When I woke up, my soul passed through post-World War I Britain.
 Without money? No matter, raise the price of oil by five points.
 Without land? North America is the back garden. 
No one? I have never seen special security. See the forest stirring the wind and achieve the road of the British king

一觉醒来，魂穿一战后的不列颠。
没钱？没关系，把油价上调五个点
没地？北美就是后花园
没人？见没见过特种化安保
看林立搅动风云，成就不列颠王者之路