Lin Fan felt that God was playing tricks on him.
Others who traveled through time were like Long Aotian, but he only had half a pack of cigarettes.
There was no other way. In order not to starve to death, he had no choice but to return to his old business - setting up a street vendor.
What to sell? Use the tinfoil in the cigarette box to paste it into a "treasure mirror" and sell it to those young ladies who love beauty.
As a result, he accidentally moved from Jiangling to Chang'an, and from a street stall to the palace.
The young master from an aristocratic family wants to take advantage of others? Lin Fan used "hungry marketing" to prevent them from queuing up to buy anything.
Officials want to collect protection money? Lin Fan turned around and took out the "share dividend system" and asked them to become partners.
As for the beauties who insist on marrying him...
Lin Fan looked at the account book in his hand and frowned: "Dating is a waste of money! How about... You guys get in line?"
