A Prodigal Son Is as Rich as the Enemy of the Country

Chen Zhao, the only son of the Zhongyi Hou family, was a famous prodigal in the capital. His father died in the war, his family fortune was ruined, and his fiancée broke off the engagement - he became a joke in everyone's eyes. Until he was beaten half to death in the back alley of the gambling house. When he opened his eyes again, there was suddenly light in his cloudy eyes. The soul who traveled through time from a librarian decided to open a bank in this prosperous capital city. No power? The signature of Hou Mansion is credibility. No principal? The opponent's greed is the capital. No backer? Then let all those who need money become your backers. While others were still fighting for the world with swords, he used account books and records to penetrate into the lifeblood of the empire bit by bit. The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance was his shareholder, and the local snakes in the south of the city owed him a favor. The people in the capital handed over the money at the bottom of the box to him, just because they believed in his words - "The Yong brand sign is worth more than money." And the fiancée who was about to break off the engagement was standing at the door of his bank, holding a deposit receipt in her hand. "Mr. Chen, I want to save something." "Save what?" "Myself." A time traveler without a system or a golden finger, relying on a clear mind and insight into human nature, used the simplest way to build his own business empire in this imaginary Zhou Dynasty. This is not a story about Goldfinger. This is a story about trust. If the money is gone, you can make more money. If the trust is gone, everything is gone.