A fable about reform, talent and incense.
How can a person who still believes that "doing things has meaning" protect his or her ability to do things in an organization that constantly rewards expressions and punishes actions?
Recognition of the formula: Alu works, the God of Wealth sets the tone; Xuanxu makes words, flies up and runs; Qingluan tells the truth, and the golden abacus writes the minutes; the iron abacus sees through it, but it is important that Xiaoman is gone; as for Aya Niang-she just wants to repair the roof.
