In the seventh year of Chongzhen's reign, there was a severe drought in Shaanxi, with refugees everywhere and people eating each other.
Shen Que, a modern hedge fund manager, turned into a breathing corpse in a pile of dead people when he opened his eyes.
He was penniless, his legs were lame and his mouth was cracked, and all he had in his arms was a fake salt paper soaked in blood and mud.
This was the worst era for Ming Dynasty, but it was also his best poker table.
He doesn't know how to lead troops, nor does he know how to gain fame. He only knows one thing: Yinzi's temper.
Starting from a fake salt guide, he used "credibility" as his sword and "rules" as his handle.
They ran on banks, cut off the money of Shanxi merchants, created national debts to kidnap the court, and used finance to strangle Houjin.
Everyone thought he was a refugee who was not afraid of death.
Until he sat on a chair made of silver and whispered: "I don't kill people, I kill lifeblood."
If others want his life, what he wants is the entire world's ledger.
This is a story about how money eats people.
Silver disaster is coming and no one can escape.
