Inside the office, Wen Xishu could clearly sense something strange about Li Weiwei's gaze.
It was a gaze that wanted to devour him, the sort of eager look newcomers to karaoke clubs most hoped to see from the hostesses.
Only a gaze like that deserved the watermelon on the fruit platter.
Li Weiwei was indeed eager, because she knew all too well that a Red House represented the overlord of an entire district.
In a handful of cities, a single Red House was practically royalty.
In the apocalypse, she could discard any shred of dignity for the chance to attach herself to someone as powerful as Wen Xishu. Besides, these past few days, Wen Xishu had behaved very much like a "Benevolent One."
Wen Xishu said:
"Right, that's the idea. But you're being too seductive. I'd still prefer you to keep that lofty, immaculate air you had at the beginning."
Li Weiwei froze.
Wen Xishu said:
"This war is really a war for talent. HP is a hidden score, but talented people have HP."
"In the real world, companies that encourage competition have astonishing fighting power before their internal conflicts erupt."
"They're like a besieged city. People outside want to get in, while those inside can't leave."
"Ms. Li Weiwei, we can't let our people leave. Do you understand?"
Li Weiwei seemed to have some idea of what Wen Xishu meant.
"Boss, what do you want me to do?" Her gaze grew a little cooler.
Not because her enthusiasm had faded, but because she was playing to her strengths.
Wen Xishu nodded:
"Yes, just like that."
"The boss of A District specializes in checks and balances, the boss of B District in endurance, and the boss of D District in manipulation."
"Look, D District is the only district that hasn't