Lin Che, a ruthless financial capitalist, transmigrates into the body of the third young master of the Duke’s household, who’s been thrown out on the street. From the start, he’s five thousand taels in debt and being forced to marry a 200-jin daughter of an imperial merchant in exchange for her dowry.
While other transmigrators make glass and gunpowder, he instead opens Tingyu Pavilion, the capital’s first high-end salon for emotional support.
“My lady, we don’t sell our bodies here, only tenderness.”
“Miss, fifty taels an hour. I guarantee you’ll forget that old man your families betrothed you to as a baby.”
The noblewomen shower him with money, his rivals accuse him of corrupting public morals, and the Crown Prince’s tutor impeaches him for spreading obscenity and leading people astray.
Then the frontier army’s pay runs short, the treasury empties, and trade with foreign nations is obstructed…
The empress gazes at this playboy who keeps going on about “monetizing traffic,” “brand premiums,” and “supply chain integration,” and falls into deep thought.
Later
He packages silk and porcelain as luxury goods and sells them for exorbitant prices.
Glass mirrors become essential for the imperial harem’s competition for favor.
Even foreign princes come begging: “Boss Lin, could you open a branch in our country?”
And the father who once drove him out now stands in the ancestral hall, clutching the family genealogy and asking cautiously:
“My son, do you think… your father’s name could be written after yours?”
