"What exactly is she trying to do?" Even Wa Master felt that this Ancient Dragon, who was supposedly her ancestor's close friend, had something wrong with her head.
Zhou Minhao spoke with a hint of speculation in his voice. "What she wants is probably to build order, reap obedience, and experience that sense of top-down control. Whether the final figures on the financial report are black or red, whether the profits are fat or thin—perhaps none of that pleases her as much as seeing fear and respect in an employee's eyes."
Wa Master leaned back in her chair, her gaze returning to the patch of sky outside, carved apart by high-rises. Below, the city operated silently, following another complex set of rules made up of numbers, laws, and desire.
An ancient dragon was trying to play the role of "Master" within this system in her own way, yet the things she did were downright absurd.
It was like seeing a prehistoric Tyrant Dragon carefully and eagerly trying to use its enormous claws to build a castle out of children's toy blocks. Yet its seriousness, so mismatched with its massive body, gave off an indescribable sense of—strangeness.
After a while, Wa Master sighed softly. "Why do I feel that, compared to her, human capital is more like an evil dragon?"
Listening to Wa Master's sigh, Zhou Minhao suddenly felt that perhaps he needed to reassess Naga's actions—
What exactly was that dragon truly trying to build behind this seemingly clumsy and irrational business strategy?
The taxi stopped at the entrance to an upscale villa district. Amon paid the fare, got out, and followed the house numbers until he found an elegantly designed detached villa.
The dark metal gate was tightly shut, separating the refined landscaping inside from the outside world. He