He died suddenly in 996 and woke up as a poor county magistrate of the seventh grade.
The county treasury is empty enough to run a horse race, the government officials want to rebel because of unpaid wages, the master is preparing to run away, and the county next door is still waiting to see the joke.
Subordinates dissatisfied? Go up to KPI.
Fiscal deficit? Engage in financing.
Hidden rules of officialdom? Use modern public relations thinking to reduce dimensionality and attack.
I issued a military order: within three months, the fiscal revenue of Zhima County will be increased tenfold.
The whole yamen thought I was crazy.
Until——
The magistrate of the county next door was driven to the point of collapse by my performance review;
Mr. Futai's bad debts were investigated until I lost my pants;
The powerful prince of the Supervisory State handed over a letter of intent for investment.
He looked at me and smiled meaningfully:
"County Magistrate Shen, I will be your backer. The condition is——"
"I'll evaluate your KPIs."
