Zhao Gou, My Supplies Are Increasing Instead of Decreasing.

The second year of Jingkang, the first day of May. In the back hall of Yingtianfu Yamen, Zhao Gou opened his eyes. It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured into my mind, and two memories collided crazily - one belonged to a Song Dynasty prince who had just been scared out of his wits by the Jin Man, and the other belonged to a hedge fund manager who had been working hard on Wall Street for fifteen years. He took two seconds to confirm his situation. In the first second, he realized that he had traveled through time. The next second, he realized that there was no money in the account.