Once Lu PingAn truly got to work and began expanding on all fronts, even he was a little surprised by his own "influence."
"Old Guan really did accomplish a lot."
Transforming the Rebirth Merchant Guild into Rebirth United Company had cost only one yuan and fifty cents in registration fees. When the clerk across the counter directly asked whether they could switch jobs, even Lu Mouren was startled.
"If I can work with Ark, my family will be proud of me too! I don't need much pay—about the same as now will do. I could even take a pay cut."
The staff member's unhesitating request to change jobs at an official institution in the capital once again proved the value of the Ark name.
Lu Mouren became increasingly certain that the past ten years of "saving others" might be the most valuable trump card he possessed.
Mortals could sometimes be shortsighted, and sometimes they could be misled or deceived. But after enough time had passed, those who had received kindness for years truly knew who was good and who was evil.
There was a reason East Country People had a better reputation than other races. And among the various East Country People factions, the Rebirth Merchant Guild stood alone.
As long as the Rebirth Merchant Guild still had the Ark name, the issue Lu PingAn had originally worried about—"being ostracized by the locals"—was not an issue at all.
And his expansion, especially the shift from a semi-welfare institution with nonprofit core operations into a genuine corporate group, did not trigger the public backlash he had anticipated. This world simply had no equivalent concept. They had not even fully figured out imported ideas like companies, legal entities, and organizations.
"If we only want to satisfy ourselves, then rescuing people out of