A County Magistrate in Ancient Times, with My Coworkers as My KPIs

[A timid-on-the-outside, tough-on-the-inside failed web novelist × an adorable undercover delivery guy]

[No romance-addled brains, only money-making brains]

The elevator broke down after work. When I opened my eyes again, I had become a seventh-rank county magistrate in ancient times.

My coworkers were there too: Zhao from Finance, a penny-pincher; Su Qing from Sales, a workaholic; and Xiao Chen, an antisocial programmer.

There was also an uninvited delivery guy named Ajiu.

System task: Earn 5,000 taels in three months.

County office balance: Three taels.

Zhao searched the storeroom from top to bottom. “This is all we have left?”

Su Qing pulled out her notebook. “Okay, let’s set our KPIs first.”

Xiao Chen started building an “ancient-style telegraph machine,” then flooded the secretary’s room.

And me? I hadn’t even gotten my perfect attendance bonus before I was made a boss in ancient times.

Attracting investors, melodramatic storybooks, customer-service training with a smile... A bunch of overworked wage slaves were working themselves to death in ancient times.

We were 80% of the way to our funding goal, and just about ready to go home.

Then I realized something was off about Ajiu.

Under the moonlight, his shadow was twice as long as his body.

I called out to him. He turned around, and his eyes were pure black.

In the corner of the System was a line of tiny text: “Survival rate in the previous round: 12%.”

There was also a message that didn’t belong to it: “You’re smarter than the last batch.”

We thought this was all an accident.

But someone had been watching all along.

The first half will have you laughing until you drop, while the second will leave you sleepless from all the heartbreak.

Ajiu is both sugar and a knife. Read at your own risk.