Daming Gold Medal Party B

Lu Zhao, the structural director of the design institute, died suddenly at his workstation. When I opened my eyes again, in the 29th year of Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, I was edited by the Seventh Rank Hanlin Academy. One hundred thousand Tatar cavalry broke through the barrier, and the capital was shocked. All the ministers in the court looked at each other in astonishment, and no one dared to speak. Some people shrink their heads, some people pass the blame, and some people wait for death. Lu Zhao stood up silently and walked out of the train. He doesn't know the art of war or politics, he only knows one thing - Treat the mess like a project. Party A wants money and face. Budget? The treasury is empty. Construction period? The Tatars wait for no one. Determine liability, leave traces, and deliver. From the retreat of the enemy in Gengxu to the liquidation of the household department, from the transformation of rice into mulberry in the southeast to the fall of the capital, from the opening of the sea for trade to the examination of the world—— He used a modern project manager's methodology to screw back one screw after another of an imperial machine that had been rusting for two hundred years. On the day of success, everyone in the court thought that he was going to take a further step. He handed over the certificate begging for the bones and turned around to go to Jiangnan. "Getting things done is meaning; devoting yourself to success is wisdom." This book is not about Machiavellian tactics. He is a person who has "reliability" engraved in his bones and spends his whole life delivering it to a country.