Director Fang let out a heavy sigh. "All right. No matter what, you've followed me for so long. If I don't help you, who will? I can't just sit back and watch Old Han send someone up. How about this? I'll talk it over with Old Tong and find a way to scrape together two hundred thousand for you."
"Thank you, sir." Lu Mingxuan bowed deeply. This time, his gratitude was sincere.
After leaving Director Fang's office, Lu Mingxuan gathered the five Ding Gods and twenty-five Yellow Turban Strongmen under his command and gave them a rousing speech.
He made no secret of the fact that he was working hard to secure a promotion to Director, and that he needed everyone's wholehearted support. Once he succeeded, he would never forget those who had helped him.
Everyone under Lu Mingxuan knew his usual ways all too well. Though he spoke so movingly that even he seemed touched, the others could only sneer inwardly.
In the end, Lu Mingxuan kept pressing the five Ding Gods. With no choice, everyone dug into their own pockets and scraped together fifty thousand for him. In their hearts, they cursed Lu Mingxuan and his ancestors eighteen generations back.
Though he had managed to get fifty thousand, Lu Mingxuan was still far from satisfied. He was bankrupting himself to compete for the Director position. The three hundred thousand was only what Jiang Zhun had asked for. Jiang Zhun could help him earn a record of achievement, which was crucial, but even with such a record, there was no guarantee he would be promoted. That was a fact.
Only a record impressive enough to make him shine, combined with connections at just the right moment, could secure his promotion.
With three hundred thousand, there would be no