Pei Duan, courtesy name Aotian, could talk at five months, walk at six months, and had mastered hacking by the age of one. At two, he earned five doctorates. At four, he took down his scumbag father and inherited the Pei Group. He was a bona fide genius CEO.
On the day he became the richest man in the world, Pei Duan transmigrated to ancient times and became the unlucky prince chosen to take the fall in a succession struggle.
Exiled from the start, he had nothing with him but a lame donkey.
Sitting on the donkey's back, Pei Duan wore a look of thirty percent scorn, thirty percent disdain, and forty percent nonchalance. “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don't look down on a poor young man!”
The princes watching the spectacle: ...?
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The twelve cities of the northwest were buried beneath endless yellow sand. Not a blade of grass grew there, and the land was full of barbarians who lived like animals. Brawls and armed clashes were everyday occurrences, and people died every day.
The original owner of the body couldn't even truss a chicken, and Pei Duan had no golden finger of the sort transmigrators were supposed to have. He was like a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.
Fortunately, the standard CEO package came along with him: an all-capable executive assistant, a private doctor who came whenever called, and a housekeeper who had retired from the special forces and found a second career.
Pei Duan was full of grand ambitions. “My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's! If Heaven won't accept me, I'll defy it!”
With his three subordinates, Pei Duan threw himself into an ambitious infrastructure project.
He gathered refugees, reclaimed wasteland, built factories, and even recruited several ministers who had been exiled to the northwest. While improving people's livelihoods, he also reinforced the city defenses, raised an army, and held off foreign enemies.
What fun was there in fighting over the throne with his dimwitted brothers? Conquering new lands and ruling his own territory was what a CEO should do!
Eunuch: “Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince has been in exile for three years.”
Emperor: “Has he admitted his wrongdoing?”
Eunuch: “No. The Eighth Prince has become the lord of the twelve cities of the northwest, and he told you to wash your neck and wait for him.”
Emperor: “?”
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During the Yongfeng era, the emperor was incompetent and tyrannical, the princes slaughtered one another, corrupt ministers held power, and unrest spread across the land. Countless people rose in rebellion.
On the day the capital fell, Emperor Yongfeng was bound hand and foot and thrown before the rebel leader.
The leader's features were sharp as a blade, and his entire body was soaked in blood. He was none other than the Eighth Prince, Pei Duan, whom the emperor had driven out of the capital three years earlier.
Before the throne, Pei Duan planted his sword on the ground. “Man, it's time to step down.”
Emperor Yongfeng: ...
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Theme: Never look down on a poor young man
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