The Imperial Examination had appeared.
Those masters born into poverty never stood up for the poor.
A few people like that appeared from time to time.
But they could not possibly rebel against the entire class of Imperial Examination graduates.
This method was truly ingenious.
If Zhang Meng had not experienced two worlds and possessed a unique Golden Finger,
then at this very moment, his heart would have gone cold. He would have lain flat, or simply muddled along here.
But at this point, he also realized something.
These managers should all be very weak.
If people went without fighting for a long time, they would deteriorate very quickly.
It was like a senior high school student. In just a few years—no, all it took was a single summer vacation—and a once brilliant student who could do anything would immediately turn into a useless freshman.
That was the result of not training.
And indeed, that was how it was.
He discovered that aside from the managers who often led teams on Battlefield World missions,
and had to command from the rear, giving them relatively abundant combat experience, many of the other managers barely knew how to fight or carry out missions. They only understood a few simple procedures. They were practically useless.
He alone could take on a hundred of them.
All they knew was how to eat, drink, and curry favor with those above them.
And only then,
when he had begun looking down on the managers, did he finally come into contact with the company's true strength.
That was the Intelligent System.
The higher-ups had likewise assigned him a small portion of authority.
Through the Intelligent System, he could accurately investigate every person under his jurisdiction.
With this thing, he could learn about their living conditions and ensure