Daming: I, the Factory Owner, Just Want a Pedicure

Shen An wore it. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Admiral of Dongchang, a third-rank official, who was responsible for arresting and monitoring hundreds of officials. It sounded majestic, but in fact he was a scapegoat who was stuffed into the coffin board - the former factory owner died in an unknown manner, and everyone was watching when his head fell to the ground. Shen An just wants to live. In his previous life, he was the owner of a pedicure shop, and he didn't know how to do anything else but massage his feet. So when the emperor was rubbing his gouty feet and complaining of pain, Shen An bit the bullet. After pressing it, the emperor no longer felt any pain and decided on the spot: He will come every day from now on. The ministers were dumbfounded. The chief minister's cervical spondylosis, the general's old injury, the queen mother's insomnia... Half of the people in the court began to line up to beg him to "eye-palm". Everyone thought that the new factory owner was announcing something shocking. Only Shen An knew it - he was really a pedicure man. But what's beneath our feet is the entire Ming Dynasty. Some people want to kill him, some want to win over him, and some are waiting to see him fall. Shen An held the life in his hand and pressed people's feet while touching the center of power. The more he touched, the more he discovered - the emperor knew about the death of the former factory owner, the chief minister knew about it, and even the eunuch whose feet he had pressed knew about it, but he, the scapegoat, knew it. It doesn't matter. Shen An flexed his ten fingers and smiled: "Our family is just a pinch. If you keep pinching, don't you know everything you need to know?"