One day.
Little Fatty was looking over complicated documents.
"Ugh, being emperor really feels awful."
"There are so many documents to approve. I need to find a few Grand Academicians."
"But those ancient people only know how to exploit, control, and bully others. They don't understand modern management at all."
"With perfectly good business procedures, all they know is how to make things difficult for people so they can force them to hand over money!"
"They have no idea how much profit a trade route can bring once it's opened, or how many jobs it can create!"
"Ensure the food supply, then leave the rest to commerce. It may not be entirely right, but it's still a hundred times better than what those old masters do!"
Little Fatty looked at the official documents, furious.
Wenren Sheng ignored him.
He had seen this sort of thing long ago.
The other five, however, were very excited.
"I'll do it. I'll help you review these documents. I can understand them too," Sunglasses Men said.
"I can do it too. I'm a Mathematics Teacher. I understand these things as well," the Mathematics Teacher followed up.
"I'm a Physical Education Teacher, but I've read lots of novels. I know how to farm and manage estates."
The housewife and the career woman stared blankly from the side.
They could not understand what they were talking about.
It was not that they completely failed to understand. They simply had no interest, so they did not want to understand, and thus could not understand.
Little Fatty glanced at them, and an idea came to him. He nodded. "Fine. You can serve as my Grand Academicians and freely enter my backyard, but you'll need to be castrated."
"Then castrate me. I'm livestock now anyway," Sunglasses Men said indifferently.
"Uh,