Li Zhao, a migrant worker who was optimized three times, died suddenly and became a puppet emperor.
A sixteen-year-old boy sat on the dragon throne, and a chief minister who held real power stood in the court hall. All the civil and military officials in the court were waiting for him to get their stamp of approval, and no one cared what he thought.
He didn't say anything. The skills I honed through hard work in the workplace in my previous life - pretending to be stupid, passing the blame, leveraging others' strengths, nodding in front of leaders, and making decisions under the conference table - these routines are surprisingly useful in the courtroom.
The chief minister thought he was studying, so he quietly built his own intelligence network at the Sutra Banquet. The powerful officials thought he was having fun, and he overturned a big shot with the military ration case. Everyone thought he was an obedient puppet, until the Forbidden Army's sword was placed where it shouldn't be.
"You think I don't know anything?"
He really knows nothing. But he knows how to hold meetings, how to win over the centrists, and how to turn his opponents' strength into his own push. I learned this after being optimized three times in my previous life - don't be rigid with the rules, let the rules serve you.
Anyway, this bad class is more tiring than 996, but it is also more interesting than 996.
