I am the prince of a subjugated country who was imprisoned. The emperor of the enemy country made me the Marquis of Anle and wanted me to rot in the sensuality of dogs and horses. The whole capital said I was a waste, a dog that only wags its tail.
The system asked me to raise an army to restore the country, so I invested all the mission funds into the brothel.
When enemy generals come to have fun, I give them credit.
When civil servants from the enemy country come to gamble, I lend them money.
Their wives came to listen to the music, and I asked the storyteller to tell the story of a loyal minister who was unjustly killed by the emperor.
Five years later, the enemy emperor wanted to kill me.
The general kneels before me.
Open the treasury, and all the money will have my name written on it.
Issue an edict to scold me, because I run the newspaper.
He ran up the city wall and wanted to call someone, but the imperial army guarding the city raised their arms and shouted: "Please invite Mr. Chu to ascend the throne!"
I walked up to him and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, look, who owns this country?"
