I Transmigrated to Da Feng and Became a Helpless Commoner

I transmigrated into Great Feng and became a commoner merchant everyone could bully.

The aristocratic clans mocked me as crude, the powerful called me greedy, and my fiancée tore up our marriage contract in public, treating me like an ant.

Little did they know that these hands of mine, so practiced at working an abacus, could calculate not only costs and profits, but also the hearts of men and the fate of the realm!

I crushed a century-old cloth shop with an “assembly line,” set the capital’s fashions ablaze with “branding,” and used silver to raise up a new ruler. Only then did the noble houses that had once treated me like a pig or a dog finally understand:

This pig came to eat tigers!