The day Lin Xiao transmigrated into the Great Liang Dynasty as a penniless scholar, all he had in his pocket was half a moldy steamed bun.
With his knack for chemically refining coarse salt, he managed to buy a bankrupt soy sauce shop on credit.
He took to the streets hawking his “ancestral secret-brewed fresh soy sauce,” only to be doused in filthy water by the neighboring shopkeeper for its strange taste.
Just as his shop was on the verge of closing, one night he accidentally distilled liquor and suddenly realized:
“I can monopolize the entire liquor trade in Great Liang, and turn everyone into debt slaves.”
The noblewomen of the capital were captivated by the soap and glass mirrors he invented;
Enemy cavalry was blown to smithereens by the powerful explosives he created;
Even the most revered princess in the realm kept pestering him for new chapters of his romance novels.
But just as he built a vast business empire, raised an army of a hundred thousand, and came to rule the seas
“You must choose, Your Highness: the title of Prince Consort, or my million-strong business empire.”
So the next morning, the princess saw the same notice posted on every shop in the capital:
“Your Prince Consort, Lin Xiao, has sailed overseas to found a nation. Creditors, please line up by stock number to collect your dividends.”
