Spit-Talking About Chu and Han

Welcome to the grand historical workplace comedy, The Spitty Chu-Han! This story is purely a reimagining of history. If anything seems familiar, then Sima Qian definitely copied me. Here, you'll find Liu Bang, a deadbeat boss who does nothing but go "Aha" and slack off every day, and only survives the Feast at Hong Gate by flattering Xiang Yu; Han Xin, a hapless fellow who was supposedly the reincarnation of the God of War, but ended up serving as a human selfie stick in the Chu camp, then switched sides to the Han camp and was forced to use The Art of War to catch mice; Zhang Liang, a stunningly beautiful, aloof strategist on the outside, but a scheming beauty who lies awake at night cringing over how stupid it was to hire someone to throw a giant hammer at the First Emperor of Qin; and Xiang Yu, the top donor who spends every day either showing off his muscles or seeing which of him and his prized horse, Black Steed, is smarter. This is the touching (not really) tale of an old rascal and a gang of lunatics defeating a musclebound brotherhood through empty promises. Liu Bang: "I don't pay wages, but the pies I draw are huge and round. You have to believe in me, okay? ☆~"