In the private room of a five-star hotel less than 500 meters in Jinling People's Hospital, Yang Feng and Shi Bowen had a great time having a meal.

Since I really wanted to ask Shi Bowen, an associate professor in the history department, Yang Feng's current wealth is naturally not stingy, and the specifications of this meal are quite high-end. Whether it is lobster from Australia, Chianina steak from Italy, or Alaska king crab, Shi Bowen is very happy to eat.

"Well……"

Shi Bowen, who put down the knife and fork, burped, leaned on the chair with satisfaction and said to Yang Feng: "Boss Yang, this time it was thanks to you and I could taste such top-notch food. This time I can also proudly tell my colleagues in the school that I have also eaten the world's top-notch food."

"Hahaha……"

Yang Feng couldn't help laughing.

"Since you like it, if you like it, you can come here often in the future. The cost is calculated on me."

"No..." Shi Bowen waved his hands repeatedly, "It would be fine to eat this kind of good thing once or twice. If I really want to eat it frequently, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it."

Seeing Yang Feng's somewhat puzzled look, he explained: "As the saying goes, it is difficult to go from frugality to extravagance to frugality. I am just a teacher. If I pay attention to my appetite all day long, I may not have much time to study in the future. This is contrary to my original ideal, so let's forget it."

After hearing what Shi Bowen said, Yang Feng nodded secretly when he saw his face that was not as disguised as he was. Today, there are many experts and professors in China who can speak lies for money, but at the same time, there are also many people who always stick to the bottom line in their hearts, just like the one in front of him. Although he does not refuse to enjoy it, he is very clear about what he should do and what he should not do.

Shi Bowen picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine, and then said to Yang Feng: "Since I have eaten your meal today, I must make some statements. I just saw that you are quite interested in the history of the Ming Dynasty. I am afraid you have any questions to ask me?"

"Professor Shi is indeed like a torch." Yang Feng smiled slightly, pondered for a moment before asking: "To be honest, I have been studying the history of the Ming Dynasty during this period. I have always had a question. That is, if Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youxiao, had not drowned, would the Ming Dynasty perish? Where would it go if it did not perish?"

"Haha..." Shi Bowen shook his head with a laugh: "There is no if in history. There has been a lot of controversy in the historical world of Ming Xizong's death.

The Ming Dynasty described him as an emperor who only knew how to do carpenter work. He only favored Wei Zhongxian all day long and made the entire country messy, so that no matter how hard his successor Zhu Youjian tried, he was unable to turn things around in the end, which would only lead to the demise of the Ming Dynasty.

But you have to know who compiled the "History of Ming Dynasty"? It was the Qing Dynasty. Manchus reached the top by stepping on the corpses of the Ming Dynasty. Can he evaluate his enemies fairly and justly? So when we read "History of Ming Dynasty", we should read it with our brains and not be deviated by the history books."

Seeing that Shi Bowen was tempted to change the topic, Yang Feng quickly said: "Professor Shi, I just want to ask you, if Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty did not die of drowning, how could he lead the Ming Dynasty out of the predicament and completely expel the Donglin Party from the court?"

"Boss Yang, you have caused me a big problem." Shi Bowen shook his head helplessly: "I am just studying history, not the head of state. What is the difference between throwing this question to me and asking Yu Biao?"

Yang Feng picked up the bottle and poured one-third of the wine glass in front of Shi Bowen. Then he smiled and said, "As the saying goes, stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. Are you an expert? You always have some unique insights of your own. Otherwise, the US president would not spend so much money every year to hire a large number of senior staff as his consultants."

"Hey... Boss Yang, you're really over-the-top. I don't dare to compare it with those national think tanks. If you spread this, it will make people laugh."

Shi Bowen waved his hands repeatedly and said that he did not dare to accept it. However, as the saying goes, "It's good to wear a lot of flattery, and most people don't have much resistance to flattery, and Shi Bowen is naturally no exception."

After pondering for a while, Shi Bowen continued, "Since you said so, let me talk about my immature views. I have studied history for so many years and summarized several rules."

After taking a deep breath, he said: "If Zhu Youxiao wants to eliminate the Donglin Party and carry out social changes, he must first firmly control the military power. Otherwise, even his own safety cannot be guaranteed, so how can he deal with national affairs and deter the officials and those who are ill-behaved?

Secondly, he must also have certain financial power. Whether in modern times or in ancient times, people without money cannot move forward, and the emperor is no exception. What can you use to support the army without money?

After controlling the military and financial power, Zhu Youxiao can attack the Donglin Party. First of all, he should open a ban on the sea..."

As Shi Bowen said, Yang Feng nodded and shook his head, sometimes browsing and sometimes frowned and pondered...

It took more than two hours to finish this meal. Of course, the sequelae of this meal was that Shi Bowen's voice became a little hoarse.

Shi Bowen smiled bitterly and said, "No wonder the old saying goes, there is no free lunch in the world. Your meal is a good thing, but my voice is a bad thing. It will probably take several days to recover after I go back."

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Shi." Yang Feng laughed: "It's okay, I'll treat you to a better meal in two days."

"Don't... forget it." Shi Bowen's head shook like a rattle, "I probably have to take a sick leave when I do it again, so let's just communicate with you by email if you have any problems, so that I can also reduce my throat!"

"Haha..." Yang Feng burst into laughter.

"Lingling..."

A ringtone rang, Yang Feng took out his cell phone from his pocket, and a soft voice came out of the microphone.

"Afeng, are you still in the hospital?"

"No, a friend and I just finished our meal and were about to go to the hospital?"

"Are you back tonight? You haven't been home for two days."

"Tonight...I'm going back."

"Okay... I'll wait for you to come back for dinner tonight, and I'll make you something delicious."

"Okay, then this is the case first, I'll hang up first!"

When Yang Feng put down his cell phone and saw Shi Bowen looking at him with a smile on his side, he couldn't help but blush and called a little embarrassedly: "Well, the call from his wife at home."
Chapter completed!