I, Yuelao, Am Rectifying the Workplace in Heaven Today!

My name is Yuelao, and I have been in charge of marriages in heaven for three thousand years. Recently, Si Li airborne a set of "intelligent red line matching system". From then on, the red thread depends on KPI: the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were warned by the system because "the commuting rate in different places in the Milky Way is not up to standard"; Xu Xian, the white lady, has to complete three risk assessments for his "cross-species marriage"; even Chang'e and Houyi's eternal love was almost forcibly untied by the algorithm because "shooting the sun involves environmental damage". Zhiming, a person with a PPT background, asked me every day with a data report: "Senior Yue, should the efficiency of your manual stringing be optimized?" I looked at the pile of flashing servers behind him and smiled. That day, I dug out the old red thread that was constantly struck by lightning, took the copper scissors refined in Laojun's furnace, and walked straight into the Lingxiao Palace. "Your Majesty, the system says that red lines must be digitized. But there are some things that it cannot count." I cut off the AI-generated "data red line" with a matching degree of 99.7% In public. The moment the blue light went out, the entire data screen in the heaven went dark for three seconds. "From today on," I glanced at the new gods in the hall, "I have the final say on Yue Laosi's rules." "The algorithm wants to eat this bowl of rice from Red Line. Have you asked me about the scissors in my hand?"