"How does Lord Shen plan to deal with those who don't know what's good for them?"
"I'm thinking of sending them a Recruitment Poster by courier."
Wei Lou thought of Luo San, who had been lured over by that Recruitment Poster, and felt the corner of his mouth twitch. Still, he asked, "And if they receive the Recruitment Poster and simply ignore it, what will Lord Shen do then?"
To this day, he still couldn't understand how such a bizarre Recruitment Poster had managed to hook Luo San. It was downright absurd and ridiculous—like dozing off by a river and having a hundred-pound fish leap right into your arms.
One Luo San was already beyond anyone's expectations.
It was impossible for another normal person to get hooked by that kind of Recruitment Poster.
Shen Tang said, "Ignore it? If they ignore it, I'll go to their door and ask them why. What kind of big shot are they, how many dishes have they had, to think they can snub my Recruitment Poster?"
Jimò Cong nodded. "Indeed."
Wei Lou's normally steady blood pressure showed signs of climbing.
That conduct, that attitude—she was undoubtedly an Evil God!
Wei Lou disapproved. "If you want scholars to join you, you should treat them with courtesy. Treating worthy people with respect is the bare minimum. How can Lord Shen be so crude and uncivilized? If those scholars find out, how could they ever serve you?"
"Are you saying you can't force a melon to be sweet?"
Seeing that she understood what he meant, Wei Lou felt an inexplicable surge of relief.
If she could be reasoned with, perhaps she wasn't an Evil God after all.
But her next words were, "A melon forced off the vine might not be sweet, but it'll definitely quench my