"Looks like you haven't managed your physiques very well. That's bad. Recent studies have shown that obesity can lead to many terrible diseases, and all of you already belong to that group."
"So I've decided to have the company's chefs revise the menu and remove those high-calorie foods. A comfortable environment makes people lose their competitive edge and ultimately get eliminated by society."
"The air-conditioning temperature should also be raised a little. I'm feeling a bit cold."
No one had much to complain about. After all, they could feel the cold too.
Cold was merely a form of revenge against heat—a childish form of revenge, but an amusing one.
It was the same principle as covering oneself with a blanket while the air conditioner blew, or eating cold food in a heated room during winter: it was all for the sake of revenge.
"Next, let's talk about our new work..." Lin Qi lowered his head as he spoke and looked at some documents in his hands. "...Tell me what you think."
After waiting for two minutes without anyone saying a word, Lin Qi raised his head in surprise and looked at the people around the table. "I thought someone had already told you what I'd be discussing after I arrived."
Lin Qi's words were quite blunt. More or less embarrassed expressions appeared on the faces of many of the management personnel. They were genuinely embarrassed.
These people had been placed here by the Department of Defense, the National Security Committee, and similar organizations. They did indeed know what Lin Qi wanted to discuss.
But some things became very... awkward once they were said aloud—awkward enough to be fatal.
It was like Mr. Adulterer and Mr. Honest being friends. Mr. Honest knew that Mr. Adulterer had slept with his wife, but