As the saying went,
Promotion and riches went hand in hand.
However, Su Changsheng had been "promoted" so abruptly that he still had trouble adjusting. All he knew was that collecting contributions at the end of the month was a hassle. As for exactly how he would get rich, that remained to be confirmed.
There were plenty of tricks to the trade, and he still needed to adapt and learn them slowly.
Granted, he was currently only a minor manager, overseeing just three streets and a hundred-odd Yao People.
But even this humble title had already begun changing and affecting every aspect of his life.
For instance, his former neighbors on Snake One Street would look at him with fear and terror. The Yao People on Snake Two Street greeted him with smiles, only to viciously curse him as a lackey behind his back.
Just as he himself once had.
As for the Lesser Yao on Snake Three Street, although they inwardly despised this fellow who had climbed the ranks by kissing a tiger's ass, and looked down on his Half-Demon origins, they no longer dared show their displeasure openly. They would only point and whisper about him when no other yao was watching.
Power was status!
Even the Demon Race, which revered the strong, was no exception.
There were many more such changes.
Even his social engagements had increased slightly. Life within a Yao Stronghold in the Wilds was not all bloodshed and slaughter. The various yao serving under a powerful yao would occasionally visit one another in private and exchange what they had.
Some exchanged information, some traded supplies, and others got together to puzzle over certain orders from their boss.
Su Changsheng found it endlessly irritating.
Fortunately, such occasions were infrequent. Everyone generally stayed on their own