Cannon Fodder Imperial Concubine: Social Animal HR Reorganizes the Harem

Sisters, I've had enough. I died suddenly after working overtime until early in the morning. When I woke up, I found that I was dressed as the cannon fodder concubine in Gong Dou Wen who could not survive Chapter 37. A cold palace, sour porridge, and eager rats—it's hell mode at the beginning. But who am I? I am a master of management from 985, a humanoid KPI machine for a major Internet company, and an HRBP who specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction! Poison? I use the chain of evidence to fight back. Competing for favor? I hold a debriefing meeting so that everyone can rise to the top based on their talents. The Queen impeaches me? I took out the Ministry of Internal Affairs' corruption ledger with my backhand. No love brain, no female competition and internal friction. I want to transform the harem into a full-shareholding employee system and let the emperor work for me. Sisters, this is not a palace fight—— This is a dimensionality reduction attack in the workplace. How does a social beast driven crazy by 996 fight his way through the harem? You won't lose money if you invest in shares, come and watch how I train the dog emperor to become a qualified "partner".