At that moment, Li Wei, leading a herd of beasts back to Golden Glory, still had no idea that the shop he had rented for the new workshop earlier that day had, under the crushing force of a certain dragon's money power, changed owners at light speed—and was about to receive an airborne, older single landlady.
After the noon feast, their dinner was much more low-key. They simply booked two adjacent private rooms on the second floor, which happened to provide a relatively private space for an impromptu company meeting after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.
In all of Coriel, Hogg Mining was probably the only one with such an "advanced" meeting system.
Li Wei would never admit, even if beaten to death, that the art style at the moment closely resembled some kind of sales rally on Blue Star. But it wasn't as if he had cheated his employees out of membership fees, right? Hadn't some Boss Ma and his Eighteen Bronze Men done something similar back in the day?
The reason he had chosen to do this, aside from the meeting's relatively private and sensitive content, was that Li Wei truly worried that his employees, who had only recently arrived on the surface and lacked firm resolve, would be unable to withstand the temptations of tavern girls and sexy dancers.
Sexy dancers! Online drinking companions! Tell me, aren't you scared?
Li Wei was, anyway. His elf form was so handsome, and he had all that sinewy muscle so alluring to the opposite sex. If girls touched him too much while he was still growing, what if his nutrition couldn't keep up?
For the sake of his long-term potential, and for the physical and mental health of his employees, the scene before them came to be:
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