Dignity, or Being Given Dignity (I)

"Hand Han Yu over to him to deal with?"

"He really said that?"

Hearing Lady Mingzhu's report, Ye Qingcang unconsciously straightened up and questioned Bai Yifei's latter promise.

Bai Yifei's defection had been within his expectations.

After all, Bai Yifei was a smart man.

As the saying went, all the scheming of a bad man could not compare to a fool's sudden whim.

He could not predict what fools were thinking.

But predicting what smart people were thinking was not difficult.

Or rather, it was about grasping human nature.

He was betting that smart people would not act on emotion.

This was also where the theory of rookies defeating experts came from.

Because smart people would always choose the option most beneficial to themselves. Even if every choice ultimately meant losses, they would choose the one with the smallest loss.

Thus, in Ye Qingcang's estimation—

Bai Yifei defecting was perfectly normal.

But volunteering to do this kind of dirty work was highly abnormal.

Some things were indeed taboo to do.

Yet someone had to do them.

Generally speaking, those who did such things were people unafraid of death, and unafraid of the reputation they would have after death. Even if they died bearing infamy, they did not fear it. They pursued practical benefits, or carried out orders for the sake of their beliefs. Within Quicksand, there were three types of people responsible for such matters. One was the Web of Nets and Faceless Men under Ye Qingcang. Another was the Seven Absolutes Hall under Wei Zhuang. The third was the sisters in Purple Orchid Pavilion, which Zinv had built. They did the most despised work and held the most looked-down-upon professions, extracting the harshest intelligence and money. Their sacrifices were the foundation of Quicksand's existence, and they were its core