied:

"The baby is very well-behaved, though a bit naughty around two months, not letting me eat anything. So I spent every day watching stars with him, telling him stories of my time in Shen Zhou..."

Like pearls and jade dropping onto a plate.

Chattering endlessly.

Jiang Chen listened without a word, quietly.

"Brother Shao, do you think the empire fell because the last Emperor was so foolish and incompetent, throwing parties in the harem all the time, treating the state as if it were a karaoke room?

Or was it because a few villainous ministers ruined the country, infecting a healthy court like a virus?

Or was it that the nomadic tribes next door suddenly went berserk, exceeding their fighting strength, rushed over in one wave, and the defense couldn’t hold?

Wrong.

Completely wrong!

These are just stories told to the common folk.

This is the simplified version, the cartoon version.

The real collapse of an empire was far more terrifying and desperate than that."

Inside the meeting room.

Luo Peng was spirited, radiating vitality, and unconsciously adjusting his cuffs, the topic had already expanded beyond Great Ming 1566.

"Imagine a dynasty as a person’s life. When the nation was first founded, it was like that person’s youth. Let’s call him Old Zhu.

When Old Zhu was young, his family was penniless, his parents starved to death, he had to beg, become a monk, and keep his head on his belt fighting scuffles.

On him, not an ounce of extra fat. Every muscle was grown just to survive. His brain had only one thought: to survive, to have a full belly.

So, when he became an Emperor, every action he took was practical to the extreme."

Bai Zheli adjusted his glasses, head lowered, writing something down as if taking notes.

Li Shao, however, wasn’t as diligent, but still listened intently.

Who said private companies don’t need political education?

Reflecting on history can teach about rise and fall!

For a company too, it holds great learning value.

"Old Zhu slaughtered meritorious officials because he knew that these brothers who fought alongside him to build the empire, each one was a wolf, never satisfied, and could bite back at any time. This wasn’t mercilessness, it was surgical excision, removing potentially cancerous tissues.

He distributed land to farmers because he knew, once farmers had their own land, they would toil to grow grain, and with grain, the country would have taxes, the army would have food. This wasn’t kindness, it was investment, feeding the cows to get milk.

He enforced harsh laws, executed corrupt officials, because he knew that this makeshift stage could not withstand any termites’ gnawing. This wasn’t brutality, it was antivirus protection.

The ruling class of this period, extremely intelligent. Practical to the bone.

Every decision made was with one sole objective: how to let this dynasty survive.

This youth was efficient, aggressive, filled with potential strength.

What he saw in his eyes was land, grain, human heads, and shining silver, without any room for ’illusory’ things..."

"Plop."

Just as Luo Peng, as CEO, was passionately conducting a lesson to the core leadership, the meeting room door opened.

Li Shuru returned.

Luo Peng’s train of thought was interrupted, noticing her state seemed off, her face seemed paler than when she left.

Did she take time to touch up her makeup while on the call?

Not likely.

We’re not strangers here.

"Where is he?"

Li Shuru looked around, not seeing a certain someone, and then smiled asking.

"Just like you, went to take a call."

Luo Peng couldn’t possibly be unaware of her "forced smile," and spoke frankly, "Your complexion doesn’t look well. Was it bad news?"

Running a business isn’t always smooth sailing.

Li Shuru returned to her seat, pulled out a chair, and sat down without responding.

"What were you discussing?"

Since she didn’t want to speak, no one would delve into it, Li Shao interjected, "We were talking about Great Ming 1566."

Li Shuru nodded, her smile light.

"Continue, I’d like to listen too."