Zhao Gongming
The God of Wealth in Heaven has worked for three thousand years and has never worked overtime. Until the mortal incense turns into electronic merit that cannot be waved, thought about, or collected. He was forced to go down to earth and find a programmer in the human world - because he saw a barrage in the live broadcast room: "Brother, the code you wrote is so good that even gods would shake their heads after seeing it."
He put on an ill-fitting gray jacket, walked into an Internet company in Shenzhen, and wrote on the application registration form: Last job - God of Wealth.
The interviewer was silent. But the CEO showed a ring - made of star sand, the only forbidden object in the Three Realms that can shield the gods from supervision. His family has been hiding in the world for more than seventy generations, waiting for an old debt on the list of gods. Three thousand years ago, Jiang Ziya wrote a line at the bottom of the draft: "The above gods are all seconded by heaven. When the secondment period expires, they should be returned to the human world." When the gods were officially canonized, this line was deleted.
Zhao Gongming put on the ring. In the sky, the cinnabar pen of the Taibai Venus is trembling. In the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor looked at the burning coordinates on the map of the Three Realms and said only seven words.
But Zhao Gongming heard nothing. He was sitting at his workstation on the 28th floor, typing code like a mortal for the first time. He didn't know that every line of code was rewriting the ledger of Fengshen Bang. I don't know what the seven words the Jade Emperor said were - the chair in the Incense Hall will always be named Zhao.
To go or to stay, a choice he had not made in three thousand years, the answer was taking shape at his fingertips.
(This is a group portrait myth)
