The Years When I Was the General Manager of the Underworld

Zhou Ye, a "corporate doctor" in the consulting industry, choked to death on a sip of wine at a celebration party and opened his eyes to the underworld. The underworld is about to collapse, the number of dead souls has increased tenfold, and the organization is still the same as a thousand years ago. The ten kings of hell each manage a stall and blame each other. The Naihe Bridge is blocked into a parking lot. The Yinde system has miscalculated the accounts. Heaven has issued three warnings. The King of Hell got angry and removed the eighth manager, and brought Zhou Ye up to be the ninth: If you do well, you will be rewarded with longevity, but if you do poorly, you will be thrown into the frying pan. Zhou Ye smiled. I am professional in rectifying enterprises, but rectifying the underworld? Then start from Qin Guangwang Palace and go down with one sword.