Father, This Dragon Robe Really Came to Me on Its Own.

Dressed as the most useless third prince of the Great Qi Dynasty, Wang Chuan only wanted to be an idle prince who enjoyed eating, drinking and having fun. Who would have thought that by being bound to a god-level decision-making system, you only need to do multiple-choice questions every day to produce various modern black technology drawings. In the first week, he improved the textile machine, and the price of cloth in the capital fell accordingly. The Minister of Tobe cried and begged him to stop spinning. In the second month, he "unintentionally" proposed assembly line production, which increased the output of ordnance tenfold. The enemy country sent a letter overnight: Qi is afraid that an immortal will descend to earth! In the third year, when the border was in crisis, he yawned and took out the red cannon designed in his dream, and demolished the enemy's city wall with one shot. The old emperor on the dragon throne looked at the memorial and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt outside the palace: "Your Highness, please ascend the throne!" Wang Chuan was shocked when he looked at the dragon robe that had been put on him at some point: "Father, please listen to my explanation, this dragon robe really came to me on its own!