After the Exposure, the Persian Prince Went Crazy in Chang'an.

[Travel + Business War + Vest + Counterattack] When I opened my eyes, I became the orphan of a Persian prince living in the Tang Dynasty. Apart from a broken ring, I only had the memory of a modern perfumer. Rice is expensive in Chang'an, so living there is not easy. Seeing that I was about to starve to death, I took out my ancestral craft: making incense! Is ambergris too vulgar? I mixed up the "Sea Soul Fragrance", which is as cold as the sea breeze and as warm as winter wood. It went viral in the ladies circle overnight, and one box was sold for ten gold! As soon as business was booming, Zheng Yuanchang, the giant of the Yangzhou Spice Guild, set his sights on me. He jointly launched an attack with the guild and forced me to hand over the secret recipe: "Hu merchants' tricks and sorcery to deceive people are worthy of selling incense in Yangzhou?" I smiled and handed over three boxes of incense: "This is an ancient Persian method. The governor's wife has agreed to use it." He was so angry that he wanted to cut off my raw materials and seal my workshop. Little did he know that I had already established a connection with the giant Persian merchants through the Maritime Silk Road; the old Persian headquarters in Chang'an West City were waiting for my order. Little did he know that my "Prince of Persia" vest had been silently remembered by the nobles in the Chang'an Palace. Later, my spice empire spread from Yangzhou to Chang'an, and merchant ships loaded with spices and treasures traveled between the Persian Gulf and Guangzhou. Zheng Yuanchang knelt in front of the guild door and begged me to show my favor. The emperor on the dragon throne looked at the tribute "Royal Incense" and said to the people around him with a smile: "I heard that the Persian gentleman who makes the incense wants to open the largest 'perfume shop' in Luoyang?"