The Great Zhou's Number One Man Starts by Selling Hamburgers

Chen Mo transmigrated.

In his previous life, he had managed a restaurant chain. The moment he opened his eyes, he faced a nightmare from the very beginning: he was buried in debt, his thatched hut leaked, and three burly men outside were demanding payment with spiked clubs in hand.

He had no spiritual roots, no connections, just a drafty thatched shack and half a sack of spirit wheat seeds.

But he smiled.

“Three days,” he said obsequiously to his creditors. “I’ll give you a business that makes a fortune every day.”

His creditors had no idea that this ordinary scholar had the business world’s deadliest weapons of the twenty-first century in his head: membership plans, prepaid balances, scarcity marketing, supply chain integration, and subsidies worth tens of billions.

They also had no idea that the down-and-out sword cultivator who had stayed on the roof for a bite to eat would one day become the Great Zhou’s eldest princess, shielding him from swords, breaking him out of prison, and turning against the entire imperial family for his sake.