Shen Juanjuan, the modern HR director, woke up from the annual meeting and found that he had become the queen of the cold palace.
The boss (the emperor) is addicted to alchemy and has been out of contact for two months; his colleague (the imperial concubine) has seized the official seal and emptied her out as the CEO; his maids are illiterate, and the eunuchs can only run errands; the twenty-eight concubines in the harem are divided into seven factions, and the management chaos is comparable to that of a start-up company before its collapse.
Shen Juanjuan slapped the table: I'm determined to get into this bad class!
Since there are no rules, she makes them. KPIs, assessment forms, monthly performance reports, promotion channels - a combination of punches will make the harem fly.
Is the imperial concubine giving up the exam? There is a record of zero public executions. The wise concubine hides a knife in her smile? Everyone is equal before the system. Concubine De just wants to make money? Coincidentally, she lacked a financial director.
Even the emperor has been assigned a personal growth plan: "Your Majesty, your KPI this month is - three private visits in private and three effective refutations at court."
Emperor:? ? ? Am I the emperor or your intern?
When everyone thought the queen was fooling around, she had already used a performance system to turn the harem into the most efficient place in the Liang Dynasty.
Later, the Empress Dowager joined forces with powerful ministers to launch a palace coup. Shen Juanjuan calmly took out the backup data and said, "I'm sorry, I have archives of every one of you's dirty information."
This is a cool story about a social animal who used his professional abilities to kill people crazy in ancient times.
The king of workplace troubles + palace fighting + light joy + strong woman
