"Homeworld really is more comfortable."
Lu PingAn sprawled in a lounge chair on the balcony, completely unwilling to move.
What he meant by comfortable was not simply that he was tired. Compared to the previous world, which was filled with seven times the gravity, flames, and toxins, Earth's atmosphere and gravity were far too friendly to mortals.
As he lay there, Lu PingAn gradually drifted off to sleep. Even though his body no longer actually needed frequent sleep or food, he still maintained the habits of an ordinary mortal.
But after falling asleep, Lu PingAn vaguely began floating upward. It seemed he still needed some time to adapt to the gravity of his own world.
He had just returned from the headquarters of the Rebirth Merchant Group in Ancient City. The student club from back then had become a major corporation spanning multiple universes. He had merely reviewed its recent development strategies and projected revenue. At this stage, neither Lu PingAn nor his core team could possibly manage the company in every respect. The agents, managers, and mid-level executives were the true backbone of the organization.
All Lu PingAn could do was select suitable senior executives and ensure its development remained on the right path. He knew very well what terrifying things a business group driven purely by profit could do, especially when it involved the military industry during wartime. They truly could not afford a single misstep.
"...What a headache. At least one-tenth of the executives need to be replaced."
The meetings and audit had gone smoothly enough. The executives and senior staff all appeared diligent, but those who had already been corrupted, harbored ambitions, or had been planted as spies by other companies could not hide from Lu PingAn's methods of observation.
Firing them was easy enough. Filling