My name is Lin Shouyi. I spent ten years as a project manager, completely at the mercy of clients and schedules.
When I woke up, I had become Zhu Yunwen, the second emperor of the Great Ming, known to history as the Jianwen Emperor, whose uncle stole his empire.
The court officials knelt all around me, urging me to strip the vassal princes of their power at once. Qi Tai wanted to strike directly at the Prince of Yan, while Huang Zicheng said we should cut off his wings first.
I glanced at the calendar: the first year of Jianwen. The Jingnan Campaign was just... a year and a half away.
In history, this opening was a certain-death scenario.
But they didn't know that reviving doomed projects was what I did best in my ten years on the job.
The Order of Grace was a restructuring plan, surveying and measuring land was data governance, reminting paper currency was a monetary project, and lifting the maritime ban was an overseas expansion strategy.
I treated the Great Ming as the 101st project I'd taken over.
Don't rush into stripping the princes of their power. First, let's hold a project kickoff meeting.
My uncles thought I was still the little emperor they could carve up at will.
By the time they came to their senses, the Great Ming had already become a whole new world.
My name is xxx. I opened my eyes and started writing a diary.
It feels like AI-generated text; some parts don't even make sense. 😟