PDLP Chapter 1259 This is nothing!
Chapter 1259 This is nothing!
And those who were eliminated were the losers.
They will be forever nailed to the pillar of historical shame for being "vulgar and ignorant of elegance"!
They will never be able to rise again!
For a time, the entire country of Japan was plunged into an unprecedented and morbid frenzy because of the upcoming "Number One Tea Party in the World"!
And as the instigator of this carnival.
Lin Zhen and Murong Yan, however, acted like two outsiders who had nothing to do with it.
He was sitting leisurely on the deck of the "Black Pearl," enjoying the sea breeze and sipping his drink.
"My husband, your 'cutting off the fuel supply' tactic is becoming more and more sophisticated."
Murong Yan leaned lazily against Lin Zhen's chest, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with undisguised adoration and love.
She now truly admires her devilishly handsome husband to the point of complete awe.
She felt that there was no problem in the world that he couldn't solve.
There is no human heart that he cannot manipulate.
"We're just getting started."
Lin Zhen smiled and gently pinched the tip of her small, pert nose, his deep eyes flashing with a devilish cunning.
"The real show is just beginning."
The sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty warmth, ruffled the stray hairs at Murong Yan's temples.
She leaned lazily against Lin Zhen's chest, the deep red wine from Elizabeth's collection in the crystal glass between her fingers rippling gently with the swaying of the ship.
Today, she was not wearing a phoenix robe, but only a long, dark black satin dress. The dress did not have many complicated patterns, except for a giant phoenix outlining the sky with real gold thread, which was perched in a resting posture.
In the bright afternoon sun, the giant phoenix closed its eyes, and flowing golden light danced on every feather, revealing a languid and contented air, just like its master, after looking down upon the world.
Murong Yan took a sip of wine, letting the rich fruity aroma linger on her lips and teeth.
She turned her stunningly beautiful face slightly, her insightful phoenix eyes gazing into Lin Zhen's eyes.
"Husband."
Her voice carried a hint of laughter, yet also a touch of inquiry.
"On the surface, this 'Number One Tea Party in the World' is meant to raise money for the treasury of our Great Qian Dynasty, but in reality, it is depleting the resources of the old Japanese aristocracy and paving the way for us to support new elites."
"But I always feel that your thoughts go beyond this."
Murong Yan's fingertips gently traced the cool glass.
"Plundering their wealth is only the first step."
“Using the name of ‘tea ceremony’ to divide and subdue them is the second level.”
What is your true purpose?
In her view, given Lin Zhen's methods, he would never be satisfied with just this little bit of benefit.
The grand scheme he orchestrated must be for something far more far-reaching and terrifying.
Using such methods to forcibly plunder will inevitably provoke a backlash.
Unless the reward he wants is a thousand or ten thousand times more important than the gold and silver treasures themselves!
"money?"
After hearing this, Lin Zhen's lips curled into a playful smile, but deep in his eyes was an icy chill.
He didn't answer, but simply took the glass of wine from Murong Yan's hand naturally.
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
As he swallowed the wine, he casually placed the empty crystal glass aside, then reached out and gently lifted Murong Yan's smooth chin, forcing her to look directly at him.
A chilling, bewitching light flickered in those deep eyes.
"Yan'er, what do you think... is the 'root' of a nation?"
he asked.
A terrifying thought flashed through Murong Yan's mind.
Lin Zhen looked at her suddenly changed face and chuckled in a low voice, his laughter filled with absolute confidence that he was in control of everything.
"Money, once it's scraped away, will grow back."
"But what if the 'roots' are uprooted..."
He paused and said, word by word.
"It will never grow back."
He reached out and pulled her closer, gently rubbing his chin against her soft hair, greedily inhaling the orchid fragrance that soothed him.
"My silly Yan'er, you think too simply of your husband."
"If I made such a big fuss just for some gold and silver, wouldn't that be beneath me?"
"Oh?" Murong Yan's curiosity was completely piqued. "Then what for?"
"The human heart."
A sly glint flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes.
"Or rather, it's a weakness of human nature."
He looked at Murong Yan's beautiful face, which was filled with confusion, and explained with a smile: "Yan'er, think about what best reflects a person's status and position?"
"Power? Money?" Murong Yan answered tentatively.
"That's true, but not entirely."
Lin Zhen shook his head.
"Power is illusory, and money is vulgar. For those Japanese nouveau riche who have just climbed up from the mud, what they crave most is something that can distinguish them from ordinary people."
He extended a finger and gently touched Murong Yan's lips.
Scarcity.
Murong Yan's gaze froze.
“Yes, it’s about scarcity.” Lin Zhen’s smile grew even more enigmatic.
"Take that 'Number One Bowl Under Heaven' for example. Is it really worth several cities? No, but why would people like Oda Nobunaga be willing to spend a fortune on it?"
"Because it is unique!"
"Owning it is like owning a status symbol that others can never attain!"
"The same principle applies to the ten 'Royal Tea Academy' slots that I'm auctioning this time."
"I want to artificially create 'scarcity' by using this limited-edition, highest-bidder-wins-all approach!"
"I will make those self-important Japanese daimyo fight tooth and nail and lose everything for these ten seemingly useless titles that actually represent 'taste' and 'status'!"
His voice grew colder, each word like an icicle.
"I want them to clearly recognize a harsh reality during this process."
"Who is the only one in this land who has the right to define 'nobility' and set the rules of the game?"
"When they were tearing and trampling each other apart in a frenzy over a bone I threw to them..."
"Their so-called samurai dignity, national pride, and national concepts will be torn to shreds by their own hands!"
"By then, they will no longer be famous figures or powerful figures."
Lin Zhen's tone was frighteningly calm.
"They're just a bunch of obedient dogs wagging their tails and begging for scraps from my hand!"
These words, without any flowery language, are like the most precise scalpel, bloodily dissecting and exposing the ugliest greed and vanity deep within human nature to the light of day.
Murong Yan listened quietly.
Her husband was not waging a military conquest.
He is carrying out a spiritual castration of a nation from its very roots!
What he wants is more than just their land and wealth.
What he wants is their ideas, their aesthetics, and their values!
He wants to brand everything with the mark of "Da Qian"!
From this day forward, this country will forever be able to follow in his footsteps!
We can only ever admire everything he defines!
"Husband..."
She raised her head and stared intently at the man who seemed to be able to manipulate the whole world. In her phoenix eyes, worship, infatuation, and love intertwined like molten lava.
She leaned in and planted a deep kiss on his lips.
"I'm really, really loving you more and more."
……
Three days later, at Azuchi Castle, at the castle tower.
This grand power banquet, hailed as the "Number One Tea Party in the World," has finally begun its magnificent yet cruel prelude.
The entire castle tower was transformed into a palace of gold and glazed tiles.
The floor was covered with a pure handmade wool carpet from Persia, so thick that it could swallow up all sounds, and people walked on it silently as if they were walking on clouds.