Today was the day Shang Qian finalized the big plan.
She sat in her conference room wearing black-framed glasses, her arms crossed over her chest, squeezing the letter D somewhat out of shape.
A circle of men and women sat before her. Whatever their looks, every one of them had a shrewd face.
You couldn't develop a face like that without spending ten years in finance!
Shang Qian cleared her throat. "Everyone! Our currency issuance plan has been perfected! Our preliminary preparations are also underway. Tomorrow is the day we officially issue our currency. I hope everyone will follow the plan we've drawn up, put it into practice, execute it, and carry this through without cutting any corners!"
"Yes, Director Shang!"
"Understood!"
"I'm going to witness the rise of a new currency!"
Among the twenty people seated below, some were impassioned, some looked excited, and others wore neutral expressions.
Shang Qian took it all in. "Over these past ten days, you've all enjoyed Home No. 1's benefits and regained the treatment afforded to intellectual workers. Coming to work every day earns you the right to eat and survive. But! Remember, Home No. 1 isn't somewhere you can coast through life. You must put in 120 percent of your effort to do this properly. If anyone steals, shirks, deceives their superiors, or conceals things from their subordinates, what awaits you won't be punishment under the law, but punishment from me!"
Large amounts of purple mist rose from Shang Qian, and her aura as an advanced Tier 2 Superhuman burst forth, distorting the space throughout the conference room.
If they dared make a reckless move, the power of space would swallow them.
With good luck, they would be transported somewhere. With bad luck, they might never get out.
Shang Qian had already