Only after Mu Qingmei had run out of breath from showering Qing Lan with flattery did Qing Lan nod in satisfaction and let the subject drop.
However, Qing Lan shook her head at Mu Qingmei's suggestion. "Qingmei, your intentions are good, but now isn't the time."
"Why isn't it the time?" Mu Qingmei was stunned. "Does showing off have to follow a proper structure now? We should compare Chairman Jing with the other merchants right now and let everyone know that merchants from the Silver Blood Society are no good—but Chairman Jing is amazing!"
"There's been progress. There's been change. When someone does good deeds, it should be spread through every street and alley. Only then can everyone rightly feel grateful, and only then will Chairman Jing have more motivation to become a better person."
Mu Qingmei's thoughts were also those of the vast majority of the White Night Walkers.
Although the division of tasks and professional requirements meant that some White Night Walkers had to work as spies and infiltrators, sacrificing themselves in obscurity for their ideals, White Night would never let these people simply turn to dust in the pages of history. Every month, they published an internal paper dedicated to recording the achievements of White Night Walkers who had died in service, as well as White Night's accomplishments in various regions.
If the outside environment was too hostile for the general public to know, that was fine—then only their comrades would know.
If communications were lacking, that was fine—then only the local comrades would know.
If the mission was confidential and could not be revealed, that was fine—then they would record it first and spread the word later.
Although White Night was currently a secret organization, every member looked forward to the day they could step onto