Lin Yu felt admiration for Paris once again.
The president was more decisive than he had imagined. After Lin Yu brought it up, he immediately realized that although Lin Yu's words contained some exaggeration, they still represented a genuine opportunity.
In any other world, someone like "John H. Arthur," who had suddenly appeared today to offer advice and hoped to receive strong support, would have been suspected because the whole thing had happened so abruptly.
But in the City That Never Sleeps, that would not happen.
This was not merely because Lin Yu's identity itself had no flaws...
More importantly, this city had never lacked ambitious dreamers!
Paris had seen far too many small-time figures who, relying on courage and intelligence, tried to climb upward and stopped in front of Truth Company executives' cars. Most of them ultimately failed, but some, through all-or-nothing madness and the favor of the goddess of luck, eventually became "upper-class residents."
Paris himself had even been one of them.
Of course, some chose to block nobles' cars directly, but they were basically run over and killed on the spot.
After all, although nobles who killed ordinary residents had to serve prison sentences and be convicted, there was plenty of room for maneuver when it was a traffic accident.
Therefore, finding an executive backed by a noble was the best choice.
The John H. Arthur before him possessed not only courage but also wisdom.
This greatly pleased Paris, as if he were seeing his younger self.
Even after reaching the B-1 rank, even after acquiring his own mansion in the inner city, he was still hungry—hungry to the point of madness.
Paris liked people like this. Loyalty was unreliable. Only ambitious men consumed by desire for profit could continually repay you, as long as you kept