Traveling through time and being a prodigal son with a debt of five hundred taels, the creditor came to steal his wife, and he didn't even have money for tomorrow's meal - Su Chen laughed.
One second he was dealing in tens of billions of mergers and acquisitions on Wall Street, and the next second he was facing a group of loan sharks with knives in a dilapidated thatched house. The original owner was a loser who was addicted to eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling and smoking. He left behind a wife who would never leave him and a pile of bad debts. Everyone was waiting to see his jokes, waiting for his hands and feet to be chopped off, and his wife to be sold into a brothel.
Then, they saw what the capital tyrant's dimensionality reduction attack was.
He turned poisonous salt into snowflake silver and burned the knees of hundreds of thousands of cavalry in Beimang. He issued national bonds, established a central bank, and used a piece of paper to drain the entire empire of real gold and silver. Lin Ruoxu, the chief minister of the current dynasty, used him as a chess piece, the nine-thousand-year-old Hai Dafu used him as a sword, and the Emperor of Chu wanted to use him as a cash machine - Su Chen took out the jade seal passed down from the previous dynasty with his backhand: Sorry, I am the real owner of this dragon chair.
This is not a counterattack, but a crushing one. It's not a Machiavellian strategy, it's an economic nuclear bomb. A modern business genius used ledgers and factories to buy up the entire feudal dynasty.
