".Even the most painful wounds will heal sooner or later."
Watching the bustling city, Lu PingAn fell into thought.
Early in the morning, the entire city had awakened. Though the surging crowds were irritating, the fact that most of them were headed for vehicles bound for the outskirts also demonstrated the city's formidable employment capacity.
This undoubtedly delighted Lu PingAn.
To Lu Mouren, talk of benefits, compensation, and guarantees meant far less than giving the citizens an ordinary job before this chaotic age on the verge of great conflict.
When a family encountered most hardships and pain, as long as they had a job, they could grit their teeth and endure. Conversely, if unemployment became widespread throughout a city, a bucket full of holes would ultimately retain nothing.
".But if a wound keeps bleeding—or festering—it is destined to bring about an inevitable death."
Big Cat had probably seen too many tragedies and apocalypses. Even amid flourishing prosperity, she often threw out remarks like that.
What was most helpless was that she was basically always telling the truth.
Those ever-expanding Outsider invasion points were the festering wounds through which this world was bleeding. They were still minor injuries for now, but if they could not be healed, they were destined to keep worsening.
".Isn't that what we're striving for? No matter the cost, we must stop the bleeding and disinfect this world's wounds."
Though his words were stirring, Lu PingAn spoke calmly, as if he were merely stating the future.
He slowly turned and looked at his "disciples."
"You lot, go find jobs. Work 996 for me during the day, then come to me for extra lessons every other night."
He said something extremely "human," yet the dozen or so disciples behind him did not object. Only two were clearly muttering