My KPI Is Not up to Meishan

Chen Ming, forty-five years old, was laid off by a large factory and his mortgage payments were cut off - his wife even prepared a car accident for him. When he opened his eyes again, he became Chongzhen. The national reserve was 500,000 yuan, and Jiubian owed 4 million yuan in wages. There was a severe drought in Shaanxi, and Jianlu was sharpening his sword. Seventeen years later, there was a crooked-neck tree on Meishan, waiting for him. Others rely on their domineering energy to travel through time, but they will only do the same things they did in their previous life: Redundant members of the clan? N+3 buyout and resign with dignity. Is the official talking nonsense? Weekly assessment, the last position will be eliminated. Huang Taiji knocks on the door? I will not fight, I will short your cash flow. A newspaper, a silver dollar, a stock, a hundred accounting offices - he treated Ming Dynasty as an insolvent company, and revitalized it inch by inch. But every night late at night, he always dreamed of a large accounting room: someone was flipping through the accounts page by page, turning to his name. On the day when the accounts were reconciled, he wanted to ask him face to face—— Why are the rules of this world designed in this way?