The Daily Life of the Cross-Time Procurement Department

The unluckiest thing in Su Wanci's life wasn't failing her graduate school entrance exam, being unable to pay rent, or having her father lie in the ICU in desperate need of money for treatment.

It was having all three happen at once.

Just when she had nowhere left to turn, the ancestral cicada-wing paper suddenly lit up. A general from two thousand years ago spoke inside her mind: The barbarians are besieging the city. We have been out of food for three months. Sixty thousand soldiers await death.

Su Wanci stares at the ancient jade, with only one thought in her mind: He has antiques, and I have a modern supply chain. Is this really a plea for help? It's a major client coming straight to me.

And so begins her daily business of moving goods between two worlds: trading ancient gold for modern rice, shipping modern potatoes to the old city, and, while she's at it, using her food science expertise to explain to the general "why you can't eat moldy grain."

The general's gaze shifts from suspicion to shock, and then to...

"Miss Su, I entrust the lives of the sixty thousand soldiers at Cangwu Pass to you."

Su Wanci: "No, no, please. I'm just in procurement. Let's just sign a long-term supply agreement."

Later, she really does become the general's chief supply chain officer. Later still, he presses his tiger tally into her hand. "You can run the procurement department. You can run the whole army, too."

Su Wanci: "...That's not in my KPIs."