Chapter 21 Zhang Family's Internal System

　　In the fog, a voice suddenly asked me: "Why did he leave in the end and go to the next stop?"

　　I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw the fat man chewing on the compressed biscuits, as if he was asking me just now.

　　I asked him, "What did you say?" but I found that I could hear voices when I asked, but didn't open my mouth.

　　"I asked why your little brother left at the end and went to the next stop?" Fatty replied, and he actually heard it.

　　A sense of depression filled my whole body. It was obvious that the stuffy oil bottle had been brought here for a long time. He left here and went to Changbai Mountain, which was obviously the clue from here.

　　I can't restore the process, but what he wants is definitely not here, and he will go to the next stop.

　　And we have seen the whole problem solving process, but we still don't know anything.

　　Why did the fat man suddenly ask me this? I'm a little weird, but I can't remember what the hell I was doing just now?

　　"Do you know the Zhang family?" Fatty asked again, "The Zhang family is so powerful, why do you work so hard to do these strange things?"

　　"Powerful?" I couldn't understand Fatty again.

　　"Powerful, they have no enemies, no one can beat them, what are they doing these strange things for?"

　　Also, for such a huge family as the Zhang family. With such a powerful force, you really don't have any leverage to fight against them.

　　The Zhang family's internal system at that time was already extremely stable. This was the most terrifying and orderly family I had ever seen. It is difficult for a system composed of people to achieve such a degree of cohesion. The basic structure of the system formed by something uncontrollable like people is fragile, but the Zhang family really surprised me.

　　So everything originates from the perverted self-control of the Zhang family, and this self-control comes from their unusual self-control.

　　With this kind of control, unless you deny the entire social system, you kill a few people, seize some property, and introduce some aggressors. In fact, you can't change the status quo at all.

　　I was dizzy again, and the fat man asked me, "Are you dizzy again?"

　　"I want to think about something." I said, I suddenly wanted to think about how this strange organization of the Zhang family works.

　　The first impression of others about the Zhang family—of course, the other person refers to people who really know them, or fight against them, must be the invisible but comfortable control. The Zhang family has designed a social system in which , There are rulers, there are the middle class, there are nobles, there are people at the bottom, and there are slaves.

　　These classes are constantly fighting, consuming their own elites and consuming time. In such a closed circle, all the changes of dynasties are all within the closed circle. Everyone found that they were being pinned down, but the reasons for being pinned down were very good. Neither the emperor nor the leader of the peasant uprising found that the Zhang family, who was watching them from outside this ring, was so simply controlling all the details of this society. .

　　My mind is very confused. In fact, looking at the history of China, you can completely discover a terrifying regularity. The history of China is a constant cycle, and the same regularity will be reincarnated every few hundred to thousand years.

　　how did you do that? If an emperor has no enemies, will he slowly discover that his empire is not under his control at all?

　　People are always immersed in the problems in front of them. An inaction person is actually quite scary. Inaction means that he has a lot of time to watch other people's problems, so it is easy to find that these problems are a kind of "Out-of-the-loop" control.

　　So, you can't make people without problems.

　　The Zhang family is particularly good at serving opposing sides at the same time. This is like the fact that Fan Zeng and Zhang Liang, who are beside Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, are actually a group, and they will finish their lines every day and then act in front of their respective masters.

　　"I think it's better for Liu Bang to take over the world in the end. Xiang Yu's character is not very easy to control."

　　"I think so too, so when do you think it's better to schedule the decisive battle?"

　　"Given the current situation, Xiang Yu's troops are still quite strong. Liu Bang is fighting against Xiang Yu, and he may not be able to win 100%. So I think that in the three months before the decisive battle, we need to arrange several small-scale battles to bring Xiang Yu down. The strength of the team is decreasing by about 20%, so we can be sure."

　　"Yes, but I think double insurance is needed. Liu Bang needs a general who can attack the fort."

　　"Well, let's transfer one person from the patriarch, replace Han Xin, and transfer a team of 100 people from Zhang's family to Han Xin's army."

　　"Yes, then I will advise Liu Bang to reuse Han Xin."

　　"That's it, I'll leave Xiang Yu after I'm fully deployed. Before the establishment of a new dynasty, we need to take care of the points we need to control. The guards around the emperor, the treasury's custody system, and the army's dispatch system must be handled properly. Get stuck, and the mission is done."

　　I lit a cigarette, the complaints in my head made me laugh, I sighed in my heart, and suddenly remembered a question my grandfather asked.

　　My grandfather suddenly asked me this question when I was a child. I don't know why I suddenly remembered it at this time, but when I remembered it, I immediately became anxious.

　　That was when my grandfather closed his eyes in the yard, and I asked him to guess riddles for me (when I was three years old, I liked to guess riddles very much when I was a child, and now that I got the retribution, my whole life has become a big riddle ). My grandfather told a few little riddles at the beginning, and I could easily guess them. I kept asking for more difficult ones, but my grandfather couldn't stand it, so he asked me a question after thinking about it.

　　"If you have a pile of gold and put it in a cave, and you find a guard to guard it, then I ask you, does this gold belong to you or the guard?"

　　"Of course it belongs to me, my gold!" I was smart.

　　My grandfather shook his head: "Unless you have the force to defeat this guard and the ability to grab this guard anytime, anywhere, your gold belongs to the guard."

　　I was very ignorant, and my grandfather asked me again: "If you have an army fighting outside, and you send a general to command them, then, is this army yours or that general's?"

　　I thought about it, and this time I said timidly, "It should still be mine."

　　My grandfather shook his head: "Unless you can provide these soldiers with the gold they need, this army is nobody's. But your gold is not yours, it's your guards, and those soldiers already have that gold. , then can you tell clearly, are these soldiers the biggest, or the vault guards the biggest, or the emperor who has these in name?"

　　I was too young at the time, and I couldn't understand it at all, so I shook my head.

　　My grandfather said: "According to the general principle, whoever knows more, who is more powerful."

　　"The more the better?"

　　"Yes, no one knows where the emperor's gold is, so the soldiers can't snatch the gold themselves, they can only fight for the emperor in exchange for gold, and the guards don't know where the emperor's army is, so he also You can't go into the army and tell others that I can share the emperor's gold with everyone, as long as everyone listens to me and kills the emperor. So the army can only fight, and the guards can only guard the gold."

　　"And then? Is the emperor the most powerful?"

　　"The emperor is so powerful because he knows many, many secrets. However, in this world, there must be people who know more secrets than the emperor. There may even be a person who knows all the secrets in the world, then this person must be is the greatest."

　　"I don't understand, Grandpa, so if we want to become better, do we need to know more secrets?"

　　My grandfather nodded: "I used to think like this. Secrets are the source of all strength, but secrets are also the source of all pain."

　　"Grandpa, this riddle is not fun, I want to listen to the story."