The Night Before Jingkang Entered the Northern Song Dynasty, I Took Charge of the World with My Backhand

I've traveled through time. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was transported to the body of the cannon fodder swordsman Su Wangji, who was about to be amputated by the protagonist Ye Fan and become a useless person. Well, not a big problem. Wasn't it that the original owner was so stupid that he gave Ye Fan some potion to kill himself? What a big deal. Watch my extreme micro-manipulation and actor-level performance, and you can easily change your destiny. Fortunately, fortunately, the original owner is the legitimate son of the richest man in Jinling. His family owns the Jinxiu Pavilion, the first embroidery village in the south of the Yangtze River. His family supplies all the court attire and wedding clothes for the royal relatives and famous families. He is as rich as the country! This is a real top dude, standing at the top of the pyramid at the beginning, making money through this wave of time travel! Wait... The fourth year of Zhenghe in the Northern Song Dynasty? I counted on my fingers... Niang Xipi! AD 1114? Doesn't that mean that I only have twelve years left to live, even if I count all my efforts? Twelve years later, in the disgrace of Jingkang, the city of Bianjing was destroyed, the two emperors of Huiqin were taken prisoner, thousands of miles of fertile fields in the Central Plains were reduced to scorched earth, the people of Li were displaced, and even the emperor had to go to the north to herd sheep! What a bullshit joke! I yelled "System Dad" crazily eight hundred times in my head, and I didn't even hear a thing. What about Goldfinger? Where is my invincible plug-in? Why didn't you even leave any hair for me?