While European merchant ships were still searching for new trade routes across the world's oceans in the 17th century, in the distant region of Australia, the sound of roaring industrial machines could be heard.

Truckloads of coal are being shipped to factories, and countless industrial products are flowing to overseas markets.

When we come to trade with you with our goods, please do not let the cloth drop from our hands and hold the muskets behind our backs.

When the line infantry marched toward the earth in neat steps, when the cold cannons fired scorching shells.

Jiang Zirui stood at the harbor, watching the ironclad ships and merchant ships raise their red dragon flags, and pointed his finger into the distance.

"Let's go! Free trade!"

He traveled through time to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and became Emperor Qinzong Zhao Huan of Song, at the moment when the capital was about to be captured by the Jin army.

He turned the tide and saved the Song Dynasty. He was arbitrary and looked down upon the heroes. He personally led the army to attack Huanglong.

He took revenge fiercely, giving tit for tat.

He will repay the humiliation imposed on the Song Dynasty by the Jin people during the Jingkang Incident tenfold and a hundredfold!

[Starting + Ancient Farming + Prince + Time Travel]

Traveling through the Tang Dynasty, the prosperous Zhenguan era is about to come. Li Xiang just wants to make money and enjoy life in this ancient time, making sugar and salt, and easily earning millions of wealth.

Just when he was planning to enjoy the corrupt ancient life, a man named Lao Li and his wife came to his house and often asked him about important matters in the court.

"You're talking about Li Er, right? He's an emperor of all times, but... his sons weren't so good. They all rebelled!"

Li Er couldn't help but get furious: "Good boy, I am your father, the emperor, you can't call me Li Er? Hand over your property to the national treasury, and I will let it go, and I will leave the throne to you!"

Li Xiang was a little confused: What? I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty, I am not even qualified to be a dog!

This is a world of great contention.

A small foot soldier, starting from humble beginnings, slowly rising step by step.

Until he conquered the world, restored the rivers and mountains, pacified the nine kingdoms and destroyed the princes.

In 1978, in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong Island, Chen Bingwen looked at the headline of the Sing Tao Daily:

He knew that he was reborn in the most perfect era.

In this life, he no longer competes on the chessboard, he wants to take control of the game - starting with a bowl of sugar water, and building an industrial empire that controls the heartbeat of the universe!

"Li Ka-shing took 20 years to become Superman, and I took 5 years to crush Superman."

The meaning of rebirth is not to repeat history, but to turn history into my stepping stone.

[It's hard to accept the change in history] + [Those who dislike the First Emperor, stay away!] Jiang Ye inherited a failing travel agency and became a tour guide, but the scenic spots he took tourists to were quite unique. Others took tourists to scenic 4A and 5A scenic spots.

The scenic spots he took people to were either the Qin Dynasty two thousand years ago or the Ming Dynasty five hundred years ago, there were even a doomsday wasteland full of zombies, a world of immortal cultivation where people flew on swords, and so on.

Jiang Ye: "Would you like to travel to the Qin Dynasty two thousand years ago?"

Tourist: “Psycho!”

After going there...

Tourist: “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”

[Ding! Please organize a day trip to the Qin Dynasty.]

[Ding! Please organize a seven-day tour to the wasteland world! ]

[Ding! Please organize a three-day tour to Xuanwu Continent!]

…

Travel to the Qin Dynasty 'scenic area' for a tour.

Tourist: "Ahhh, I shook hands with Zulong. I won't wash my hands this month."

Travel to the 'scenic area' of the wasteland world.

Tourist: "Help! A zombie bit my butt!"

Travel to the 'scenic area' of the Xiuxian world for a tour.

Tourist: "Don't stop me, I want to cultivate immortality, I want to live forever..."

Whenever there is a controversy in the archaeological community.

Archaeology professor: "Quick, go find Director Jiang."

In order to grab a travel spot to the world of immortal cultivation, the elderly wealthy people have become crazy one by one.

"I offer one billion!"

"I'll give you 2 billion!"

"I'll give you 10 billion!"

…

Tourists from all over the world are scrambling for spots...

After waking up, Su Mu traveled back to the Republic of China and became a low-level agent of the Military Control Commission!

Just when I was in despair, I gained the ability to read people's minds!

Agent No. 76: Damn it! How did the secret plan to capture the deputy station chief of the Military Control Commission get leaked?

Chief of the Special High Section: Damn it, who leaked the top-secret agent lurking in the mountain city? I will kill him!

Mei Agency Headquarters: Damn it, why would top secret local intelligence be leaked? The traitor must be in the local area, we must find him no matter what!

While No. 76, the Special High Section, the Mei Agency and others were busy looking for the source of the leak, Su Mu quietly retreated behind everyone!

On the other side, at the Military Control Commission headquarters in Shancheng, Boss Dai looked at the intelligence with a look of surprise, he was completely stunned!

"Quick, increase funding for Yamausagi's group!"

"No, just double it!"

Chen Jian's time travel is different from others: they all travel to ancient times, but he possesses only animal skins and a stone axe. Starting from a matriarchal clan, he developed and perpetuated a civilization. Was it feudal statehood or unified prefectures and counties? Was it the distinction between the state and the wild, or barbaric conquest? Was it a hundred schools of thought contending, or a hundred saints uniting? Was it a single deity or a universal faith in ancestors? Was it a bloody accumulation of cotton silkworms cannibalizing humans? Or was it a humanistic care and a utopian dream of universal harmony? To enjoy the happiness of civilization, one must experience its pain. The ability to be reborn after death allows him to experience the growth of this civilization through a variety of identities. Tribal member, noble, slave, emperor, commoner, scholar, hired laborer, captain of the Age of Exploration, capitalist of the Age of Primitive Accumulation, conscript in the trenches, the mastermind of a major trust... With the same head in different buttocks, what kind of encounters and insights will arise?