Ruling Ten People Wasn't Easy

Lu Chengwen sat in his office, looking at the ten experts before him. Zhao Gang stood behind him.

Lu Chengwen puffed on a cigar. "I've heard that you've all been performing quite well lately."

The ten experts hurriedly responded with modest words.

Lu Chengwen put on airs, one foot resting on the desk as he shook his leg and blew out cigar smoke.

"Cut the crap."

The room fell silent.

Lu Chengwen handed the cigar to Zhao Gang, who quickly took it, stubbed it out, and placed it in the ashtray.

Lu Chengwen said, "Now, I plan to help you advance, advance by a huge margin! But I can only reward those who have rendered meritorious service! Tell me, what work have you been doing lately? How well did you do? Speak for yourselves."

The Strategist and Heavenly King Fubo exchanged a glance. Both looked awkward.

Lu Chengwen glanced at the Strategist. "Oh, as the leaders of your two teams, you and Heavenly King Fubo don't need to speak for yourselves. You'll both have a chance."

The two were overjoyed.

In reality, the Strategist and Heavenly King Fubo had been fiercely competing with each other in the workplace lately.

Heavenly King Fubo believed that his original rank was higher than the Strategist's.

Who the hell was the Strategist? Little Zhuge? Did he really think he was Zhuge Liang?

Back then, I was from the main headquarters in the Northern Country, while he was from some tiny branch in Xue City. Could our status possibly be the same?

Our strength was worlds apart too!

What was my strength, and what was his? He wanted to compare himself to me!?

The Strategist was none too pleased with Heavenly King Fubo either.

I was the second-in-command back then, and now even CEO Lu