Lin Chen transmigrated!
Don’t ask how just yet.
Here’s the situation: he’s the heir to a factory.
The founder is dead, leaving him a nearly bankrupt workplace-safety factory, the kind that can produce masks.
The bad news: it’s the end of 2019.
The good news: the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King hasn’t debuted yet.
So what should he do?
Lin Chen gathered the factory workers and asked, “Could we make cheesy short dramas and use them for advertising?”
Lin Chen thought it had potential.
But the old-timers at the factory, all veterans of the armed forces, disagreed. The script had to be changed!
And so the whole thing took a sharp turn.
The Dragon King crooked his mouth. “The three-year deadline is up! Every overseas Chinese gets a hundred masks!”
Ten years later, as CCTV praised him, Lin Chen faced the reporters’ cameras, feeling utterly helpless. “Short dramas, games, AI... Whatever everyone else is doing, I do too. I just want to make money. How did I end up being called a patriot?”
