Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

Having made up his mind, Fusu cleared his throat and tried his best to project the gentleness and authority of an elder brother.

"Ahem, Brother Huan."

"Hmm? Brother, what's wrong?" Zhao Huan put down the dishes and replied casually.

Fusu walked up to Zhao Huan and said earnestly, "Brother Huan, since we are brothers, there are some things I must say."

"Our identities are extraordinary. Every word and action represents the face of the 'Zhao family'."

"You were speaking rudely and vulgarly in front of those craftsmen, and you were quick to shout about fighting and killing. This...this is unbecoming."

Zhao Huan was delighted upon hearing this.

"Bro, you're wrong about that. With those tech geeks, you have to be ruthless. Do you think they'll listen to you? They're all sticking to one principle: whoever has the biggest fist or the best skills calls the shots. Trying to reason with them? That's like talking to a brick wall."

"No!" Fusu shook his head and said seriously, "The sage said, 'A gentleman subdues people with virtue.' We should influence them with benevolence and virtue, so that they will be convinced of our sincerity, rather than intimidating them with violence. Your actions today, though effective, are ultimately inferior; they are tyrannical, not the way of a true king."

Zhao Huan rolled his eyes at the thought.

Just as my father said, my eldest brother has been deeply influenced by Confucianism.

Ying Zheng, standing to the side, watched this scene with great interest.

He was also eager to see what Zhao Huan's method was for correcting Fusu's thinking.

Li Si, however, kept his eyes downcast and his mind at ease, but secretly he was laughing to himself.

Young Master Fusu, oh Young Master Fusu, if you talk to this young master about Confucian classics, isn't that like throwing a meat bun to a dog?

"Brother, what's virtue? Can you eat it?" Zhao Huan curled his lip. "All I know is that my fists are harder than theirs, and I know more than them, so they have to listen to me. That's the simplest logic."

"Alas, you!" Fusu said with a look of disappointment, "You haven't read enough books! Confucius traveled throughout the states, what did he rely on? He relied on his benevolence and morality, and on his knowledge that was enough to educate all people!"

"puff!"

Zhao Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Brother, you're kidding me. Confucius? Traveling through all the states?"

Zhao Huan laughed so hard he almost fell over, then pointed to his arm.

"Do you really think Confucius persuaded those feudal lords with just words?"

"I've heard that Confucius was over nine feet tall, taller than my father! He was all muscle, and when he stood there, he was like an iron tower!"

Fusu was stunned. "Historical records do indeed state that Confucius was unusually tall, but..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'!" Zhao Huan interrupted him. "My teacher said that Confucius was the unofficial head of the secret society during the Spring and Autumn Period! The place he ran called 'Ru' wasn't a school at all; it was a martial arts school!"

"He has three thousand skilled disciples and seventy-two top-tier thugs! When he travels around the world, he's not there to lecture; he's there to collect protection money!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey or refuse to pay will be dealt with by Confucius and his three thousand gangster followers. They'll be beaten until they submit!"

"What does 'benevolence' mean? My teacher said that Confucius's chest muscles were so developed that they formed the character 'benevolence'! So everyone had to respectfully call him 'Brother Ren' when they saw him!"

"What does 'possessing both virtue and talent' mean? It's the muscles on his back that bulge out like the Chinese character '德' (virtue)! That's called 'virtue and talent on both shoulders'!"

"When the First Emperor was angry, rivers of blood flowed. When Confucius was angry, the feudal lords had to rush over to offer him cigarettes!"

"..."

Fusu was dumbfounded, feeling his mind go completely blank, as if ten thousand mud horses were stampeding through his head.

Confucius... was he... a gang leader?

Traveling around the world...is it...is it to collect protection money?

Ren... Ren is the pectoral muscle?

De...de is the back muscle?

This...this...this is utterly absurd and outrageous!

Li Si, standing to the side, had his mouth twitching wildly, his face turning purple from trying to suppress his laughter. As a representative of Legalism, he had always been at odds with Confucianism.

Hearing Zhao Huan's shocking remarks, he felt refreshed and relaxed all over.

High, it is high!

If those old scholars in the court, especially those stubborn old men like Chunyu Yue and Shusun Tong, heard this, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood and die on the spot.

Li Si had already made up his mind that if Chunyu Yue dared to bring up Confucian benevolence and morality again at the next court session, he would throw Huan Gongzi's "gangster theory" in his face.

Bai Qi listened, completely stunned.

Although he didn't understand Confucianism or Legalism, he understood the principle that "might makes right."

Yes, he agrees with that.

It seems that Young Master Huan is a kindred spirit to me.

Ying Zheng's expression was the strangest. He was first shocked, then he found it absurd, and finally, he actually felt... there was some truth to it?

He recalled his youth, when he was a hostage in the state of Zhao and suffered endless bullying. Back then, who taught him about benevolence and morality?

Don't they all survive by relying on their fists and their forbearance?

Later, the unification of the world relied on the invincible iron cavalry of the Qin Dynasty, not the silver tongues of Confucian scholars.

Thinking about it this way, Huan'er's theory that "Confucius is a gangster boss" may be absurd, but its core... seems to be closer to the true laws of this world.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Fusu finally snapped out of his shock, trembling with rage, pointing at Zhao Huan with his face flushed red.

"You...you are slandering the saint! This is outrageous! Outrageous!"

Zhao Huan shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Brother, don't get agitated. I just heard it from my teacher. Besides, if you don't believe me, I'll read you a passage from the Analects of Confucius, and you'll see if what my teacher said is true."

"The Analects?" Fusu was taken aback. "Fine! Read it! I want to hear how you can glean such... such filthy words from the classics of the sages!"

He refused to believe that the Confucian classics he had studied diligently for over a decade could be misinterpreted by him!

Zhao Huan cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and began to stroll around the courtyard.

"Brother, listen carefully."

The Analects begins with, "To learn and at due times to practice what one has learned, is that not also a pleasure?" Do you know what that means?

Fusu instinctively wanted to reply, "This is the most basic sentence, meaning that isn't it wonderful to review what you've learned often?"

But before he could speak, Zhao Huan interrupted:

"This means that once you've learned a skill, you should constantly find opportunities to practice it! If you've learned martial arts, you should frequently find someone to spar with, and only when you've beaten them into submission will you feel truly satisfied!"

Fusu pointed at Zhao Huan, his chest heaving violently: "You!"

Zhao Huan ignored him and continued:

"And then there's the saying, 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' But that doesn't mean it's really a joy to have friends coming from afar."

"It means, 'Brother, you've finally come all the way from out of town! Tell me, who are we going to kill tonight?' That's real fun!"

Fusu was so angry that his lips were trembling.

Zhao Huan chuckled and unleashed a powerful attack.

"Brother, you must have heard the classic saying, 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening,' right?"