Ancient castle.
Room.
Only Tang Qing was seated, the heads of various powerful consortiums were all standing solemnly on either side of the oval table, slightly bowed.
Showing respect.
As subordinates.
They must have the awareness of being subordinates; if they can't find their place and end up being dealt with, no one will pity them, as most of them rose from the ordinary.
Step by step to the top.
Able to bend.
Able to stretch.
Moreover, Tang Qing's conditions were indeed generous, not requiring their wealth, only their obedience, and offering longevity beyond ordinary humans, which was the key.
To be alive.
For those who were already halfway into their graves, the appeal was immense.
...
"Sit, please."
"Yes."
With Tang Qing's order, they hurried to sit down. Unlike earlier, when they were leaning back in their chairs, now they sat upright, with their hands placed neatly.
Reverence!
Awe!
Two emotions, intertwined within their hearts.
Especially the latter.
