East Sea Dragon Palace, CEO's office.
The East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang, was irritably looking over the latest quarterly financial report for the "Dragon Palace Cultural Tourism" project. The downward curve made his already long dragon face stretch even longer.
"Performance is down, the budget is overrun, and those shrimp soldiers and crab generals do nothing but slack off all day! They can't even meet their KPIs!"
He tossed the jade slip onto the desk and shouted toward the door.
"Prime Minister Turtle, have you sent that monkey outside away yet?"
"Tell him the Dragon Palace isn't a charity. If he wants a magical treasure, he should submit his résumé on 'Saint Direct Hire' and follow the proper process!"
Before Prime Minister Turtle could answer, a leisurely voice suddenly rang out from the sofa in his office.
"Yo, Old Dragon, why are you so worked up?"
"Did your company's stock price drop again?"
Ao Guang's dragon scales bristled as he whipped around, only to see Li Yuan sitting there at some unknown point.
He had one leg crossed over the other and was leisurely tearing open a packet of spicy strips to stuff into his mouth.
"Li... Li Bro?!" Ao Guang's dragon eyes went wide.
"Why... why are you here?"
"I had to come." Li Yuan spoke vaguely as he chewed on the spicy strips.
"My useless sworn junior brother is knocking outside. How could you, as the host, turn him away?"
"That's terribly improper."
"Sworn little brother?" Ao Guang froze, his face full of question marks.
"Who? How did This Daoist not know you had such a relative?"
Li Yuan chuckled, rose to his feet, and walked over to Ao Guang. Like a top-tier consultant introducing an elite investment project, he said mysteriously,
"Brother, let me tell you.