One second ago, I was still a lonely man with thousands of miles of land and the power of life and death in my hands. The next second, I was standing in the busy traffic of the 21st century, wearing a dragon robe, and was regarded by the onlookers as a cosplayer who escaped from a mental hospital. Good news: I'm not dead. Bad news: My imperial mausoleum has been dug up, the imperial seal is on display in the museum, and I am penniless and a criminal. In order to survive, I, Li Chengzhao, the founder of the Daqian Dynasty, have to bow to this bizarre world. The first step was to fake his identity and apply for a job at a company that was said to have a "promising future". The position was... An intern. From then on, the hand that reviewed the memorial began to make PPT; the brain that planned the strategy began to remember KPIs. Facing his boss who painted pancakes every day, Li Chengzhao had no expression on his face, thinking in his heart: The grass on the grave of the vassal king who was the best at painting pancakes was already three feet high. Facing his scheming colleagues, Li Chengzhao sneered, mentally divided them into different factions, and formulated three sets of checks and balances plans A, B, and C. #Gongdou/Chaodou skills are surprisingly useful in the workplace# Small theater: Company team building, visit to the history museum. When Li Chengzhao stood in front of his portrait and listened to the tour guide's eloquent introduction, "Li Chengzhao, the great ancestor of the Great Qian Dynasty, was a talented and decisive emperor, but he was suspicious and quite lonely in his later years." The little intern girl next to him whispered: "Our new intern is named Li Chengzhao. You see, he has a name collision with the emperor." Li Chengzhao: "..." No, I am myself. As well as,
