After having iced fruit tea, it suddenly rained.

  Many people were taking shelter from the rain on the stepped platform in front of Shan Jing Department Store, and Fang Xin and Xiao Bing had no choice but to do the same. After all, no matter how carefree they were, getting drenched to the bone was still a headache.

  No intention of going out with everyone, the two just took a look around the store, turned around and saw a large number of photo albums, flipped through them briefly, they were all ** or semi-** albums, some even boasted "16-year-old beauty girl certain photo album"

  Xiao Bing's face was slightly flushed, but she still seemed somewhat interested as she flipped through it.

  Fang Xin felt a bit constrained, he looked up and found that this location was actually in the "Fine Arts District". Upon closer inspection, it was indeed possible to see some art books among the piles of photography collections. However, as his gaze swept across the area, Fang Xin saw something strange.

  A bespectacled and slender student was flipping through a book, slowly moving to a blind spot, then suddenly stuffed the book into his bag.

  He then walked out of the blind spot as if nothing had happened, flipped through a few more books casually, and strolled past the checkout counter, exiting the corridor.

  Fang Xin was shocked for a moment as it was his first time seeing a thief in this world.

  The student also noticed the gaze and turned around to take a look before leaving quickly.

  "What's wrong, did you see something?" asked Xiao Bing, putting down the photo album. "Nothing, let's go!" said Fang Xin, buying a few things at the department store and swiping his card before leaving.

  As soon as they went out, they found that the rain had stopped. It was only five thirty and the sun still had a lot of afterglow. Fang Xin and Xiao Bing sat down on a long bench in the nearby park.

  This is a very large park. There are also many small fountains, and many young people on skateboards wandering around the square, and when they see girls, they go up to chat them up: "Hey, want to come play with us?"

  "This is recent, heard by Fang Xin, and Fang Xin also heard her reply: '500 yuan for one night. Do whatever you want, how about it? We are three of us!'"

  Of course, this is Fang Xin's boring record, and then copied the words, Xiao Bing translated the result.

  Of course, not everyone is here for the women. Some are here to practice dance and music, and there's even a group of people practicing with wooden swords.

  Fang Xing even noticed that some young men, with a hint of danger in their breath, like fierce wild rams, were wandering around the park. The public toilets, however, made Fang Xing sigh with dismay. After all, those beautiful girls had followed men into the toilets with an air of grandeur, and there was only one possible explanation. There was no other possibility.

  However, Xiao Bing and Fang Xin both noticed that no one approached the long chair where he and she were sitting. When someone saw the extra seat and walked over, they would pause for a moment before avoiding it.

  However, someone broke this tacit understanding. A student walked over, Fang Xin looked up and found it was the student who had stolen books earlier. He walked to the side of the two people in a daze, sat down without saying a word, stared at Fang Xin and Xiao Bing, then took out his sketchbook and started drawing.

  "Hey! What are you doing?" Fang Xin said unintentionally.

  "I am painting." The student surprisingly could still understand and stuttered in Chinese, after finishing speaking, ignored me and continued painting.

  Xiao Bing and Fang Xin looked at each other in surprise, but before long, the student handed over the drawing. Xiao Bing casually took it and opened it to take a look, then let out an "ah" of surprise, her eyes immediately changing expression.

  Fang Xin was also shocked, although it was just a sketch, simple strokes, but under the sunset, on the field, boys and girls leaned against each other, the boy in deep thought, handsome with a hint of profundity, the girl gazing, her eyes full of adoration, that atmosphere, almost transcendent. Although Fang Xin didn't understand painting, he knew that technically it could be improved, but this kind of artistic talent, which can give life to the canvas, is very rare.

  It is clear that this painting has brought them closer together, although it may only be a second-rate work now, but it already shows a person's deep artistic potential.

  Xiao Bing said: "The painting is really good, I will collect it, write your name on it!"

  The student touched his head, then awkwardly wrote down the name, which was Miura Chihiro. After Xiao Bing said the name, Fang Xin finally understood and laughed: "Miura Chihiro, what are you searching for in a thousand searches?"

  "I want to find the pinnacle of painting, the true meaning of art." This sentence, however, seemed to have been thought out by this student long ago and recited repeatedly. Without hesitation, he said in clear Chinese: "I hope I can go to the Imperial Academy for further study, if not a thousand times, then nine thousand times!"

  "Alright, since you've met me, consider yourself lucky. Whatever you want to do in the Empire, just come find me and I'll give you a brain space address later. Just send a message and that's it." Fang Xin saw Xiao Bing smile silently, knowing she was from an imperial noble family and couldn't easily make promises, but seeing her expression, he knew she liked him, so he said as much.

  It was only a brief moment, and an understanding was reached. Holding the painting, the three of them chatted for a while on the long bench before they found out that Miura Chihiro had recently been accepted into school to major in fine arts, and was currently a first-year student. Xiao Bing lightly explained that Japan still required taking exams to advance, rather than directly moving up grades. They eventually talked about what happened at the plaza.

  Miura Chihiro looked and said, "Actually, there's nothing, it's just boredom. Welfare is available domestically, but most people can't find anything to do, so they're playing like this in boredom. Look, that girl is still the daughter of a county council member!"

  Following the line of sight, that girl, wearing a modified kimono, had a clear and beautiful appearance, with her waist tightly bound, showing off her full chest and waist. Some men had already approached her to chat her up, but she was smiling, and finally chose one man to walk together with him, all within five minutes.

  So young and beautiful, yet why? Fang Xin didn't discriminate against joyful pursuits of carnal desires, which are extremely normal things, and the more the merrier doesn't matter. However, looking at these people's situation, it seems like apart from this, there aren't many other things to do, which is abnormal.

