Chen Mu's view of the world is radical, because he knows very well that diplomacy is not the same as negotiation, and diplomacy and war have an interrelationship.

When he was in Beiyang, he was like this, and he even asked the Beiyang interpreter to recite a sentence repeatedly: diplomacy is backed by force, seeks national interests, and uses non-violent means to exercise force.

Later, this sentence was taken by the North and South Lecture Martial Arts Hall and the Lecture Academy, and every student of the Foreign Affairs Department had to recite this sentence in the first class.

This is a trend of thought, the formation of the trend of thought is a small change of things into a river, when the river surges into a trend of thought, just like today's Ming Dynasty, in the past, people were most envious of officials and businessmen, but most people are struggling to make a living, just envy.

Now it's different, people find that those who change their fate, their life trajectories are bordered by the sea.

Everyone will selectively ignore those who have not returned, and everyone will stare at those rich and noble who have tens of thousands of dollars on a trip to sea, and the most iconic of them is undoubtedly the words of the two Beijing officials in different corners of the world.

"It's strange, why are so many people living in the Yellow Book in the past two years with three points of water?"

Just as the gentry of Quanzhou saw visitors from Europe for the first time, this giant picked up the innocence that had long been forgotten in the corner, like a baby opening its eyes and looking curiously at everything in front of it - reaching out its hand.

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

It's just that Spain is more like an adult than a child who sees the world like a child.

The hot summer in Madrid has ended, and the rainy roads have made the already cramped and gloomy roads even more difficult, and the squeaky carriage still does not dare to run fast after coming out of the city, and it is slow to sway all morning before finally stopping in front of the side gate of the royal convent of San Lorenzo in El Escorial.

The horses snorted irritably, and the loud sound like the sound of cannons in the distance made them a little uneasy, and the two Spanish black-robed guards guarding the side door stepped forward to open the door, and the man in black velvet with a delicate beard looked up at the towering tower under construction in the distance, and sighed softly: "It's too cold and boring here." ”

The guards saluted the man, and they addressed him as 'monk'.

His name was Mario Vázquez, and he was a powerful minister at the Spanish court, serving as private secretary to King Philippe and also as a private priest.

The responsibilities are similar to those of the Shaofu Shangshu Order in the Qin and Han dynasties, and he is responsible for sorting out and processing the kingdom documents. As soon as he got out of the car, two servants removed from the car two boxes of official documents, which were the letters that needed to be handed over to the king in the fifty kilometers from Madrid to the convent.

The monastery was indeed too cold, and the construction of this monastery began fifteen years ago, and the HRE Emperor Charles V, while maintaining his royal power, told Philip to do two things, one was to continue the fight against the infidels, and the other was to repair a majestic mausoleum belonging to the Spanish royal family, but now the complex was even more majestic than Charles had requested.

They found this place, which was neither hot nor cold, not too far from the new capital, Madrid, and for this purpose Philip personally went to the granite hill called 'Piles of Slag' to select the stone and craftsmen, and acted as the overseer himself to select the materials.

The engineer was Juan of Toledo, named Juan Bautista, a disciple of Michelangelo, who designed this huge complex of gray granite, which was planned not only as a convent, but also as a palace, a mausoleum, a church, a library, a charity hall, a seminary, and a school.

For now, however, it is only the lair of Philip, who is degraded by the outside world as the Spider King, and houses the bones of many saints, and the king mingles among the monks to escape the endless court meetings.

Walking through the long corridor, Vázquez saw the king he served, accompanied by several dwarfs who were courtiers in front of the relics of the Twelve Apostles.

Philip still had a gloomy face, perhaps he didn't mean gloomy, but his pale complexion was easy to look gloomy when his face was expressionless, not to mention that he was wearing a black hooded cloak, and his whole face seemed to be immersed in a fog that people couldn't see clearly.

But even if he was shrewd in disguise, Vázquez recognized his king at a glance, not because he was handsome, although Philip was indeed very handsome, but more importantly, the constantly moving hairline and smooth forehead, which could not be hidden in any way.

"Your Majesty should bask in the sun more, the court physician thinks it is good for the body."

Philip took off his cloak and hat, waved his hand to disperse the gnomes around him, looked up at the dark blue sky with rain, and said angrily: "The sun has not appeared for many days, and the court physician still thinks that bald heads are good for hair loss, do you see that my hair has grown?" ”

Vazquez looked at the shiny bald head and raised his eyebrows, his face still had the reserve of the Spanish nobles and did not even fluctuate in the slightest, and raised his hand and said: "At least no one can see whether His Highness's hair has fallen out or not, Your Highness, even if it is cloudy in Madrid, the Mediterranean sun always shines on you." ”

Philip has been plagued lately, with gout turning him into a cripple, inevitably walking bumpy, hair loss making it even more worrisome, and worst of all, his desire to raise a super-little man frustrated.

He loved villains and thought they were fun, and from Madrid to the convents, the Spanish court kept hundreds of gnomes, and even wanted to make super little people by breeding horses.

But a dwarf plus a dwarf, but in the end it gives birth to a normal person, the kind that can grow up, which is really boring.

Philip even somewhat suspected his villain of adultery with the monks of the monastery.

"You'd better tell me some good news this time." At least for now, Philip, whose dream of becoming a biologist has been shattered, is not happy: "Otherwise, don't talk about it." ”

Vázquez thought for a moment and said, "The Duke of Parma, the governor of the Netherlands, has sent a message that he has reconciled with the south, and the next step is to deal with William who is silent in Orange, which is good news, but at the same time, the Duke of Parma hopes that His Royal Highness will not order all the troops to remain vigilant, which will provoke the vigilance of the surrounding countries and cause a new war." ”

Vázquez added: "The Duke wants the court to allocate enough salaries, and the soldiers of the Netherlands are already owed seven months' wages." ”

Philip pursed his lips and looked at his secretary general with a long sigh, and the meaning was very clear: This is also good news?

"I'm going to die if I don't have money to spend, can't they, can't they ......" Philip frowned and pouted, turning his hands around in front of him, and finally said, "Raise a little money on that land?" ”

Vázquez only hoped that the king would come to his senses, and that there would be good news for Spain in the coming years?

It's just that the degree of bad is high and low.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Philip took a deep breath, sorted out his mood and asked, "Gone?" This kind of news is good news, and nothing else? ”