Chapter 531 - 396: Why Were the Traces of Qin Shi Huang Deliberately Erased from the River of History?
Chu He and Zheng Bolan were still immersed in the vast river of history, passionately discussing events long buried by time.
A flash of surprise occasionally flickered in Chu He’s eyes.
He had initially thought Zheng Bolan was just a young man with a casual interest in history.
But as they talked, he realized Zheng Bolan’s research and understanding of the subject went far beyond the surface.
It was a deep-seated passion, and he possessed unique, profound insights of his own.
His perspectives were like sharp daggers, precisely dissecting the very fabric of history.
Zheng Bolan’s face was a mixture of excitement and curiosity.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked on Chu He.
With a hint of mystery in his tone, he said, "Mr. Chu, did you know?
While digging into history, I stumbled upon an extremely bizarre phenomenon.
If you look at the magnificent historical tapestry of our Great Xia Empire,
emperors and generals have come and gone in countless numbers.
What’s unbelievable is that only Qin Shi Huang and the Qin Dynasty he founded
seem to have been forcibly torn from the scroll of history by an invisible and powerful giant hand,
vanishing completely, without a trace.
Not only have the details of Qin Shi Huang’s own life been obscured, as if shrouded in a thick fog
that makes it difficult to glimpse the truth, but even the entire historical timeline of the Qin Dynasty
seems to have been ruthlessly washed away by a sudden, violent storm,
gradually fading into the endless abyss of history under the erosion of time.
Mr. Chu, do you think there’s some earth-shattering secret hidden behind all this, something that could overturn our entire understanding of the world?
Is this the result of a deliberate, man-made conspiracy,
or is there some unimaginable, supernatural force manipulating everything from the shadows?"
Chu He stared at the flickering lights and, after a moment of silence, said, "To be honest,
I have no idea either.
However, I have a strong premonition that perhaps right here, beneath the ground we’re standing on,
lies the key secret connected to all of this.
It’s just that for now, it’s still concealed by a thick fog, waiting for us to lift its mysterious veil."
Time passed quietly, and the night grew deeper,
with a darkness as thick as ink enveloping the construction site.
Noticing that everyone’s stomachs were starting to growl,
Zheng Bolan skillfully took out his phone, opened a food delivery app,
and after swiping quickly across the screen for a moment, he ordered several hearty meals.
Before long, the delivery driver’s figure appeared, hurrying through the night.
Afterward, Zheng Bolan, Zheng Xuezhen, Xia Chengli, Yumizakura, and Chu He sat together in a circle.
On the somewhat crude construction site,
they began to enjoy their simple yet warm dinner under the faint glow of a streetlamp.
Zheng Xuezhen held a cup of steaming hot milk tea tightly in both hands.
The aroma of the tea curled into the cold night air, forming little puffs of white mist
and adding a touch of warmth to the chilly evening.
A hint of worry showed in her eyes. She bit her lip lightly and said in a low voice, "Is it really okay for us to be eating here so openly?
I mean, won’t we expose our location this way?
After all, this is a sensitive time. We should be careful. This seems a bit too conspicuous."
Hearing this, Yumizakura revealed an air of calm and complete control. "Don’t worry, Xuezhen.
Everything around us is already under my control.
No matter who it is, they couldn’t possibly escape my spiritual sense’s detection, not even if they make the slightest move."
In fact, there was something else Yumizakura hadn’t said aloud.
’The greatest strength of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox clan is our extraordinary Spiritual Power.
The people originally sent to tail us have already been unconsciously infiltrated by my powerful Spiritual Power.
Right now, they’re still pretending to carry out their surveillance mission as if nothing’s wrong, but in reality, their minds are already under my control.
They are completely loyal to me;
they just haven’t realized it themselves.
And the masterminds who sent them would never dream
that the very spies they so carefully arranged
have now become my capable assistants, planted right beside them.
All of this is happening without anyone being the wiser, part of my ingenious plan.’
Xia Chengli ate the delicious food with relish,
gazing curiously at the brightly lit construction site.
On the site, the roar of machinery was deafening, and huge tower cranes swung their long arms,
precisely lifting building materials to their designated locations.
Workers bustled about in every corner.
Some were carrying bricks, others were mixing cement.
Everyone’s face showed a mix of exhaustion and determination.
Even though it was late at night, the entire site was a hive of frenetic activity.
"Don’t these workers rest at night?"
Xia Chengli asked quizzically, blinking their large, clear, and bright eyes.
Zheng Bolan put down his bowl and chopsticks, gently wiped his mouth with a napkin, and explained, "Ever since we took over this project,
the higher-ups in the White-Red Empire have been paying extremely close attention. They even allocated a special fund, calling it a ’subsidy’.
However, they only had one strict requirement for our land development company,
and that is we must complete the development of this land in the shortest possible time.
As for any resources, manpower, or other conditions needed during the process, we can apply to them for it.
So, to speed up the progress,
my father hired a large number of workers and implemented a three-shift system.
This way, each shift of workers only has to work for eight hours.
It ensures continuous progress on the project while also allowing the workers to get enough rest,
so they don’t get overworked."