After Time Travel, I Regarded the Emperor as a Partner

My name is Qin Zhao, VP of a leading financial company. I died suddenly while staying up late writing a short-selling report. We woke up as a sick woman on the road to escape famine. Her husband was a poor scholar, and her only food was two hard pancakes. A group of people traveling with us were planning how to "clean up" us. The good news is: this dynasty is going bankrupt. The treasury is empty, the prince is involved in internal affairs, and no one understands what it means that the economic base determines the superstructure. The bad news is: I am a refugee now, and I am not even qualified to participate in the involution. But they don't know—what I'm best at is finding room for arbitrage in information asymmetry. From running away from famine to listening to politics behind the curtain, I run the dynasty like a company and treat the emperor as a partner. They said that women cannot be involved in politics. I slapped the financial statements on the table and said, "Look for yourself. Who is in office and the treasury is full?" It took me ten years to go from being a refugee to being the CFO of Dayan. This is an IPO for time travellers.