It doesn't matter, there's no shady dealings, and there are no shortcuts.

Only those with genuine talent and skills can stay.

Only then can they become the first generation of older brothers and sisters in the Yiwen Flying Team!

Zhao Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, with Yuan Fei and Zheng Hongxiu standing on either side of him.

He said loudly, "After a month of intensive training, you have a complete understanding of Yiwen Society's operating model and its philosophy. I don't want to say anything encouraging or make empty promises. I'll just show you one thing."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng flicked his hand, lifting the red cloth covering the monument to reveal the names written in vigorous and powerful strokes.

Huang Yuansheng.

Wang Keqin.

Chien Guangzhou.

Kong Linlin.

Zhang Baohua.

Chen Feng.

He Yanguang.

Jiang Baohu.

Jiang Xue.

Zhu Yu.

Fu Yan.

Tang Lifeng.

Xu Yong.

Water is equally beneficial.

Liu Xiaoqian.

...

The strokes of these names are vigorous and powerful, leaving a lingering aftertaste, as if a world of martial arts has been carved out from a crevice in a rock.

But these names only occupy a very small portion of the top of the monument.

All twenty-eight original flight team members stared at the monument. Someone asked, "Boss, who are these people?"

"They are all your senior colleagues..."

Zhao Cheng paused for a moment, then continued, "Calling them seniors might not be the most appropriate way, but they are definitely your role models."

"I will tell you about these predecessors' stories slowly and in detail later. For now, I just need to tell you that the highest honor in our Anecdotes Society is not promotion, not earning more money, and certainly not getting the most attractive news! None of these!"

"What is that?" someone asked.

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, placed one hand on the monument, and said, "It is faith, it is the faith that life is about truth!"