Until Wang Xifeng couldn't find any good wine because of Jia Mu's medicine, Jia Cong took out a bottle of amber liquor left by Western missionaries from the secret compartment under the bed.
Everyone thought he was another wasted bastard who had to fend for himself, until this "Master Cong" combined wine tasting, brand marketing and a quiet internal business war, stirring up the muddy waters of the entire Rongguo Mansion that had been silent for many years.
Distinguishing antiques in the pawn shop, discussing the tea ceremony in the Grand View Garden, discussing water transportation in the Yanzheng Yamen - when Kaiyuan copper coins beat in the palm of his hand again and again, Jia Cong gradually discovered that his time travel may not be accidental. And Wang Shuirong of Beijing, who always looked on with cold eyes, looked at him with more eyes every day:
"You, the third young master of the Jia family, are like a soul borrowed from somewhere else."
This article uses "A Dream of Red Mansions" as its bones and modern business wisdom as its soul to tell the story of how an "outsider" worked step by step and changed his destiny against the will of heaven in the doomed apocalypse. Should we keep the prosperity of this palace, or start a new business and become a free prince? The answer is hidden in the flickering light of the ancient copper coin.
——It is not only a fan of Red Mansions, but also a business war strategy, and it is also a huge gamble on fate.
Intention: If life could be repeated