Li Juanjuan collapsed at his desk at three in the morning.
When he opened his eyes again, he didn't see the stark white ceiling of the ICU. Instead, he saw celestial clouds and mist swirling around him. A voice spoke from above, carrying the weight of Heaven: “Li Juanjuan, an overworked office drone from the mortal realm, died from exhaustion before his allotted years were up. In recognition of your outstanding record of working yourself to the bone, I hereby promote you to my chief administrative secretary. Take up your post at once.”
Li Juanjuan took three minutes to understand the situation: he had transmigrated and become the Jade Emperor's chief secretary.
He took another three minutes to look around the so-called “Imperial Secretary's Office.” Bamboo slips were piled so high they nearly touched the ornate painted beams. Several white-bearded clerks were painstakingly copying memorials one character at a time with their brushes, while the abacus used to calculate the loss of immortal pills sat gathering dust in the corner.
“This is far too inefficient.” The professional habits of a former P8 at a major tech company kicked in on the spot. Li Juanjuan pointed at the pile of bamboo slips. “Digitize all of this. You...”
He casually pointed to a junior immortal under Wenquxing.
“Go to Doushuai Palace and ask Taishang Laojun for the highest-privilege password to Heaven's intranet. Before the end of the workday, I want the OA System up and running for trial use.”
The junior immortal's hands trembled as he held his jade tablet.
