The two books Mr. Max obtained are works by Li Zhaoyu and Li Yongzhong.

Li Zhaoyu traveled to the Netherlands and France with his younger brother Li Zhaocheng a few years ago and wrote a "Survey on Production and Life of European Workers". Of course, when it was published, the two chose to use a pseudonym and a name, as if it was written by one person.

Li Yongzhong became a household name in the empire for his book "Capital No Motherland", and Mike has read both of these books.

Li Yongzhong's book is full of criticism and vigilance of capital, which is the same as Mr. Max's daily work, but the substantive content of this book is of no use to his work and research. On the contrary, the report written by Li Zhaoyu's brothers is of great significance to Mr. Max. In his articles, Mike has repeatedly cited the data and cases.

This is actually easy to understand. The classes of the brothers Max and Li Zhaoyu are different. Max's investigations of workers and capital are mostly from the grassroots and the bottom, and many situations cannot be investigated. During the Li Zhaoyu brothers' travel, although they were also white dragon fish suits, the two brothers would not disguise themselves as ordinary people, but disguise themselves as young businessmen from the empire. By chatting with the factory owner in the name of negotiating business, they could get a lot of data that Max could not investigate.

At noon the next day, Li Zhaoyu and Li Yongzhong sat opposite Mac. This time, Li Zhaoyu directly revealed his identity.

"Are you a prince from China?" Mike felt unbelievable. He pointed to the "Survey on Production and Life of European Workers" on the table and said, "It was not written by you, right?"

"No, this is exactly what I and my brother did. A few years ago, because of the Spanish throne's succession war, we traveled to the Netherlands." Li Zhaoyu took the initiative.

Li Yongzhong agreed with the explanation: "Mr. Max, the imperial royal family has the habit of visiting privately, that is, disguised as civilians and mixed into civilians. This is the political tradition of the empire. Although it sounds a bit incredible, it is indeed a fact."

After listening to the translators, Mike frowned, but instead said, "Okay, I believe it. I think if you lied to me, you would definitely make up a more decent explanation, rather than an impossible thing to hear."

Li Zhaoyu smiled, took out the pen and said, "This is a gift my grandfather asked me to give you. Although he had never seen you, he had read your article. He believes that your research plays an important role in the entire human civilization."

"Is that true, but what does this have to do with the father of His Majesty the Emperor of your country?" Max spoke German with the translator for a while before he realized that the Supreme Emperor was not the emperor, but the emperor's father, and a living father.

"It doesn't matter. I just express my respect for you and hope that you will continue to stick to your own research." Li Zhaoyu said gently. He took out a letter with him intact paint from his bag he carried with him and said, "This is my own letter from my grandfather. Please testify. No one has ever opened it."

Seeing that the paint seal was intact and the private seal was still covered, Mike nodded slightly, and he chose to take it apart directly in front of Li Zhaoyu and others.

After being opened, there was a piece of letter paper and a sticky note with a string of words and a string of Arabic serial numbers written in Chinese.

The letter paper was written in clumsy German, and the font was quite ugly, but after reading it at the beginning, Mike realized that this was a copy that Li Mingxun wrote in Chinese, then asked someone to translate it into German, and then copied it by himself. It was a German version of the letter. Obviously, Li Mingxun had not used these Latin letters for a long time and was a little unfamiliar with them.

"............ Seeing your concept of 'surplus value' published in the London newspaper, I deeply believe that this is a very valuable concept. It is not only an economic concept, but also a pioneering discussion of the capitalist economy after the feudal era......

I pay tribute to you with my greatest sincerity. Please continue your research. If you need funds, my son Regal and I are willing to help. The note is an address and email address. If you need it, you can write there..."

After reading the letter, Mr. Max carefully prepared it and said, "I have understood the kindness of His Majesty. This is indeed beyond my personal imagination, but I am willing to believe that he is honest and you are honest."

"Then this pen?"

Mike took the gift box, looked carefully and said, "What does the Chinese text on it mean?"

"Be loyal to ideals and acknowledge reality." After receiving Li Zhaoyu's permission, the translator told Mike truthfully.

"A good proverb." After Max understood, he nodded slightly and continued: "This seems to be an encouragement, and it seems to be a warning. But I never accept gifts from the powerful. Although your grandfather has emphasized this personal gift in his letter, he is his Majesty, which God cannot change.

I also ask you to believe that this is not my disrespect for him. In fact, I have heard his story countless times. He is a conqueror and a legislator. His philosophical thoughts are also very precious, and he once guided me on the way."

Li Zhaoyu was a little embarrassed, while Mr. Max asked: "Young man, did your uncle, order me to give this pen to me? What if it doesn't work? If it's not good for you, you can tell him that you have completed the task."

"No, no. I just don't want to disappoint my grandpa."

"It's okay, young man. Your grandfather is over 90 years old and once stood at the top of the world. He has many things he has disappointed in this life, not many of them." Mike said with a smile.

Li Zhaoyu nodded: "Okay, then we'll say goodbye..."

"Please wait..." Mr. MacShi called out Li Zhaoyu who had already stood up, opened Li Mingxun's handwritten letter, folded it twice, only two lines of letter were exposed, and he negotiated with the translator several times. The translator said to Li Zhaoyu: "Young Master, Mr. MacShi means, please write down the meaning of this line in Mandarin."

"What does this line mean?" Li Zhaoyu glanced at the line of letters and shook his head helplessly. If he could understand German, he would not have brought the embassy's translator.

The translator said: "I am also helpless. Mr. MacSir knew that translation would change the charm of the original language. This is why foreigners cannot fully understand the charm of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, so he hopes you to translate, but is afraid that you will not give the original meaning."

