First-Generation Machines

First-Generation Machines

If you wanted to persuade others, you had to win their hearts first.

To carry out the task Chen Yu had given her, she began actively preparing plans and thinking through the details.

The prizes had to be carefully prepared, the events had to be thoughtfully designed, and everything had to progress step by step. That was the only way.

Besides that, she needed to awaken their human consciousness and let them know that they were actually human. Then she could transition into the district chief demonstrating the Dao Heart. Only then could the process be properly completed.

Seeing Walnut agonizing over what to do, the former district chief in the bottle said disdainfully, "Don't you have any previous experience?"

"Nope."

"Then I'd advise you not to waste your effort. The captured Iron Men are all elite troops under my command. They possess formidable combat skills, and their usual salaries are as high as half that of ordinary people. If that Martial Armor Type Eight hadn't launched a sneak attack this time, my Iron Man forces could never have been defeated so easily."

"Hmm—"

"And you may look quite formidable now, but the only formidable one among you is that Martial Armor Type Eight. Once the Central District and Upper District react, you'll be nothing more than a pack of rabble. Let me go now, and I guarantee I'll make you deputy district chief, in charge of the hospitals and Repair Center. On top of that, I guarantee you'll become a tenth-class citizen. Your future will be limitless!"

Walnut stared quietly at him, then asked after he finished, "Do you guys not pay taxes on bragging over there? We had to pay taxes for that in the Eighth District."

"—We do. Could you spot me some? I bragged