Ideals and Reality Always Diverge

Outside the carriage, Qi He was currently kicking and cursing at Tiger Cub in a furious tirade.

It was not that he was especially angry. The main thing was that he had solemnly assured Mr. Mo that everything had been arranged and there would be no problems—that Heyang City was now practically the most orderly place on the entire continent, better managed even than those damn major sects...

In short, he had laid on the flattery thick as flowers in bloom. On one hand, he praised how incomparably ingenious Mr. Mo's designs were; on another, he praised how efficiently everyone in the Alliance handled matters; and at the same time, he inflated their achievements and painted their prospects in the brightest possible colors.

After serving as Heyang City's boss for nearly ten years, Qi He had genuinely worked out what a qualified leader ought to be like.

You could cast aside your pride. You could use underhanded means. You had to uphold your bottom line. And whenever there were benefits to be had, you absolutely could not let them slip away.

In the end, it all came down to one core principle.

If you were the boss, you could not think only of yourself. You had to make the pie bigger and ensure that the brothers following you could eat well, eat happily, and eat with dignity.

Only then could you unite every force that could be united, gather them together, and level the road ahead for the realization of that ultimate ideal.

And what did Ye Xiu, the one who had provided the guiding principles, methods, and benefits, represent?

Every year, Heyang City saw no shortage of conspiracy theories. They claimed that Mr. Mo, their mentor, had not appeared for so long because after Heyang City was successfully established,