I Built An Empire And You’re Telling Me That I Wasn’t Transmigrated?

Chapter 36 Yang Xu: Did I not transmigrate?!

Fake identity!

As soon as this sentence came out, Delhi and Yuan Xing Guo were stunned.

Yuan Xing Guo was stunned because he did not understand what they were saying during the previous conversations. After all, he is not good at English.

He was baffled when he suddenly heard them mentioning fake identities.

Delhi’s mind was blank. He couldn’t understand what forging an identity meant!

“Forge what?” he asked, puzzled, “Why do we need to forge identities? Will the king let us go if we fake our identities?”

“Even if we wanted to forge our identities, what kind of identities should we forge? Do you expect this king to know about the United States, Japan, and our world?”

Delhi asked a series of questions.

He really needed help understanding what the use of forging an identity was.

Ichiro Murakami smiled confidently, “Before we came to the pool, I noticed the living environment of the Great Xu country.”

“Their way of life was very primitive. They lived in very simple wooden houses with ordinary pottery. There was not even anything that could be called a machine. There was no trace of modern civilization at all. Their living standard was still stuck in the pre-B.C era.”

“Also, did you notice the sign in front of the bathroom door? The words on it are simplified Chinese characters.”

Delhi was dumbfounded as he couldn’t tell what the analysis had to do with the fake identity they had just mentioned.

Without waiting, Ichiro Murakami continued to explain, “The simplified Chinese characters of China have been around for less than a hundred years. It’s a type of font that has only been recently promoted.”

“The language used in the Great Xu nation is the Simplified Chinese, which means that they had close contact with the modern Chinese and learned Simplified Chinese from them.”

“This also means that the level of civilization here was not very advanced, and the tribes may not have recognized a language. This is also in line with the scenes I saw before, the rough pottery and the simple and primitive wooden houses.”

Delhi heard this and got a slight taste of it. “So,” he said thoughtfully, “You think that the king of the alien race is not completely ignorant of the modern world, but what he knows might be very limited.”

“But I still don’t understand. What does this have to do with us disguising our identities? How are we going to disguise ourselves?”

He looked at Ichiro Murakami with confusion. There was no longer any contempt and impatience in his eyes but some respect. Delhi had now acknowledged Ichiro Murakami.

At least, he admitted that he did not notice the things that Ichiro Murakami said.

It was amazing that Ichiro Murakami could observe so carefully in such a dangerous environment and come to such an excellent conclusion.

As for whether or not the king here was Chinese, this question had yet to be

considered.

How could an ordinary China person subdue

so many foreign races? Those were foreign races who could use magic!

A sheep couldn’t lead a pack of lions.

This was impossible!

If the American fighter jets from World War II could come here, then a Chinese man must

have come here by accident. He was captured by the foreign races and taught them Chinese.

Wasn’t that normal?

It was reasonable!

Ichiro Murakami was pleased that Delhi

finally understood what he meant. He

continued to analyze like a military counselor, “For a wise king, it’s not wise to

make enemies blindly, especially those who are unusually powerful.’

“If we want to live, we must let that King

know that our identities are worth living on

and why he can’t kill us.”

Delhi went back to back from frowning and

smiling.

He finally understood what Ichiro Murakami meant, but he still had his doubts. “Mr. Murakami’s analysis is like a priest’s teaching,” Dery said, “It’s very touching. To

observe such fine details in such a dangerous environment and still make such a calm analysis is not easy.”

“But what kind of identity should we disguise

ourselves as to make the king of the foreign race believe us?”

“The other party is a creature that can use

magic. We can’t be sure they don’t have magic

to detect if we are lying. If they find out we’re lying, we’ll only end up angering them.” “Mr. Delhi, you’ve overlooked one point,” said Suncis with a hearty laugh.

“What if we’re completely telling the truth?”

He and Ichiro Murakami looked at each other

and smiled with confidence and pride. There was a sense of satisfaction from their mutual understanding.

Delhi was dumbfounded.

Truth?

Were they not talking about forging an

identity?

Ichiro Murakami patiently explained to Delhi, that still did not understand, “Speaking is an art, but lying is even more so.”

“For example, you once explained that your family mainly sells food to small countries that are short of food. You exchange the food

from the United States for rarer materials to earn the price difference. And as a result, you were personally entertained by many senior officials of small countries and even leaders of small countries.” Deli nodded in agreement. Before this, they had already made a detailed introduction to each other and understood each other’s situation.

His family was in the food business.

It was also true that he was received by the

high officials and the king of a small country. The identity of a major food merchant in the United States was very useful in many places and was also very respected. Ichiro Murakami continued, “So, in a sense, your family is a close partner of many countries. Another example is Xing Guo, who

hosted a state banquet in China and cooked for the leaders of many countries.” “Therefore, he was a top chef who had served

many monarchs and is praised and sought after by many monarchs.”

Deli’s eyes widened as he finally understood.

Other than praise, he did not know what else

to say to express his feelings.

A genius plan!

Real or fake!

It could even be said that there was not a

single lie!

Even if this country had monsters that could

detect lies, it would be impossible to see through a true lie without any lies! Upon hearing this, Delhi’s hope for the future

was completely ignited. He excitedly discussed with everyone how to display the art of lies and what he should say after

meeting the king of the foreign race.

In order to let Yuan Xing Guo understand

their plan, Ichiro Murakami patiently explained it to him. Because in this plan, Yuan Xing Guo’s cooking

skills would be one of their most important cards.

No one could resist the temptation of delicious food!

A chef with extraordinary skills could make

their lies more convincing!

While the victims were plotting, Yang Xu was lying in the king’s luxurious private bathroom, enjoying the service of four

beautiful women, and thinking about problems.

It was a crucial question!

A wooden hanger in front of him was filled

with men’s and women’s clothes.

They were the clothes of Aphra and the

others.

Yang Xu’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the modern clothes. His expression became subtle, and his calm state of mind began to

ripple.

When Yang Xu heard that someone could speak Chinese, he had a very subtle idea, but

he couldn’t and wasn’t sure.

After all, how could it be such a coincidence

that everyone had transmigrated to the same

place at the same time?

Could it be that this transmigration has become a trend?

But now that he saw the clothes and the labels

on them, Yang Xu was completely sure of the

outsider’s identity.

Made in China! Although he had almost returned his English

to his teacher, it was too difficult to forget this sentence.

Made in China!

That was the symbol of an era! Yang Xu leaned against the edge of the

wooden bath, his eyes slightly lowered, and his hands rubbed his eyebrows.

Could it be that he didn’t transmigrate and is still on earth? Compared to the possibility of everyone traveling to the same world, Yang Xu felt that it was more likely that he didn’t.