The night Zheng He died of illness, I became the fire chief of the treasure ship.
1433, Guri. The Ming Dynasty fleet is on the verge of collapse: thirty years of sailing efforts are about to be wasted, and the treasures on board are about to be locked up in the warehouse by the court and no one will care about them again.
He Jian, who traveled through time and became a low-level fire chief, had only one thought - he couldn't let the fleet disperse.
He has something that others cannot see: a "Four Sea Business Map" that can display global prices, routes, and supply and demand in real time; a "Future Library" that is gradually unlocked and contains five hundred years of accumulated knowledge; and a countdown that will soon overwhelm the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty - Tumu Fort, there are still sixteen years.
On the way back, he used semaphore signals to double the efficiency of the fleet; in Sumatra, he mediated a tribal vendetta with one sentence in exchange for a permanent port; at Guli Wharf, he erected the first wooden sign saying "Da Ming Warehouse".
The day the account book was delivered to the emperor, the court was shocked - a net profit of two million taels of silver was made.
Zhu Zhanji was lying on the hospital bed and held his hand: "You are my money bag."
However, after the emperor's death, a eunuch named Wang Zhen lost power in both the government and the public. At the court, the civil service group regarded him as the biggest thorn in the side of the Jiangnan gentry. The Oara cavalry in the north were sharpening their swords, but the important ministers in the court only wanted to conquer the country personally.
He Jian has two cards in his hand: one is the fleet and firearms that are taking shape in Nanyang, and the other is the history that is destined to happen in his mind.
There was only one thing he had to do - flip the chessboard over before everyone could react.
