Hearing Jing Qingfu's simple and blunt praise, nearly all the clan members were dumbfounded.
But the clever ones quickly came to their senses and realized the brilliance of Jing Zhengwei's plan.
"No wonder he's our eldest brother..."
Jing Zhengwu let out a long breath and smiled in wholehearted admiration.
"Tsk."
Jing Zhengfeng picked up the wine bottle and took a swig, glanced at Le Yu, then turned away.
Feiwei pulled Jing Zhengtang aside and whispered a few words to him. Jing Zhengtang immediately understood and gave Le Yu a thumbs-up. "Feiwei thinks you're amazing too, Big Brother!"
Only Le Yu stupidly looked around at everyone. Seeing their jealous yet begrudgingly submissive expressions, his mind was a complete blank.
What do you mean? Why do all of you look like you've 'figured it out'?
What exactly did you imagine? I was obviously making a joke to mock you!
"No wonder you're my good son... Cough, cough, cough..." Jing Qingfu inhaled two heavy mouthfuls of White Night, and a flush spread across his aged, gloomy face. Le Yu let out a startled sound. Don't look at me with a flushed face!
Jing Qingfu's voice was filled with barely contained delight. "You're the only one who realized what problem our Jing family truly needs to solve!"
"Zhengwu wants to solve the problem of the small portion of workers who want to rebel. Zhengwei wants to solve the problem of all the workers. Zhengtang wants to solve the existing worker-employment system... But those are only the surface!"
"From the very beginning, I told you—the problem we face is that the Silver Blood Society has a grudge against the Jing family!"
"Whether it's the workers, the riots, or the system, none of those things are actually that important. As long as we control the resources,