Salt, Iron, Mountains, and Rivers

While everyone else transmigrated with a System storage vault, Liu De brought only a head full of stock charts and merger deals.

He woke up as the Prince of Jiaodong, but the palace leaked and the storerooms were so empty even the rats had starved. Three powerful clans controlled all the profits from salt and iron, and even the tax collectors were on someone else's payroll.

Everyone was waiting to laugh at him.

That is, until he built a tall platform outside the city and hung up a sign bearing eight words: "Jiaodong Prince's Mansion: Salt and Iron Presales."

Pay first, collect later, at prices twenty percent below the market rate.

The powerful clans laughed themselves silly. What could a useless prince with no salt fields possibly deliver in three months?

Three months later, the salt pans were producing salt. The cost was one-third that of the boiling method.

For the first time in the Western Han, someone used futures thinking to crush the real economy from a higher dimension.

From then on, there was no stopping him...

Liu De opened his ledger and wrote eight words on the first page:

"The wealth of the realm lies not in the treasury, but in the hands of the people."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.