  "What's wrong, Ah Xin?" asked Xiao Bing. This time, Fang Xin didn't hide it and directly expressed his confusion.

  "It's actually very simple, didn't Chihiro say so? Apart from seeking pleasure, they have nothing else to do." Xiao Bing said calmly: "Without a sufficiently thick and solid civilization, even if technical heights are reached, the result can only be decline and destruction."

  Fang Xin subconsciously froze for a moment, and suddenly, he shuddered all over, thoroughly understanding. This realization made his hair stand on end, and he almost trembled with fear.

  Reading the history of empires, it's completely different from the earth. It can be said that it thoroughly looks down on the theory of the earth. The front is fine, but the back is thoroughly clear, becoming the basic political and economic principles of this world.

  After returning to Japan, Fang Xin wrote down his own experience and recorded it in the space. This article was evaluated as confidential by the Imperial Government, with an additional 1,000 credit points and 3,000 contribution points.

  The specific content is excerpted as follows:

  "If we regard slaves without any knowledge and skills as a necessary stage of society, we can see that slaves in history did not have the power to build, but rather followed history. Especially from the perspective of dialectical research. We can see that slaves would also revolt. However, their only choice was to kill the slave owner and burn down the stronghold."

  "From multiple projections about slaves, eighty percent of them are that after the slaves divided up the food and ate their fill, they stopped producing and when they realized they had to produce again and rebuild, it was already too late. The knowledge and equipment were all burned and destroyed, this base collapsed into ruins, everything had to start over from scratch, some didn't even have a chance to begin before being eliminated by hunger and cold."

  "While twenty percent became slave owners themselves, retaining some knowledge and equipment, this did not drive social progress."

  "In later years, there were partial free tenants and peasants with landlords, which can indeed be called class antagonism. However, we also confirm that no peasant or tenant uprising could play a progressive role in history; they only repeatedly rebuilt the cycle of destruction and reconstruction. We acknowledge that this resistance made it clear to the so-called landlord and noble classes the importance of alleviating exploitation. This is all the positive factors of class theory. However, the destructive effect of class theory on accumulated culture and knowledge offsets this point. From the perspective of historical progress, class theory has always been auxiliary and secondary."

  "In modern society, workers and capitalists have become a new class relationship, but this still does not overthrow the truth that workers and capitalists have never become the progressive forces of a new society, but only the fundamental forces of this society. Someone once proposed that workers are the force of a new society, which has been proven to be wrong. Workers will forever be the most docile ruling class in history."

  Until mechanized mass production, intelligent machines replaced humans to do the hard and difficult tasks, social form for the first time, from people exploiting people, surpassed to the extent that people exploited intelligent machines, we unknowingly evolved into a higher social form - it turned out that mechanical people were the proletariat in prophecy, while all human beings became the bourgeoisie.

  "Material abundance is rich, whether working or not, can obtain basic living materials, have a house to live in, food to eat, basic music and art to enjoy, social welfare to share. We once cheered that the golden age of humanity had arrived, but now we realize that this society is not as perfect as imagined."

  "No longer threatened by cold and hunger, no longer engaged in life-and-death political struggles, with safety and warmth guaranteed, many people lost their sense of purpose in life. Humanity began to feel lost, empty, and uncertain about the meaning of life. As a result, they could only immerse themselves in pleasure, especially carnal desires, leading to unprecedented moral decay.

  Contrary to what many people imagine, the high-tech era is not an era of religious destruction, but rather an era of unparalleled development of religion and philosophy. The root cause is just one: where does our existence find its meaning?

  This meaning cannot be obtained through technology. Nations with a rich historical culture can easily draw nourishment and strength from tradition to navigate this lost stage and move towards the true Golden Age. However, nations lacking deep cultural connotations become lost in it, their people begin to degenerate, and carnal desires become mainstream. Some even evolve into a state where they can only feel the significance of their existence through constant stimulation."

  "Either slaughter, or conquest, or carnal desire, those who possess power and can only find the meaning of their existence in these things are the Asura."

  "It is our great honor that our empire has the longest-lasting civilization in the world, with an unparalleled depth of tradition, a philosophy that encompasses heaven, earth and man, and an incredibly powerful Taoist heritage, which enables the empire to truly stand at the pinnacle of the world. However, this is still not enough, as the empire strives to project itself onto various planes, seeking new cultures and civilizations, taking their essence, laying the foundation for a Golden Age, or even a Holy Way Age."

  "Technology and civilization are two wheels. A country with only civilization but no technology cannot enter the holy temple of humanity, it can only become an empty talk on paper or a castle in the air. However, a country with technology but no civilization will eventually get lost, degenerate or be destroyed. Today, I have come to realize this and am now enlightening all past, present and future societies about the sacred way."

  Of course, that's for later. At this moment, Fang Xin was in a daze. Then, Xiao Bing's voice sounded again: "Alright, it's getting dark, let's head back! Tomorrow we'll go play at Mount Fuji!"

  Fang Xinde nodded and saw that there was a card-swiping device, so he went over and not only swiped 10,000 yuan for this Sanpuyuki, but also left his address in the space represented by the card.

  Miura Chihiro noticed Fang Xin's distraction and knew he couldn't say anything more, so he patted his hands and stood up, clumsily walking towards the outside. Suddenly, he turned back and reminded him, "Mr. Fang, there's one thing I need to remind you of. Although you're an imperial person, you also need to pay attention to safety. Don't let your girlfriend stray far from you. Some perverted guys have already lost their rationality and don't care about the dignity of the empire."

  Fang Xin stroked his knife and nodded with a smile, having taken a liking to him.