Chongzhen Simulator: I, Zhu Chenggong, Don't Want to Mess Up

Zhu Chenggong stayed up for three days playing the Chongzhen simulator to play the "ZTE ending". He laughed and died suddenly, and woke up and transformed into Chongzhen. The treasury was in deficit of 120,000 taels, and the nine thousand-year-old smiled and handed over the jade Ruyi. The Donglin party knelt at the gate of the palace and waited for a reply. He lowered his head and glanced at the game UI that only he could see - imperial power 55/100, popular support 45/100. Zhu Chenggong silently minimized the interface and raised his head with a confused look on his face: "I have just ascended the throne and I don't understand anything. From now on, it will all depend on you." It's not a cool article, there is no system to distribute equipment. An ordinary person who knows how much he weighs, carrying four hundred years of historical memory, walks a tightrope between Wei Zhongxian and the Donglin Party. Every step he takes is on the edge of the knife, but every step steps on the opponent's blind spot - it's not that he can calculate accurately, it's that he has seen four hundred years longer than others.