Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1431: Chapter 1429: Goals and Pressure

Understand desires, discern fears.

As a superior being wielding authority, behaving as brutishly simplistic as Alarakir is unacceptable.

Selana, who has come to visit at this moment, is difficult to fully trust, but her goal is clear—to find clues related to the emblem.

Meanwhile, far off on the other end, there is a group of bewildered, helpless contractors also searching for emblem-related matters.

However, their quest is for the hope embodied within the emblem.

Thus, as the hidden hand in the chaos, I decisively already orchestrated the most reasonable allocation from a commanding strategic position, hoping to satisfy the needs of both sides.

Although the connection is indeed fragile, Fu Qian believes that through careful transmission, the solemn and grand scene just now has already been received by more than one greedy worm.

The blurred imagery only adds a more mysterious touch.

Moreover, with a manual touch of some filters, Fu Qian believes that for the greedy worms, it will be an ecstatic holy scene—

The superior being behind the oath has not abandoned them, even showing them a scene of a pioneer receiving divinity, guiding them not to give up hope!

To activate the team’s internal motivation, one must provide a visible goal.

The management books we read earlier were not in vain.

…

One can fully imagine how excited the bewildered crowd would be, upon seeing this lighthouse of hope.

Though the road ahead is long, they will surely strive towards the goal.

The goal is even quite clear—to seek that divine pioneer.

In absence of more blessings, it’s perfectly normal to seek sages and learn from their experiences.

On the other side, Selana will undoubtedly replace Ah Wei, who was sent to Unseen Hillock, as the object of admiration and aspiration for a group of people.

This half-god of the blood clan will form a perfect two-way pursuit with them, helping to maximize the guidance and observation of this special group.

As for why choose a half-god who harbors hostility towards the greedy worms?

The second essential principle of excellent management is to set a goal for the team while also providing corresponding pressure.

And the pressure chosen this time seems to come directly from the target itself, a truly remarkable management technique.

Being an evil god is no simple matter.

…

“Thank you for sharing, Mr. Fang.”

As Fu Qian made meticulous calculations, he noticed Selana’s peculiar reaction just now was a reminder through his finger gestures.

Having gained some insight, Selana felt the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and was ready to conclude and leave.

To Selana, how much she could believe the words of this person was uncertain, but nonetheless, the information provided by him was still quite insightful.

Like why the Night Watchman had justly and promptly dealt with Tyler’s matter earlier, and provided a wanted list.

Everything seemed to have come to a reasonable explanation—

With the help of the person before them, they quickly found the person, and in this process made some special discoveries.

Perhaps they were even deliberately let go, having deeper plans, otherwise, how could they have escaped so cleanly?

No matter what, the Night Watchman not only restored the Vampire Clan’s innocence, but also did not deliberately hide this discord.

“For those worms, if there are any findings here, I will notify you immediately.”

Given this, after slightly pondering upon standing up, she added a sentence.

The meaning of this sentence is clear: If you have arrangements regarding those guys, when they come to me, I will hold back my strength and not kill them.

“Then I’ll thank you in advance.”

As the prideful half-god of the blood clan, such a proactive expression of goodwill was rare.

Fu Qian did not squander this kind gesture, accepting it on behalf of Chief Yuan with a profound, mysterious smile.

“Thank you for the tea.”

Increasingly convinced of her inner thoughts, Selana nodded slightly, without saying more, turned to pick up the tea Wen Li placed before her, took a sip and seriously thanked the latter before turning to leave.

…

“Miss Selana…she is much kinder than imagined.”

The half-god of the bloodline clan returned with satisfaction, dispelling the darkness within the bookstore.

After silently drinking tea for a while with Grand Fate Ming Emperor, it was finally Wen Li who broke the silence, expressing how impressed she was with Selana’s last earnest gratitude.

“Of course, the people who frequent this store have always been of high quality.”

Fu Qian, tasting Wen Li’s craftsmanship, also took the opportunity to boast.

Indeed, Selana’s gratitude was due, for Miss Wen’s tea brewing was noticeably very meticulous.

“Besides, she’s already gone far.”

“Oh.”

The notion of high-quality patrons was undoubtedly well-received, and Wen Li laughed softly while visibly relaxing upon hearing the latter part.

“The situation on Gulad’s side doesn’t appear to exceed expectations.”

“However, it’s incredible that Miss Selana could find her way here solely through an emblem.”

“Principally, she didn’t have anywhere else to go, the extravagant handling of the scavenger incident would make it impossible for Gulad not to suspect.”

Fu Qian seemed unsurprised.

“Tyler’s dream was extravagant, seeking communication with the Night Watchman is naturally unsuitable, but using it as a reason, chatting with me as an uncommissioned consultant was sufficient.”

“The strength is more manageable, unlikely to cause any unhappiness.”

“Indeed… but Miss Selana really cares about so many things?”

As a witness to the high-level machinations in the scavenger incident, Wen Li naturally knew why the handling was extravagant—the actual perpetrator, Jiang En, was concealed from the entire event, all matters pushed onto those instigators.

Thus, she naturally agreed with the notion of extravagance.

However, after a rank promotion, her ability to interpret subtleties increased, after some interaction, she concluded Selana may not be interested in tending to these mundane matters.

“She wouldn’t, but Grantham cares.”

Finishing the tea in his cup, Fu Qian now poured himself another, gesturing outwardly.

“She naturally knows the purpose of Grantham seeking her report, yet wandered outside for so long, likely not entangled by this matter, but due to the origins of the emblem.”

“Given my notorious reputation, it’s hard to guarantee what attitude one would have towards the clues obtained dreamily, that person evidently dislikes being mocked.”

Agreeing with Wen Li’s perspective, Fu Qian did not shy away from his notorious reputation.

“… Nonetheless, it seems to be a good outcome.”

For the individual’s nonchalant attitude, Wen Li could only be impressed, showing a hint of comfort.

As the behind-the-scenes guide of this storm, seeing the event concluding so orderly and consolidated was something she was happy to witness.

“But will those who escaped really come back to find Miss Selana?”

She did not inquire why Fu Qian would deny the emblem belonged to the Abandonment King, instead she worried about his premonition.

“They will, it’s the power of faith—right, I also need your help with a small matter.”

Turning to look at her, Fu Qian spoke with certainty while gesturing towards his head.

“Turn the power to maximum, create an emotion ripple towards me, like during your ascension ceremony.”

“…Ah? What emotion?”

Even though surprised, Wen Li clearly wouldn’t deny this request.

“Ecstasy.”

Fu Qian blinked.

“The ecstasy of receiving a blessing.”