After Transmigrating and Being Reborn, I Became Richer Than a Country

The story is complete. Welcome aboard. Qi Qiunian transmigrated, died, and was reborn. When he first transmigrated in his previous life, he had a pocket dimension and supernatural abilities. He looked down on this backward era from on high, only to suffer a nasty setback before long. That made him realize that in an age when scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants were ranked in that order, he was nothing but a merchant. So he took half his fortune and went to seek the backing of the Third Prince, then the leading contender for the throne. In the end, he was discarded once he was no longer useful. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the moment he had first transmigrated. How could a mere merchant challenge imperial power? So he found himself a more reliable backer. The Seventh Prince, Yan Yunche, was the Buddha's chosen son of the Great Jin dynasty. Although he had no chance of inheriting the throne, his status and standing were exalted. Most importantly, the Seventh Prince would not take a life. He was the perfect backer, and Qi Qiunian confidently set his revenge plan in motion. The Third Prince operated behind the scenes, amassing wealth on a grand scale among the people. He used that money to bribe low-ranking officials and secretly raise troops, laying the foundation for his bid to become emperor. Qi Qiunian was no good at the scheming and intrigue of court, but business was his forte. He would get involved in every business pursued by the Third Prince's lackeys. In his previous life, the Third Prince's maternal uncle's family had made a fortune selling ice every summer. This time, Qi Qiunian turned around and taught the common people how to make ice for free. In his previous life, the Third Prince's maternal relatives had monopolized papermaking, keeping paper prices sky-high. Qi Qiunian turned around and came up with more affordable paper: rough paper, Xuan paper, and even colored writing paper. In his previous life, officials under the Third Prince had used their influence to secure water-conservancy projects and embezzle huge sums from the construction funds. This time, Qi Qiunian donated money in advance, made cement, and organized laborers to build the projects. After several rounds of revenge and face-slapping, he cut off the Third Prince's support and put an end to any chance of him becoming emperor. With the Buddha's chosen son as his backer, Qi Qiunian also did plenty of charity. In the end, he still amassed a fortune rivaling that of a nation and realized his original dream of living a carefree life. He simply never expected that, after the immaculate Buddha's chosen son returned to secular life, he would descend into the mortal world for Qi Qiunian. Yan Yunche was a master painter. His brush traced Qi Qiunian's chest, and the lotus flowers beneath it bloomed brilliantly. He was certain that even if this man said one thing and meant another, he would still take him down with him into the depths of worldly desire. What Qi Qiunian did not know was that Yan Yunche had been able to read minds since childhood. Almost none of his thoughts escaped Yan Yunche's notice. As for why it was almost all his thoughts, and not every one of them, even Yan Yunche could not figure that out. He could read everyone else's thoughts clearly, but for some reason, he could only ever read half the thoughts of this money-loving little merchant. Qi Qiunian: "The Seventh Prince is even more handsome than the top courtesan at the gay brothel. If only I could..." Bring him back to the modern world and make him a star. He'd be a hit even as eye candy. Yan Yunche: "???" If only you could what??? Qi Qiunian: "The Seventh Prince has such a great figure. If only he could..." Wear a suit and lift weights. He'd look so cool. Yan Yunche: "???" In his own imagination, Yan Yunche's ears gradually turned red. A competitive, money-loving recipient who hates evil, but is actually a couch potato at heart. A laid-back Buddha's chosen son of a pursuer who is all, "You've got my attention now." Reader's Guide: 1. The protagonist transmigrates from the modern world to ancient times. There are no male wives and no children. One-on-one romance, both characters are virgins. 2. There is a golden finger: a pocket dimension and a wood-type supernatural ability, though the wood ability is not very useful. 3. The early story focuses on farming, making money, and face-slapping; the later story focuses on infrastructure development. 4. This is not a serious court-intrigue story. The whole novel is a lighthearted power fantasy. The pursuer's identity as the Buddha's chosen son is an unconventional take, but he is a real monk. 5. You don't need to let me know if you drop the story. Thank you, lovely readers, for your support. This five-foot-five author will jump up and blow you a kiss. New serial: Working as an Idle NPC in a Full-Dive Game. Blurb: Mu Qiuling is a food blogger. He transmigrated. At first, he thought he had transmigrated to ancient times and become the owner of a small food shop. The food at his shop was limited, and the flavors were all much the same. Mu Qiuling rolled up his sleeves and got to work. The eight great cuisines, snacks, and desserts were all his old line of work. But before long, he realized things were not so simple. The owners and shop assistants at the taverns, gambling houses, rouge shops, and other businesses around his shop all acted in a very rigid way. Every day, they did the same things at the same times and said the same lines. The common people who came and went were strange, too. Some came to ask him whether he had any quests, while others discussed high technology in his shop, leaving him completely baffled. Ancient times? High technology? Mu Qiuling quietly observed everything and finally confirmed that he had transmigrated into a full-dive ancient-style game set in the interstellar era. He was just an ordinary NPC. That was fine. As long as he was alive, that was enough. Then he picked up a man. Dressed in the game's most basic white shirt and white pants, the man would stand dumbly in the street every day and only come over when Mu Qiuling was cooking... to stare at him and drool. He didn't seem like an NPC or a player. He seemed more like a bug. He was pretty handsome, too. Give him something to eat and have him stand at the door to attract customers. The handsome bug was the strongest war god in the interstellar era. He had been gravely wounded in the previous battle and fallen into a coma, with only a faint trace of neural activity left to sense the outside world. Ordinary stimuli could no longer wake him. Some genius suggested sending him into a full-dive game. Maybe he could be stimulated enough to wake up there. The war god agreed that it was certainly stimulating. The NPC who had picked him up seemed a little off, though. You're an NPC, so why are you taking a bath at night? And why are you trying to bathe me, too? I'll have to politely decline. Theme: Even when trapped in adversity, keep pushing against the current.