Chen Yan, a modern ordinary person who only knows how to manage warehouses and make reports, opened his eyes and became a dying man among the refugees in the border counties in the late Han Dynasty. He doesn't understand the Three Kingdoms, he doesn't know who died first, Cao Cao or Liu Bei, or where Guandu and Chibi were fought. He only has the brain of an accountant, a book of bad debts that cannot see the future, and an instinct to survive.
Starting from a small accounting room in a powerful fortress, he manages food, people, and people's hearts. We don't rely on foresight or golden fingers. We rely on every account to be settled, everyone to use it correctly, and every step to be correct. The grain bag turns into a gun barrel, the gun barrel turns into a seal handle, and the seal handle turns into a dragon chair.
In troubled times, there are too many smart people, and the one who survives to the end is often the one who calculates the accounts most clearly.
