2044, Haizhou. Zhu Shou, a twenty-three-year-old social worker, has revised his resume seventeen times and failed interviews thirty-seven times. His biggest dream is to get five insurances and one housing fund.
Until that day, after he was rejected by HR, he cursed in his heart, "This broken building should be renovated" - there was a "click" in his head, and a fierce six-year-old girl rushed out and hugged his arm, yelling at the top of his lungs to stop the about-to-fall world-destroying divine thunder.
Her name is Cao Doudou, the Tiandao-level AI of the Dragon Vein Center of the Ming Dynasty, and the only super intelligence still on duty in the empire. She told him: Your fleet has been sleeping in the heavens for four hundred years, with artifacts piled up in mountains, and generals lined up in rows - the current number of available times is zero. Because Longmai is in arrears, the balance is 0.03.
This is not a story about ascending to the throne and becoming emperor. This is the story of a social beast who can't even pay the rent. He inherits a dormant wasteland empire. Starting from "Your Majesty, can you please pay the electricity bill for this month's luck?", He polishes the Ming Dynasty inch by inch, recharges the battery, and reopens it to the center of the heavens.
Those who can be saved are not allowed to be killed; those who cannot be saved are given a happy life so that they can be remembered.
The dragon is about to wake up; the Ming Dynasty is about to come back.
