Chongzhen: Since I Began to Shine, the Moon Will Shine for Ten Thousand Years.

I am Chongzhen, a Chongzhen who doesn't like face. A big mess, a bunch of middlemen who are greedy for money, and hungry people waiting for food. The Ming Dynasty did not die from natural disasters, but from man-made disasters. I, Chongzhen, do not care about face, but love money. There are 900 million taels of silver flowing into the Ming Dynasty. Why can the Donglin Party get it but I can't? "Old Wei! I have ten million taels of silver and I am ready to do business, but there is a problem!" Wei Zhongxian: "Your Majesty, please tell me." "That's it: I want the goods, but I really don't want to give you the money. So, think about it. Is there any way you can do it?" Wei Zhongxian was silent. Now the emperor's temperament has changed, and our family can no longer see through it at all. "Ahem... Zheng Aiqing! I have a dream." "Whatever the emperor dreams of, I will do my best!" "I am destined to become the man who loves the Thief King! Oh no, I am... I am destined to open a sea ban." "Huh?" "Your Majesty! The rogues are attacking the coast!" "There is no reason to be worried!" "Mount Fuji should be privately owned, and Mount Iwami Gin belongs to me." "Have you heard? The arrogant ronin did anything when he heard the emperor say how many floors a bag of rice would have to carry." "It seems these ronin are afraid of carrying rice upstairs." …