This Jin Dynasty Needs More Money

In the eighth year of Taiyuan, the Eastern Jin Dynasty, located in Jiangzuo, was indulging in a magnificent and decadent dream. In Wuyi Alley, celebrities chatted and chanted, arguing about the absolute freedom in "Xiaoyaoyou"; by the Qinhuai River, children of aristocratic families competed for wealth and extravagance, using carts of candles instead of firewood, and using expensive agarwood to cook white rice. And under all this glamorous beauty, there are piles of white bones without roosters crowing for thousands of miles, the cold light of horses from the north peeping at the south of the Yangtze River, and the blood-soaked world of soldiers beheaded and refugees reborn. On the eve of the collapse of the building, a top "corporate scavenger" from the 21st century came back to life and became the most inconspicuous bastard of the Langya Wang family, Wang Ran. Many years later, when the barbarian cavalry crushed Jiankang's dream, and when the nobles wailed in the mud, an invincible fleet that covered the sky and the sun appeared at the end of the Yangtze River. Wang Ran stood on the flagship, looking at the broken mountains and rivers, and to the old dignitary who was kneeling on the ground, he calmly said the words that made the entire era tremble: "You want me to save this Da Jin? OK. But this time, you have to pay more."