Under the same starry sky, at the Night Guard's Demon-Hunting Office.
Ye Han stood alone in the small courtyard, glanced at the guard at the entrance, and concealed the fury in his eyes.
As he walked, he pondered to himself.
At the Zhao Residence.
"My lord, Tang Enxuan intends to harm Li Qingxian again."
"Mm."
At the Street Patrol Office's Jia-Nine Office.
The morning sun had just risen. Upon waking, Li Qingxian had intended to go straight home, only for Liu Muwa from the Ministry of Works to visit in person and drag him to the Imperial Prison Bureau's distillery.
In the distillery's temporary meeting hall, people from the Night Guard, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Works, and the Inner Treasury Office gathered together.
More than fifty officials were present, including over a dozen Middle Rank officials in crimson robes. The rest were all Lower Rank officials in green.
The distillery had essentially taken shape. Since the distillation vessels had been replaced with refined steel ones, there had been no more major accidents.
Next, the distillery's focus would shift from making liquor to business operations and expansion.
Liu Muwa, Luo Jing, Jing Guan, and the others discussed how to expand and run the business.
At first, Li Qingxian listened modestly as everyone discussed business operations, but the more he heard, the more speechless he became. These bureaucrats were worse than ordinary merchants, let alone an independent content creator like himself who had been baptized in a torrent of information.
Eventually, he could stand it no longer. Li Qingxian rose and said, "Do you know what the Death Well is? Do you know what the product adoption lifecycle is? Do you know what innovators, early adopters, and the majority are? You ignore the actual situation completely, spout whatever comes