Li Zhaoyu understood the translation's concerns. He could write it, but what he wrote was the content given to him. But what Mike wanted was the original sentence of his grandfather, but he could not read even this German letter, let alone the original text.

"Then tell me, what does this mean?" said Li Zhaoyu.

The translator said: "The meaning of this sentence is that if you want to know whether you are doing it right or not, you can only do it. But I think His Majesty the Supreme Emperor must have said the most wise sayings related to this...." When the translator said that he smiled slightly at Mike, pretending to be casual and said to Li Zhaoyu: "Mr. Mike just now was not folded completely, and I saw the beginning and end of that sentence. His Majesty the Supreme Emperor said that his life was to uphold the principles represented by this sentence.

I think this is also why Mr. MacShare insists on getting the original text of this sentence.”

Li Zhaoyu nodded slightly and suddenly understood. He took the pen from the translator, shook his head and returned it to him. Instead, he opened the golden pen that Li Mingxun originally wanted to give to Mr. Max, and wrote a line of Chinese characters on a piece of paper: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

"This is a sentence from my family motto." Li Zhaoyu asked the translator to explain to Mr. MacS.

Mike once again expressed his gratitude to Li Zhaoyu, and after meeting Mrs. Yanni, Li Zhaoyu chose to say goodbye.

"It seems that the Chinese aristocrats are indeed different from the European aristocrats." After Li Zhaoyu and the others left, Yan Ni packed up the table and said to Mikes. When Li Zhaoyu arrived, Yan Ni's reception was just a little bit of cookies she made and a cup of white water.

The guest did not dislike this, Yan Ni thought of this. After all, she discovered yesterday that two young people from China were very well-educated, and even if they were disliked, they would not show it. This was to safeguard the dignity of the owner. But Yan Ni did not expect that the Chinese prince actually drank their water and ate biscuits. Before leaving, she even told Yan Ni that the Chinese people had proved that drinking boiled water regularly is more helpful to health.

After hearing his wife's words, Mr. Max thought for a while and said, "It's limited to the Chinese royal family. But you're right, they are indeed different. I now understand why the Chinese emperor, who was born in a businessman, established a powerful country that had never been seen in history in just a few decades.

He is worthy of the word greatness, this is true.”

Li Zhaoyu and Li Yongzhong walked out of the street where Mr. Max lived. Neither their dress nor their behavior caused any trouble to Max. In the eyes of the neighbors, it was just two young people from China who admired Max's knowledge and came to ask for advice.

Walking all the way to the bustling streets, the two of them got on the carriage.

"How should we explain to the country?" Li Yongzhong asked.

Li Zhaoyu didn't care at all: "Just tell the truth. I think my grandfather and father should know that this is a weird person. My grandfather said that madmen and emperors are often separated by a thread, and those with ability have a bit of a weird temper."

"Where is Crown Prince William?" Li Yongzhong asked again.

"Just tell him the truth. In this matter, William respected my friendship with him, and I must be honest." Li Zhaoyu thought for a while, as if he was measuring the interests, but in the end he was honest.

Li Yongzhong nodded and stopped talking. It was a long way from this street to the embassy in Berlin, but the road was repaired very smoothly. Sitting in the carriage, Li Zhaoyu could calmly close his eyes and ponder, while Li Yongzhong could look at the unread books and newspaper clippings peacefully, all the content belonged to Max.

The quiet in the carriage lasted for a while. Li Zhaoyu recalled all the details of his meeting with Mr. Max, but he still didn't find anything extraordinary. In Li Zhaoyu's opinion, Max is the kind of person who is a bit annoying. He is knowledgeable and firm, but his personality is somewhat problematic. He is not suitable for politics or as a friend.

After careful recollection, Li Zhaoyu opened his eyes and saw that Li Yongzhong was still reading those books. Li Zhaoyu said: "If Mr. MacShi really has any great qualities, it must be related to these books. However, the articles I have read feel a little arrogant, just like a mortal trying to peek at the secrets of heaven, and a little too idealistic.

I feel that what he wrote is not very meaningful."

When Li Yongzhong heard Li Zhaoyu's speech, he closed the volume of "Critique of Political Economy" and said: "But there is no harm in reading it more, at least we know what these social politicians think."

"You seem to appreciate Mr. Max very much," asked Li Zhaoyu.

Li Yongzhong nodded: "Like Mr. Fu Liye, he makes me feel that there is something like faith."

"Is that right? It seems that there is a big gap in our philosophy. However, you still seem to hear people who like to see these things." Li Zhaoyu shook his head. Although Li Yongzhong was not the same as him, he was not angry.

"This is a masterpiece of stealing the country." Li Yongzhong said half-jokingly.

"Is that?" Li Zhaoyu refused to comment. Li Yongzhong asked: "Young Master, these works are also published in China. I really doubt whether the people on the censorship agency have any problems with their heads."

"This is allowed after my father participated." Li Zhaoyu said: "Defending the people's mouth is worse than preventing rivers. This thing is the same as controlling water. It is impossible to block it, so it is better to lose it."

Li Yongzhong's expression was still a little serious. Li Zhaoyu said: "My father said that what is depicted on it will not become a reality in his lifetime. I think I will not have a chance to confront him in my life."

Li Yongzhong nodded: "If this is the case, there is no need to worry too much."

Li Zhaoyu said: "But I suggest you read it carefully and study it."

"Why?" Li Yongzhong was puzzled. He was not really ready to learn, because according to the theory above, he belonged to the class that was being fought and targeted.

Li Zhaoyu laughed and said, "Actually, the reasons are very simple. These theories are both profound and boring. I really can't stand it. But since grandpa attaches so much importance to them, I must not ignore them. Therefore, you should take a good look."
Chapter completed!