My Grandma Is the God of Kpis

Sudden death In a black Internet cafe, I met my great-grandmother who had been dead for twenty years. She poked me in the head with the electronic cigarette pole: "You little brat, is there no way to go on earth? Sign the KPI with Tai Nai, and then lie down and cancel your account in person!" From then on, I cleaned toilets, walked dogs, repaired computers, and lived like a living god in the world. I thought I was holding the script for Counterattack from Underworld, until the Rolls-Royce parked in front of my shabby shop, and the old butler in a suit bowed ninety degrees: "Master, you've had enough fun, it's time to go back and inherit the trillion-dollar fortune." Only then did I realize that Tai Nai's KPI is the ultimate assessment for the heir to a wealthy family. And now, she is on the underworld ranking list, pointing at the grandpa next door and sneering: "Did you see that? Next quarter, win him by rolling for me!"