: When Leng Chen woke up, he was lying in a smelly ditch outside Tokyo, with only half a piece of cake left in his arms. His uncle occupied the shop, and his creditors blocked the door and wanted to kidnap him to work as a coolie. What's worse is that he majored in finance at university, could not memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, and could not write policy papers. In this Song Dynasty, where the imperial examination was used to determine the rank, he was a useless person. The moment the system popped up, he thought he could directly conjure a box of gold. But what was written on the screen was: Activation conditions - use two guans of principal, earn 200 guans within thirty days, and life span will be deducted if you default. He borrowed a loan from Xue Sanniang at a high interest rate and rented a shabby storefront in the south of the city. There were only two words written on the door curtain: Qianzhuang. For his first business, Lao Gangtou, who helped unload cargo at the dock, deposited three hundred copper coins, and the interest was five cents, which was more cruel than a pawn shop. The storyteller said that this was called drinking the blood of the poor, and the whole city was scolding Zhou Papi. But he doesn't care.
