Shocked, After Traveling Through Dakang, I Became an Illegitimate Son of the Empire

[Strategy + cool writing + time travel + beauty tenderness + world domination + information warfare, financial warfare] Qi Yang traveled through the imaginary ancient times, turning clouds and rain amidst the surging undercurrents. Little things like firewood, rice, oil and salt. The tobacco, wine, melons and fruits are just so-so. Guns and ammunition are just like that... Stocks etc… Suddenly one day, civil and military officials forced Qi Yang to wear a yellow robe. I don't want to be an emperor, I want to be a capitalist. What kind of aristocratic family, dignitary, will always be the younger brother in front of capital!