I Have a Villain's Script, You Know

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Jiang Yi transmigrated into a book.

The good news was that he had become a wealthy, carefree prince. As the emperor's most beloved youngest son, he didn't have to toil at court every day, and he also had several profitable businesses that brought in money by the day.

Because the original owner loved collecting beautiful people for his residence, Jiang Yi also inherited over a hundred talented and gorgeous men and women, as well as a beautiful principal husband who had been forced to marry into the family to bring him good luck.

On top of that, he came with a golden finger System that let him exchange points for anything.

The bad news was that he had transmigrated into a brainless porn novel as a cannon-fodder villain. Lusting after the protagonist shou's beauty, the original owner had seized the delicate flower from the clutches of the protagonist gongs, after he had finally managed to escape them. As a result, the flower's first, second, third, and fourth gongs... all joined forces against him. In the end, his entire household was confiscated, he was hung on the city wall for three days and three nights, and then he died.

Faced with the System's suggestion that he cling to the protagonist gongs and help them win the delicate flower shou, Jiang Yi fell silent. With so many legs, how many arms would he need to hold on to them all?

Looking at all the handsome men and beautiful women in his residence, who had never given up on rescuing him even when his household was confiscated, and at his principal husband, who managed the household impeccably and served him tenderly, Jiang Yi made up his mind.

Come on, I'm playing the villain, so there's nothing wrong with taking out that first gong, the general who frames loyal officials, ahead of time.

And you princes who would kill your father and brothers just to fight for the throne and the delicate flower, I'll give the old emperor a single Strengthening Pill and let him live to be a hundred and fifty. Let's see how you'll stir up trouble then.

As for that top scorer who was either the fifth or sixth gong, I'm the villain, so it stands to reason that I can dislike you, pin a crime on you, and have you executed.

Much later, Jiang Yi reclined on a rocking chair, enjoying performances by the handsome men and beautiful women in his residence while eating grapes fed to him by his beautiful husband. He raised his brows smugly.

Now this is how a villain ought to live.

Arrogant, overbearing prince shou x gentle and attentive former top scorer gong

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Jing Yan transmigrated into the Song Dynasty as a sickly man. He had just married a husband his aunt had bought for eight hundred copper coins, a man covered in wounds who looked unlikely to survive more than a few days. He was also an unlucky fellow who had been split off from the family along with his baby brother, still wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The family's entire fortune consisted of a dilapidated bamboo hut in the mountains, an old straw mat, two clay jars, and enough coarse rice for just two people to eat for three days?

A disastrous start. The good news was that he came with a PDD System, which let him make money by trading goods between two worlds. The bad news was that his System balance was only three yuan, and the items he'd listed wouldn't sell because they had no exposure.

With no other choice, Jing Yan returned to his old line of work, making short videos to promote products. He successfully made a name for the local specialties he was selling.

With high-yield crop seeds, cheap seasonings sold in generous quantities, clearance fabrics, exquisite glassware, and more, Jing Yan's life in ancient times grew more and more comfortable. He even picked up his books again, returned to school, and prepared for the imperial examinations.

But just as Jing Yan finally passed the provincial exam and was getting ready to visit the capital and see the world, the Song Dynasty fell into chaos as foreign tribes invaded.

Only then did Jing Yan learn that his husband, whom he had worked so hard to put a little meat on, was actually the son of a great general who had been targeted by the Song emperor. After the general died in battle, the emperor remembered his son. An imperial edict arrived, ordering Jing Yan to go with his husband to the frontier and repel the enemy.

Supplies were scarce, military pay was embezzled, and the soldiers had to keep warm with animal hides and fill their stomachs with roots and snow, all while facing savage foreign enemies.

Jing Yan sighed and bought them large amounts of rice, meat, warm clothing, anti-inflammatory medicine, weapon blueprints, gunpowder, and more, doing his best to provide logistical support for his husband.

But as he kept handling logistics, how did a group of people end up wanting him to become emperor?

Farming and imperial exams in the early stages, rebellion in the later stages

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Blurb: After a serious illness, Fu Muyang dreamed of his past-life self.

Compared to the present-day version of himself, who had no ambition and just wanted to lie flat, the previous-life [Fu Muyang] was living through the poorest and most perilous time in his country's history.

For the sake of their country's development, [Fu Muyang] and a group of senior colleagues racked their brains, enduring mockery and discrimination from foreigners, all so they could bring home knowledge that had been kept under lock and key.

Watching [Fu Muyang] get mocked and bullied by those arrogant people from Country A, yet still spend all day in the library, chewing on the cheapest black bread and drinking water as he studied a technology that, to Fu Muyang, had long since become obsolete, staying up until two or three in the morning every night, Fu Muyang finally couldn't hold back. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped in himself.

The patented knowledge those people had collectively concealed could be found with a quick search online.

He could buy the defective machine tools and machines those people had sold to his country at exorbitant prices for the cost of scrap iron. And because so much time had passed, even the oldest machines he could get his hands on were far more advanced than what the most advanced countries had back then.

He could ask the masters who had been retired for many years to record high-definition instructional videos teaching them the manufacturing techniques those people had hidden.

All the resources those people had schemed to steal from Xia Country back then, taking advantage of its lack of preparation, would be made to cough up every last bit this time.

Fu Muyang folded his arms across his chest. There was only one word for the feeling of giving himself a golden finger: awesome!

The only downside was that he got so carried away with his golden finger that, without meaning to, he even solved [Fu Muyang]'s romantic prospects.

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