My Private Planet

　　 A large amount of materials were transported into Wang Yan's world, divided into three parts, and stored in the three tribes of Caesar, Alexander, and Arthur.

　　 The three tribes are like celebrating the New Year, happily, singing and dancing, and each member’s face is filled with a happy smile.

　　 Wang Yan has no intention of celebrating with the primitive people in the tribe.

at this time.

　　 Wang Yan sat alone on the top of the mountain when he had just crossed.

　　 He likes this place very much. This is a turning point in his life. At the peak of his luck, he even thought about building a shrine here after the planet was built in the future!

　　 But that is too far away!

　　 Now, Wang Yan, who is worth hundreds of millions and does not need to worry about money for the time being, is thinking about a very professional and serious question-what is civilization?

　　 Seriously.

　　 The planet's will should cry. After not doing business for so long, Wang Yan finally returned to the right path, thinking about something God should think!

　　 The encounters of the three tribes including Caesar on the earth highlighted many social problems, and they also sounded the alarm for Wang Yan.

　　 He felt that he must figure out the true meaning of the proposition of civilization, and then formulate a reasonable plan for development!

　　 Otherwise, his own job can't be carried out at all!

　　 can't fool around with a hammer and a stick!

　　 Look what he has done these days?

　　 It seems to be a serious matter to spread fire.

　　 Moreover, those primitive tribes who have been messed up by him, eagerly waiting for him to give food every day, are about to be cultivated by him to eat and wait to die!

　　 can't continue like this!

　　 "Language and writing should be the foundation of civilization! Throughout the history of the earth, whether it is Chinese civilization, Egyptian civilization or other civilizations, every civilization that has been passed down has its own writing culture..."

　　 "There are words to have inheritance. Therefore, words and languages ​​are the foundation and must be placed first."

　　 Wang Yan carefully wrote the two keywords "text" in his notebook.

　　 "Then, it should be order! If there is no order to restrain, then all the social composition will be a mess..."

　　 "Order".

　　 Wang Yan wrote the second key word.

　　 "Order alone is not enough, morality should also be part of civilization. If order is social restraint, then morality related to thought is equivalent to self-restraint..."

　　 "morality".

　　 Wang Yan wrote the third key word.

　　 "And then..."

　　……

　　 Wang Yan stopped writing, his mind was blank, he hated less when the book was used, and his thinking dried up in an instant.

　　 The foundation of primitive society is too thin, it lacks almost everything, and it is completely impossible to start!

　　 The earth has formed a huge and perfect civilized society, which cannot fit in a primitive society at all!

　　 This is also normal. Which civilization did not develop after tens of thousands of years of accumulation and consolidated a solid foundation. Wang Yan was considering a quick solution. How could it be so easy?

　　……

　　 gave a wry smile, and Wang Yan put down his pen slumpedly. He felt that he was very unsuitable for thinking about such a profound problem!

　　 After all, he is not Laozi, Confucius, Zhuangzi, Han Feizi, Plato, and Socrates...

　　 He is just an undergraduate graduated from an ordinary second-rate university majoring in advertising, and his job after graduation is still art design.

　　 Now, he needs him to consider such a serious social issue, his profession is not right!

　　 "I should have chosen the Department of Philosophy or the Department of Sociology at the beginning!" Wang Yan sighed again, but now it is too late to regret it, and he never thought that he would become a **** in the future!

　　 No, what did he think of just now? Suddenly, Wang Yan was taken aback, stood up excitedly, muttering in his mouth:

　　 "Lao Tzu is Taoism, Tao is nature, and governance by doing nothing, representing the basic law of the development of all things..."

　　"Confucius is Confucianism, Confucianism is ethics, education, self-cultivation, which represents ideological education...

　　 "Han Feizi is a legalist, law is the law, and government officials represent order..."

　　 "The Mohist school represented by Mozi is a craftsman, a construction, representing all walks of life..."

　　 "The farmer is agriculture... the political strategist is politics..."

　　……

　　Wang Yan’s exhausted thoughts were suddenly opened up. Isn’t the great sage in history, the Hundred Schools of Scholars, the representative social composition?

　　 He just needs to fill in his own things according to the frame set up by the saints, and he needs to be an undergraduate to create from scratch!

　　 As for Plato, what did Socrates do?

　　 Wang Yan completely forgot, those foreigners, it would be nice to remember their names.

　　 As expected, he is still the ancestor of his own country...

　　……

　　 "The first step, language, first convey this policy to Li Zhan." Wang Yan cheered up and decided to assign tasks to his only employee, "Right, Li Zhan..."

　　 Wang Yan patted his forehead, and suddenly remembered that he thought Li Zhan was annoying, so he sent the guy to the desert to think about it!

　　 Later, I forgot him!

　　 Counting time, almost three or four hours have passed!

　　Poor Li Zhan!

　　 Please don't do anything wrong?

　　His money is still in the Li Zhan bank card!

　　 Position, observe!

　　 Li Zhan was dying, curled up behind a sand dune, his eyes were dull, his lips were chapped, and he looked dying!

　　 Wang Yan was taken aback, and quickly summoned him back.

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The temperature dropped, and the air seemed to be moist. Li Zhan's consciousness instantly recovered. He rolled his eyes and saw Wang Yan. He wanted to say something excitedly, but he opened his mouth for a long time, only uttering huh, heh. The voice, the long thirst and the yelling that he didn't know about temperance, there was no saliva in his mouth, and his throat was almost useless!

　　 Wang Yan quickly got a large bucket of pure water from the primitive tribe and poured it on Li Zhan's body and head.

　　 Li Zhan is like a hungry fish, swallowing water from the sky, injecting nutrients into his severely dehydrated body cells.

　　 for a while.

Li Zhan regained his vitality and snatched the pure water bucket from Wang Yan. After a violent pour, he cried out: "Boss, I thought you gave up on me!" He sobbed." Ugh...I know it was wrong...I will definitely follow your arrangements in the future and let me do whatever I want..."

　　 Wang Yan smiled apologetically: "You can still have your own opinions!"

　　 Li Zhan: "..."

　　 What should I say this time? Could it be that I'm sorry, I forgot you, so much hurt my subordinates' hearts?

So Wang Yan settled down and recalled the behavior of the leaders in the film and television works. Then, he patted Li Zhan on the shoulder and comforted his injured little soul: "Li Zhan, work hard, you are my first employee. The position of the main **** is still reserved for you!"

　　 Li Zhan's tears flowed out all at once, choked up and said, "Thank you, boss."

　　 Wang Yan smiled: "You are welcome, you should thank you!"

　　 "……"

　　 Li Zhan was taken aback for a moment. He lost control of his emotions for a moment and cried loudly. He was in his forties. At this moment, he was aggrieved like a child of more than 200 jin.