A Worker in the Great Ming

“There’s no way I’m ever going to work for someone else. Not in this lifetime.”

Just as Wang Shun finished making that vow to himself, Zhu Yuanzhang walked in.

“Shun, our Great Ming has only just been founded, so I’ll need you to put in some extra effort. I’ve brought you tens of thousands of memorials. Work hard on them, and consider it a favor to your big brother. Don’t worry, just stick it out for a couple of years and I’ll make you chancellor. Keep it up, little brother!”

Looking at the mountain of memorials, Wang Shun told himself, “It’s worth it if it gets me promoted and rich. What’s this nine-to-nine-six schedule? I want zero-zero-seven! This is all a blessing. I’m a wage slave, body and soul, and I’ll rise above the rest!”

Then he touched the thinning hair on his head and shed tears of happiness...