After Lu Ziye, Ma Lou, and Bossy Guy had all made their positions clear.
Everyone turned in unison toward [I'm Not Jiahao], who stood at the very edge and had yet to say a word.
He still maintained his Wall Street elite persona.
With both hands tucked into the sleeves of his Ash Robe, he raised one to adjust the frame of the Ash Monocle on his nose.
His deathly pale face remained utterly impassive, as though the twenty thousand yuan Kuang Shao had offered meant nothing to him.
"Boss Jia, what do you think?"
Lu Ziye was getting anxious. "You're not about to pull some 'elite players won't sell their dignity for a pittance' crap, are you?"
Seeing everyone looking at him.
Jiahao slowly raised his head, the tuft of center-parted bangs covering his left eye swaying slightly in the wind. His gaze held the depth and arrogance of someone who believed everyone else was drunk while he alone remained sober.
He cleared his throat and gave his signature little chuckle:
"Heh."
"While others my age are still agonizing over twenty thousand yuan, or even patting themselves on the back over such paltry gains..."
"I've already begun considering macroeconomic development and the economic ecosystem of the Wasteland."
Jiahao took two exceedingly elegant steps in front of the four of them and launched into his grand discourse:
"As elite oligarch players who control the absolute core of this game's combat power."
"We must never focus solely on our own short-term interests while neglecting the healthy economic cycle of the Wasteland as a whole."
"If our Embers Kindling remains the sole dominant force forever, ruthlessly suppressing and monopolizing all tier-two resources, players at the bottom will inevitably lose their enjoyment of the game, ultimately triggering a serious player exodus."
"You must