I, the Emperor of Heaven, Take over the Mobile Phone Company

Chongzhen opened his eyes suddenly. The expected underworld did not appear, and there were no old locust branches overhead. What comes into view is a dome as flat as a mirror, carved with strange patterns, emitting a soft but unknown source of light. He found himself sitting upright. What was beneath him was not cold mountain rocks, but a large, extremely comfortable seat wrapped in black leather. He was in an extremely spacious and bright palace. The four walls are not vermilion palace walls, but some kind of material as smooth as glaze. On one side is a huge, crystal-clear glass window. Outside the window, there are countless towers with sharp edges and towering into the clouds. The lights are flickering on them. There are also many colorful iron boxes flying across the criss-crossing flat roads, making a low noise. Where is this? Wonderland? Demonic realm? "Mr. Zhu Youjian?" Chongzhen's pupils shrank. How dare you call me by my name? What a courage! What you inherit is mainly this part of the debt and... The name of this company. " Hundreds of millions... Debt? When the Ming Dynasty's treasury was at its emptiest, his annual income was only a few million taels of silver. This "hundreds of millions" of debt is simply an astronomical figure! He had never owed such a huge debt when he was the king of a subjugated country!