When Chen Mo, a social animal, opened his eyes, he became the unlucky king of the Sudan of a small desert country!
The treasury is empty, the aristocracy is corrupt, and the Western ambassador is holding a scrap paper contract, forcing him to sign the oil exploration rights for the next hundred years at a cabbage price! Everyone laughed at him for guarding the golden mountain and begging for food. He was the poorest king in the world.
At the critical moment, [God-level industrial blueprint] awakens!
When the first oil refinery rose from the ground, petrodollars rolled in; when the first domestic tank rolled across the desert, it shocked the world; when self-produced chips made Western technology blockade a joke...
Western powers: "What the hell! How come the oil we bought turned into bullets and was shot back?"
The former suzerain country: "Fake! Who can tell me how that country that was so poor that only sand became a global creditor?"
Many years later, facing the cameras of reporters from all over the world, Chen Mo, who had become the founder of the new world order, smiled calmly:
"A poor country? Sorry, I just want my citizens to be able to drive a supercar."
### **Chapter 1 I just traveled through time and you want me to sign a treasonous treaty? **
