Chen Mu's view of the world is radical because he knows very well that diplomacy does not mean negotiation, and diplomacy and war are related to each other.

He was like this when he was in Beiyang. He even asked the Beiyang general translator to recite a sentence repeatedly: Diplomacy is backed by force, seeks national interests, and exercises force by non-violent means.

Later, this sentence was taken away by the North-South Military Academy and the Lecture Academy. Every student in the Foreign Affairs Department had to recite this sentence during his first class.

This is a kind of thought trend. The formation of thought trends is the slight changes of things gather into rivers. When the river surging, it becomes a trend of thought. Just like in the Ming Dynasty today, people envied the most in the past those who were officials and those who did business and trade, but most people struggled to make a living and were just envious.

Now it’s different. People find that those who change their destiny have their life trajectories that are related to the sea.

Everyone will selectively ignore the unrest who are buried in the belly of fish, and everyone stares at the wealthy people who have gone out to sea and have a family capital of tens of thousands. The most iconic one is undoubtedly the words said by the officials of the two capitals in different corners of the world.

"It's strange. Why do so many people have three waters in the past two years?"

This radical and high-spirited thought that flooded the Ming Dynasty, injecting new vitality into the old empire. Just as the gentry and people of Quanzhou first saw a visitor from Europe, this giant picked up the innocence that had long been forgotten in the corner, looked at everything in front of him curiously and stretched out his hand.

In the whole world, only two countries can have such temperament, one is the Ming Dynasty and the other is Spain.

However, compared to the Ming Dynasty, which looked at the world like a child, Spain is more like an adult.

The hot summer in Madrid has ended. The rains and rains have made the already cramped and dark roads even more difficult to travel. After the carriages came out of the city, they still dared not run fast. They swayed slowly throughout the morning before finally stopping in front of the side door of the royal monastery of San Lorenzo, Escorial.

The horses sniffed irritably, and the loud sound like a cannon in the distance made them a little uneasy. Two Spanish black-robed guards guarding the side door stepped forward and opened the car door. The man in black velvet had a delicate beard. He looked up at the towering tower in the distance and sighed softly: "It's too cold and boring here."

The guard saluted the man, and they called him "monk".

His name is Mario Vasquez, and he was a powerful minister in the Spanish court. He was the private secretary of King Philip and also served as a private priest.

The duties were similar to the Shaofu Shangshu Ling of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and were responsible for sorting out and handling the royal documents. Just after he got off the car, the two servants moved two boxes of official documents from the car, and they selected letters from all over the country that needed to be handed over to the king from the fifty kilometers on the road from Madrid to the monastery.

The monastery was indeed too cold. Construction began fifteen years ago. Emperor Charles V of Shenluo told Philip while maintaining the royal power that he wanted him to do two things, one was to continue to fight against the pagans, and the other was to build a majestic tomb belonging to the Spanish royal family. However, the building complex is now even more majestic than Charles's request.

They found this place that was neither cold nor hot, not too far from the new capital Madrid. For this reason, Philip personally went to the granite mountain called "piles of slag" to select stone and craftsmen, and worked as supervisors to select materials.

The engineer was Juan of Toledo, named Juan Bautista, a disciple of Michelangelo. He designed this huge complex of gray granite. In the planning, it is not only a monastery, but also a palace, mausoleum, church, library, charity hall, seminary, and school.

However, at present, it is only the lair of Philip, who was deposed by the outside world as the spider king, and it contains the bones of many holy believers. The king mingles among monks to escape endless palace meetings.

Through the long corridor, Vasquez met the king he served, and before the relics of the twelve disciples were worshipped, several dwarfs who served as court jesters accompanied His Highness.

Philip still had a gloomy face. Perhaps he himself had no intention of gloom, but his white complexion could easily appear gloomy when his face was expressionless. Moreover, he was wearing a black hooded cloak, and his whole face seemed to be immersed in a fog that made people unable to see clearly.

But no matter how shrewd the disguise is, Vasquez can still recognize his king at a glance, not because of his handsomeness. Although Philip is indeed very handsome, the more important thing is that he keeps moving his hairline and smooth forehead, which cannot be hidden no matter what.

"Your Majesty should have more sunbathing, and the court doctors think this is good for the body."

Philip took off his cape, waved his hand to disperse the dwarfs around him, looked up at the dark blue sky with rain, and said unhappy: "The sun has not appeared for many days. The court doctors also think that bald heads are good for hair loss. Look at my lost hair growing out?"

Vasquez looked at his shiny bald head and raised his eyebrows, his face still had the reserve of the Spanish nobles and did not even fluctuate at all. He raised his hand and said, "At least no one can tell whether His Highness's hair has fallen out. Your Highness, even if Madrid is cloudy, the sun in the Mediterranean will always shine on you."

Philip has been maintaining troubles lately. Gout turns him into a cripple, inevitably walking around and getting on the road, and hair loss is even more worrying. The worst thing is that the desire to cultivate a super villain has failed.

He likes villains and thinks they are fun. From Madrid to monastery, the Spanish palace raised hundreds of dwarfs, and even wanted to make super villains by breeding horses.

But a dwarf plus a dwarf gave birth to a normal person who could grow up. This is really boring.

Philip even had some doubts that his villain had committed adultery with the monks in the monastery.

"You'd better tell me some good news this time." At least for now, Philip, who is shattered in his dream of becoming a biologist, is not happy: "Or don't say it."

Vasquez thought for a while and said, "The Duke of Parma, the Governor of the Netherlands, sent a message that he had reconciled with the South. Next, he only needed to deal with William in Orange's silentness. This is good news. However, at the same time, the Duke of Parma hopes that His Highness will not order all troops to maintain vigilance. This will arouse the vigilance of neighboring countries and lead to a new war."

After saying that, Vasquez added: "The Duke hopes that the court can allocate enough military pay, and the soldiers of the Netherlands have been owed seven months' salary."

Philip curled his lips and sighed at his secretary's long sigh, expressing his meaning very clearly: This is also good news?

"I'm going to die if I don't have money to spend. Can't they?..." Philip frowned and pouted, turning around with his hands, and finally said, "raise some money on that land?"

Vazquez only hopes that the king can be more sober. Is there still good news for Spain these days?

It's just that the degree of badness is high and low.
Chapter completed!