Jiaying City Pet Beast Guild.
President Wang was reporting on post-disaster reconstruction following the Beast Tide to President Zhang of the Provincial Pet Beast Guild alongside the presidents of Pet Beast Guilds from other cities.
"Old Wang, I heard things were pretty bad on your end too."
"The situation escalated for a time. Don't tell me you still haven't finished clearing away all the Strange Beast corpses over there?"
"What invaded my side were Chinese Double-Furred Sharp-Clawed Crabs."
"They tasted quite good, but less than a day after being killed, they started rotting and gave off the stench of spoiled seafood."
A bearded guild president complained to Wang Jinyin.
Normally, Wang Jinyin would have leapt up the moment someone called him Old Wang. Yet this time, he calmly took a sip of tea.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he looked utterly serene.
"President Wang's side finished clearing the Strange Beast corpses long ago."
President Zhang gave them the answer.
"Old Wang, clearing all those Strange Beast corpses must have cost quite a bit, right? With the scale of your Beast Tide, emergency disposal would surely be an astronomical sum."
"If you're upset, just cry it out. Don't bottle it up inside; it isn't good for your health."
"Once a Beast Tide breaks out—"
"Those cleaning companies come rushing over like wolf pups catching the scent of a huge slab of fat."
"Their quotes are harsher than the last."
"They all want to take a vicious bite out of our Pet Beast Guild."
"But the Strange Beast corpses on my side are piled up like mountains, and the Pet Beast Guild staff are going mad from all the work."
"I only managed to make time for this meeting amid a hundred pressing tasks."
A middle-aged man as skinny