1936, the North African desert.
Lin Mo transmigrates into the body of a starving young chieftain. From the start, all he has is a bowl of porridge!
In public, he's the king of groveling:
“Don't hit me! I'm a coward. I just want some porridge!”
He bows to everyone, timid to the extreme!
Behind the scenes, he's the mastermind:
Cut off the water and salt? Monopolize salt and iron! Manipulate the Italian army? Make others do the dirty work! He's ruthless beyond belief!
Refugees weep and call him father: “Give us a bowl of porridge, and we'll pledge our lives to you!”
Italian soldiers salute and shout: “You're our godfather!”
Three beauties vie for his attention, while he builds an industrialized farming empire.
From a tiny desert tribe, he sweeps across the world!
Years later, as the trembling world faces him,
Lin Mo looks completely innocent:
“I really just wanted to sit in peace and have a bowl of porridge...”
1936: The Desert's Cunning Emperor, Making the Italians Call Him Godfather
Why is it so full of joy when mentioning Italy?