I Bring Doubao to Live as an Easygoing Prince in the Northern Song Dynasty

Other people transmigrate with either a System or a golden finger. I was different. I was halfway through a camping trip when I transmigrated to the Northern Song Dynasty, tent, solar panels, lithium battery, and phone all packed along with me. I thought I could lie flat and coast through life in ancient times. Who knew my phone would still have a signal and charge, while my modern work chat kept pinging nonstop? My boss was chasing me for proposals, clients wanted progress updates, and coworkers were dumping blame on me. Even after transmigrating, this corporate workhorse couldn't catch a break. Luckily, I still had Doubao. When other people ran into trouble, they prayed to the gods. I asked AI first. Identifying coins, checking artifacts, guessing dynasties, fooling the ancients, and coming up with offbeat ideas: my motto was that technology could transform life in the Great Song. So, in the eyes of the people of the Great Song, I put up a tent by day like some reclusive sage, held up a glowing phone at night like I was performing a spell, carried solar panels like divine artifacts sent from the heavens, and had a “Strategist Doubao” by my side who knew a little about everything, but was sometimes even less reliable than I was.