I Made a Fortune in Ancient Times with Makeup

I transmigrated as a beggar, with pockets emptier than my stomach.

I laughed. A degree in chemical engineering plus a track record as a top sales rep? In ancient times, that’s the perfect setup to dominate the beauty industry.

I borrowed ten taels of silver to get started, and one bottle of perfume set Jinling’s rich ladies abuzz.

The chamber of commerce president wanted to put me out of business? I hit back with ten years’ worth of evidence of his crimes and sent him to the execution ground.

The governor’s daughter secretly fell for me, while the tavern proprietress pledged to live and die by my side.

A prince tried to win me over, and the governor-general wanted me dead.

The powerful in the capital fought tooth and nail for my goods, but I shut my shop and sneered:

“It’s not that I want to sell. You’re the ones begging me to open up.”