The day Lin Chen lost his job, he pushed open the dusty old wooden door at the back of his childhood home, sealed shut for ten years.
On the other side was a marketplace in the ancient Great Jing Dynasty.
Modern soap that cost two yuan a bar was snapped up by wealthy noblewomen for one tael of silver a bar.
He bought mountain goods for fifty yuan and resold them for fifty-five thousand.
His snobbish landlord mocked him for being poor? Lin Chen bought a home and a storefront on a busy street outright. The old man read through the three-page contract, his face turning green.
His cousin got jealous of his sudden wealth and secretly followed him, hoping to uncover his secret. One little snake was enough to scare the wits out of him.
But Lin Chen didn't know that the owner of the biggest cosmetics shop in the ancient city had already set her sights on his goods.
One wooden door, two worlds.
This time, he was going to sell modern goods throughout Great Jing.
