Li Juanjuan collapsed at his workstation at three o'clock in the morning.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was not the pale ceiling of the ICU, but the lingering mist of fairy clouds. A voice sounded above his head, with a hint of divine power: "Li Juanjuan, a social animal from the lower realm, died suddenly from overwork before his life was over. In recognition of your outstanding achievements during your lifetime, I have been specially promoted to my administrative secretary and will take office immediately."
It took Li Juanjuan three minutes to understand the current situation - he had traveled through time and became the chief secretary of the Jade Emperor.
I spent another three minutes looking around the so-called "Imperial Secretariat": the piles of bamboo slips were almost reaching the beams decorated with gold and painted colors, a few old clerks with white beards were transcribing memorials word by word with brushes, and the abacus in the corner that calculated the loss of elixirs was covered with dust.
"The efficiency is too low." The occupational disease of P8, a former large factory, broke out on the spot. Li Juanjuan pointed at the pile of bamboo slips, "These are all electronic. You——"
He casually selected a small immortal official under Wen Quxing.
"Go to Tushita Palace and ask Taishang Laojun what the highest authority password is for the Heavenly Court intranet. Before I get off work today, I want to see the OA system go online for trial operation."
The hands of the little immortal official holding the jade tablet were shaking.
