In his previous life, he was a star partner at a top consulting firm, skilled at setting traps, pulling strings, and manipulating people. In this life, he became Xiao Jingxing, the least promising ninth prince of the Great Wei dynasty. From the start, he was ten thousand taels in debt, every court official was his enemy, his father treated him like a poisonous creature to be raised, and his brothers wanted to sacrifice him to the heavens.
In this collapsing world of aristocratic clans, martial arts supremacy, and witchcraft and curses from the southern frontier, Xiao Jingxing decided to stop pretending.
No money? He launched a “Top Courtesan Boot Camp,” introduced fan-club culture, and made refined scholars bankrupt themselves to climb the rankings, harvesting the whole city in a single night.
No power? He made gunpowder by hand and established the Divine Machine Battalion. Martial arts masters and heavily armored cavalry alike were equal before his “line up and shoot” tactics.
No influence? He won over the Great Wei's most powerful female financier, using futures leverage with one hand and industrial steelmaking with the other. A torrent of mass-produced steel crushed the century-old pride of the aristocratic clans.
“I came to Great Wei to do three things: make money, make guns, and deal with anyone who refuses to fall in line!”
From a spoiled prince in the capital, to the “Thunder God” who made the northern barbarians tremble, and then to the “Industrial Tyrant” who drove the witch king of the southern frontier to despair. Standing amid the ruins of blast furnaces and cannons, Xiao Jingxing smiled faintly at the imperial authority of the old age.
“Father, please abdicate. Because truth lies only within the range of a cannon.”
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