I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 1 Trouble coming to your door
"Gulp...it feels so good."

Chris raised his mug, took a sip of the black coffee with sugar and milk, and let out a comfortable sigh.

He sat by the crackling fireplace, looking up at the glass window. Heavy snow was falling outside and the cold wind was blowing in through the gaps in the window, but he remained unafraid.

Because Chris was wearing two woolen sweaters and a green knee-length military coat that he bought from the 21st Century Shopping Platform, a wool scarf around his neck, a Lei Feng hat on his head, and black outdoor warm gloves on his hands.

As for Chris's lower body, he wore a pair of fleece leggings, and a pair of fleece-lined and thickened trousers on the outside. He wore wool socks and short fleece leather boots on his feet.

Even without hot coffee and a fireplace, the cold weather couldn't be cold enough for Chris, who had just come into this world with a new body.

Chris is not from this world, he comes from the 21st century. When he came to this world, he found that he had brought his mobile phone with him, and the shopping platform on it could even be used!
This is really good news for Chris.

The bad news is that Chris can't top up his phone because he has no RMB.

The good news is that Chris has a way to make money.

Of course, we are not making money from the locals, because this place is not Earth at all. The locals do not use paper money and are still using primitive copper and silver coins.

As for what method...that is to open a game company in another world, recruit players to enter this world to play games, and then recharge Chris.

This was not the first time Chris had traveled through time. He had traveled through time to the United States in the 20th century and served as a loyal and dedicated police chief in New York, managing the public security in New York City very well.

Let the people of New York live and work in peace, without picking up things on the streets or locking their doors at night.

Among them, the player police made a huge contribution and was a loyal subordinate of Chief Chris.

Now that he has come to the new world, he still has to... forget it, Chris is a little tired, he just wants to live his life quietly.

So, summon the players and ask them to do something?

Just let them move freely, set up a point card system, and let them recharge the game studio every month, so that Chris can have enough to support himself. Don't be too greedy, and don't...

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of knocking on the wooden door woke Chris from his thoughts. He looked up at the exit of the living room, feeling a little confused.

Chris currently lives on the first floor of an apartment building similar to those in a big city in the 18th or 19th century. On ordinary days, other tenants will not knock on his door.

The only person who would knock on Chris's door every day without fail was the newspaper boy.

It's already afternoon today and the newspaper has been delivered. Who is outside the door?

With such doubts, Chris walked to the door, turned the lock and opened it.

As the cold wind from outside and the sound of the carriage bells rushed in, Chris saw two men standing outside the door.

They were two men, one fat and one thin. They were wearing thick, clean gray woolen coats and wide-brimmed hats. The fat man in the lead had a mustache on his upper lip and was holding a cane in his hand. He looked like a respectable person.

"You are?"

Chris said doubtfully. In his memory, he didn't recognize these two people. At the same time, judging from the latter's attire, they didn't look like hooligans, workers or other low-level people.

Chris looked at them, and the two men looked at him in return.

Chris's fashionable 21-year-old outfit made them a little confused, and they seemed unsure of something. After looking at each other for several seconds, they looked at each other and nodded, only then they were sure of something.

"Prince Chris...the royal family has been overthrown by the revolutionaries. We need you to return and restore the kingdom!"

As soon as the fat man opened his mouth, Chris's face changed drastically. He hurriedly closed the door and locked the two of them out. Unexpectedly, the skinny man standing behind him stepped forward and used his elbow to block between the thick wooden door and the door frame, preventing Chris from closing the door.

The fat man took advantage of this opportunity, pushed forward, used his weight to break the door open, and rushed in.

Seeing this, Chris sighed and took two steps back, making room for the two to push the door open.

"Close the door, it's a bit cold outside."

The two men did as they were told. The fat man walked up to Chris, and the thin man seemed to be a bodyguard. After he closed the door, he stood behind it vigilantly.

It is unclear whether this guy's mission is to protect the fat man or to block Chris's retreat.

Chris returned to his seat by the fireplace and sat down. The fat man followed and sat on the cloth sofa in front of him.

When someone came to visit, Chris should serve them coffee, snacks, fruits and other food according to the etiquette of hospitality, but he was very unhappy with what the fat man said just now.

These two people are bad guests.

The fat man spoke again impatiently.

"Your Highness, Prince Chris Lin, please pack your things and come with me..."

"You've got the wrong person. Although my name is Chris, I'm not a prince. I'm just an ordinary person!"

Chris flatly denied his identity.

"Don't be ridiculous, Your Highness... I'm the royal butler, Pietro."

The fat man stood up from his seat, walked quickly to Chris, grabbed his hand wrapped in a military coat, and shook it hard.

"Even if I can't recognize my own wife, I will definitely remember the faces of all the members of the royal family... Your Highness, the kingdom has been overthrown by the revolutionaries, and we need to restore our country."

"What a joke! Apart from an empty title of prince, I have no inheritance rights and have never received any money from the kingdom or the royal family. How can I restore my country?"

Chris shook off the fat man's hand, pointed outside the door, and spoke to him rudely.

"Go away, don't bother me. I read in the newspaper today that my elder brother is still alive. Isn't he going to form a restoration army in the neighboring country?

Restoring the country is his business, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Your Highness Chris, the Crown Prince accepted funding from the Bohemian Empire to raise an army. The nobles in the country will not support him, so he will never succeed. You are also the King's biological son, and you cannot sit idly by and watch the country suffer!"

"roll!"

Chris was concise and to the point, expressing his thoughts completely in one word.

What restoration of the country?
Are you kidding? Do you think I'm an idiot? Does this have anything to do with me?

Chris's attitude was very firm. After the fat man pestered him for a long time but failed to change his attitude, he had to leave with the thin man in disappointment.

Before leaving, he left a few words.

"Your Highness, you will change your mind one day. You cannot escape the responsibilities that come with the royal blood flowing in your veins."

In response, Chris sneered.

(End of this chapter)