An Imperial Hound of the Ming Dynasty, Working Nine to Five

Flying-fish brocade guards gaze toward the jade capital; embroidered spring’s frosty blades gleam bright as snow. Shen Lang wakes to find that he has transmigrated to the Great Ming and become a hound of the imperial court, but his golden finger seems a little off. 【Your unscrupulous boss is worse than a dog or a pig, and is forcing you to work overtime. Stand up for yourself and defend your legal rights. Give it a try!】 【On your first day at a state-owned enterprise, your NPD manager throws his weight around. Strike first and teach him a lesson. Give it a try!】 【Clock-in successful. Eight hours of work completed today. Skill point +1】 For a while, Shen Lang thought there was something wrong with his cheat’s software version. He’d transmigrated, so why was it still treating him like a corporate wage slave? Then he discovered that torture, arrests and investigations, martial arts techniques, supernatural skills… They were all classified as workplace skills, and a simple tap was all it took to level them up and grow stronger. And so, he understood. Just because this is an imperial society, does that mean people have no rights? This improper conduct must be corrected at once! … “I only serve four shichen a day.” “Because there isn’t a case in this world I can’t solve in four shichen!” “Rather than waste time on red tape and putting on a show, I’d rather drink tea and cultivate immortality.” “What if it works?” “Train until your figure is as slender as a crane, and you won’t have to fear palace maids choking you!” Jiajing slapped his thigh and cried excitedly, “You’re absolutely right!!”