He was transformed into Fuyao, the thirteenth son of the Qin Dynasty. He was fourteen years old and had just enough monthly money to support fifty guards. The First Emperor was so busy attacking Chu that he probably even forgot his son's name. When the treasury bottomed out, Fuyao sat up from the bamboo chair and asked the guard captain: Where in Xianyang City can I get a white wolf with nothing? Chen Zhuo scratched his head and thought for a long time: Master, there is someone setting up a stall at Dongshikou. Fuyao stood up: Come on, today I will show you what it means to make money every day.
