Lin Ce, a contemporary senior driver, his vision went dark after spending his third night taking orders. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself living in a shabby settlement of the same name in Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty. His family was living in poverty and he still owed three months' rent.
Others traveled through the belt system, either fighting for world supremacy or reciting poems to make opponents, but what he was bound to was actually a [god-level driving system].
In ancient times, there weren't even cars. What the hell is a driver?
The next second, a stubborn donkey with a bad temper than his boss and a wooden cart that was falling apart crashed into his poor yard.
The system's venomous voice sounded: I'll give you the car, and you'll pick it up. A five-star rating will calculate your performance, and a negative rating will deduct your donkey feed.
Since then, there has been an outrageous legend in Bianjing City.
Drunk cloth merchant vomiting on the car? Ten times the cleaning fee, not even a penny less!
A dandy racing a horse? Let you run half a street first. If you can see the taillights of my car, I lose!
The courtesan only took his car when going to the venue late at night. Officials from the six departments secretly arranged their seats after leaving the court. Even when the emperor left the palace incognito, he had to reserve his exclusive VIP car three days in advance.
Lin Ce held the reins with a standard and professional smile: "Hello, guest, Bianjing will serve you on behalf of you. Please tell me your destination. There are no seat belts. Please hold on. When you arrive, please give me a five-star review!"
Later, someone asked him, what was the most impressive achievement in ancient times?
Lin Ce took a breath: "You may not believe it, but I drove for the emperor, and he gave me a five-star rating."
