My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Chen Mo looked up and saw a tall man in a dark robe walking towards him, carrying a bag in his hand.

"This time I brought money!"

Chen Mo stared blankly at the newcomer for a long time before he reacted.

Isn't this the same Qin Shi Huang who wanted to stay at a hotel but didn't pay?

He came over to check out the room before, and after getting a free bowl of instant noodles, he was amazed.

He then expressed his desire to stay in a house, only to discover that the currency was different. Helpless, he claimed to be Qin Shi Huang.

At the time, Chen Mo thought he was lying and kicked him out.

He left with the words, "I will return," and departed.

I never thought they would actually come back.

Chen Mo looked at Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng walked up to Chen Mo, took out a brocade pouch from his bosom, and slammed it onto the table with a "thud".

"Shopkeeper! Do you think this money is enough for me to stay at your place?"

Ying Zheng spoke with an arrogant tone.

"If it's not enough, just tell me! I'll go back and get more!"

"I refuse to believe I can't find a place to stay at your inn!"

After staring at Ying Zheng in silence for a while, Chen Mo turned his gaze to the brocade pouch that had been slammed onto the table. He picked it up and took a look, and immediately gasped in shock.

Gold again!

Although it doesn't look like it's that pure, the weight is still there.

Even if the purity is not high, it can still be worth a lot of money.

Chen Mo looked up, only to see the man in front of him holding his head high with arrogance.

"Well! Do I have enough money?"

"If that's enough, I'd like to stay in the same room I looked at last time!"

The man's eyes flickered.

"And another thing! I want to eat the same thing I ate last time!"

"That's enough! Of course it's enough!"

Chen Mo quickly spoke up, while inwardly sighing with emotion.

This hotel is amazing!

It not only connected with the Tang, Ming, and Han dynasties, but even with the Qin dynasty.

He looked at Ying Zheng, who clearly spoke with a Shaanxi accent, and as if he had suddenly realized something, his mind went blank.

I suddenly became excited.

Without saying a word, he went into the room, took out a world map, and slammed it onto the table.

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Mo who came out, somewhat puzzled, and narrowed his eyes to ask.

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean by this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze was drawn to the unfolded map.

"What is this?"

"Your Majesty! This is a world map!"

Chen Mo looked excited and then pointed to a place.

"This is China!"

Then, he roughly gestured out a range.

"And this is the territory of the Great Qin today."

"And these blue ones are the ocean."

Then, his fingertips slid across the map, from China to Europe and Africa.

"And here, there are all kinds of people, white people and black people. They have all kinds of different languages ​​and currencies."

Chen Mo opened his phone and typed in a random message.

Then, the translations in various languages ​​were played for Ying Zheng to hear.

"Your Majesty, listen! So many languages!"

"Especially English, which every student has to learn these days!"

Chen Mo played a short English video for Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What does the shop owner mean by this?"

Chen Mo put away his phone, his face filled with excitement.

"It doesn't mean anything else! Just one sentence!"

"Your Majesty! I don't want to try anymore!"

"His Majesty!"

Chen Mo became increasingly agitated.

"I don't want to learn English anymore!"

"Why can't others learn our language? Why isn't Chinese the only universally used language?"

"In such a vast world, where everyone is human, there are so many languages ​​and so many currencies!"

"Your Majesty! Do you think this is appropriate?"

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback. He looked Chen Mo up and down and found that his expression was not fake at all, but rather extremely sincere.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"It's inappropriate! It's definitely not appropriate!"

"But I would like to ask, why is it Chinese, and not Qin language?"

Chen Mo was stunned.

He looked at Ying Zhengqian, who had narrowed his eyes, and chuckled.

He remained silent for a moment, then looked at the world map on the table. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the world map and handed it to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty the First Emperor! Please lead the Qin cavalry to conquer the world!"

"Let the whole world have standardized cart tracks, a unified written language, and consistent ethical norms!"