[Extreme contrast · A corporate professional outclassing an ancient romance heroine]
I’m an HR director at a publicly listed company, and I’ve transmigrated into the abandoned empress of the Cold Palace.
The System forces me to fight for power in the harem, so I hit back by introducing KPIs.
The consorts competing for the emperor’s favor? No, they’re competing for “Employee of the Month.”
The number of nights spent with the emperor, his approval ratings, and each consort’s contribution to harem projects: everything is measured by data and publicly ranked.
Former rivals now come to me at midnight to review project challenges, all for their performance scores.
The sweet, innocent heroine cries in the bathroom: “They used to tear each other apart over me!”
At first, the emperor watches it all for fun. Then he starts to panic.
His consorts no longer revolve around him. They’re busy forming teams to bid on projects, writing proposals, and holding review meetings.
Then all six palaces jointly file a complaint against him for “untimely management feedback and unclear reward and penalty standards,” seriously affecting “employee” satisfaction.
Clutching the complaint report, his face dark with anger, he comes looking for me. “Empress, how do I learn this ‘managing upward’ thing?”
Just as the entire harem begins running efficiently, with internal competition eliminated and even revenue coming in
I receive a “headhunting letter” stamped with the imperial seal in the Cold Palace.
The emperor I drove to the brink with my management system leans close, his eyes shining.
“My dear subject, would you be interested in coming to the front court and becoming Minister of Personnel?”
Just then, the System, silent for so long in my mind, suddenly lets out a piercing scream…
