As a ninth-grade official in ancient times, Zhao Guan just wanted to catch the fish and lie flat.
However, the treasury was empty, the barbarians were knocking on the gate, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were at a loss to do anything.
In despair, he wrote to the emperor: establish a "Truth Bureau" to capture "travelers from other worlds" and squeeze the modern knowledge from their brains!
As a result, national debt was born, the new army was invincible, and the power of capital quietly awakened...
When the chief assistant asked him coldly: "Zhao Guan, what kind of monster are you going to create?"
Zhao looked at the "Imperial Charter" drafted by himself in his hand and smiled bitterly.
He doesn't know either.
Because no one has been able to control the torrent of thought that he started with his own hands.
