In his previous life, he was the ace partner of a top consulting firm, good at making plans, manipulating people, and playing with people's hearts. In this life, he became Xiao Jingxing, the most incompetent ninth prince of the Wei Dynasty - he was in debt of one hundred thousand taels at the beginning, and he was a sworn enemy in both civil and military circles. His father treated him like a poisonous insect, and his brothers wanted to sacrifice him to heaven.
In this collapsing world where clans are monopolized, martial arts are rampant, and there are even witches and poisons in southern Xinjiang that cause trouble, Xiao Jingxing decided not to pretend anymore.
No money? He organized the "Oiran Creation Camp" and introduced the rice circle culture, allowing celebrities to spend all their money to compete in the rankings and harvest the whole city's leeks in one night.
No rights? He rubbed "black powder" with his hands and established the Shenji camp. No matter how martial arts masters or heavy armored cavalry, all living beings are equal in the face of the "line up and shoot" tactics.
No momentum? He wooed the female head of the largest plutocrat family in the Wei Dynasty. He used futures leverage in his left hand and industrial steelmaking in his right hand. He used the torrent of steel produced by the assembly line to crush the centuries-old pride of the family.
"I came to Dawei to do only three things: get money, get guns, and get rid of dissatisfaction!"
From the dandy prince in the capital, to the "Thunder God" who made the northern barbarians tremble, to the "industrial tyrant" who made the Witch King of southern Xinjiang despair. Xiao Jingxing stood on the ruins of blast furnaces and cannons, and smiled at the imperial power of the old era: "Father, please abdicate. Because - the truth is only within the range of the cannon."
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