Inside the Dream Pavilion, two of Fu Yanchao's subordinates were moved to tears as they faced a table laden with over 180 specialty dishes.
They are nothing but insignificant little people, or to put it bluntly, cannon fodder. Every day they are either killing people or on their way to being killed.
Has anyone ever truly cared about them?
But now, he has received imperial treatment for merely delivering a message.
At that moment, tears streamed down their faces.
The Karami around them kept refilling the two's wine and food, and brought out the Nine Grain Liquor, which was priceless in the Demon Realm market, and filled their glasses to the brim.
"Come on, let's drink."
"Eat up! Is the food not to your liking? Just tell me, and I'll arrange everything that's available in this Demon City for you."
The accompanying staff kept urging them to eat and drink, and seeing their sincere expressions, the two messengers of the chief commander were deeply moved.
What a harmonious family! It's truly enviable.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats approached from afar.
Before anyone could react, a loud "boom" was heard, and one of the outer walls of the Dream Tower collapsed.
As the smoke cleared, the ghost carriage was already parked beside the luxurious wine table.
"Welcome home, Dad!"
All the little Karami in the Dream Tower stood respectfully in two rows, bowing deeply with eyes full of admiration.
Another row of people lay on the ground, stretching all the way to the front of the carriage, serving as a carpet.
The two messengers were dumbfounded by the scene, thinking that even the most powerful sects in the Heavenly Realm were not this ostentatious, let alone someone who was just going home. Was it really necessary to have such a grand ceremony?
Jiang Haitian jumped off the carriage, stepped onto the human carpet, adjusted his sunglasses, pointed directly at the destroyed wall behind him, and said to one of his illegitimate sons.
"How come this wall is broken again? You piece of trash, you have to fix it by tomorrow. If you cut corners again, I'll send you to work in the mines."
"Yes, Father, please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to satisfy you."
"That's more like it."
Jiang Haitian walked directly to the banquet table, looked at the dishes that had barely been touched, and immediately snapped his fingers.
The next moment, a wild son who looked like a butler ran up to him, bowing and scraping: "Father, what are your orders?"
"You piece of trash, is this food fit for human consumption? What did I tell you before?"
"According to the standards of a state banquet in the Demon Realm, you actually served these to your distinguished guests? Are you trying to make me lose all face?"
Despite being harshly scolded, the wild son showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever, and instead wore a flattered smile on his face.
"Father, you're right. It's just that time is tight. The really high-end materials need to be processed three days in advance."
I was just worried that our distinguished guests would be getting impatient. Please, Father, calm down and forgive your son this time.
The commander on the other side was dumbfounded.
Such exquisite dishes would cost at least one or two hundred spirit stones per table, not including the wine.
How could they be so insignificant in front of Jiang Haitian? It can only be said that poverty limits their imagination.
"Useless trash. I'll let it go this time, but remember not to do it again. Tell the kitchen to prepare ten times the amount of ingredients in advance, so as not to embarrass me later."
"Father, please rest assured, your son will definitely improve."
After venting his anger to his family, Jiang Haitian sat down directly opposite the two messengers: "Gentlemen, my sons have not been very attentive to me, please don't take it to heart. I wonder what the commander-in-chief wants to see me about?"
Upon hearing this, Chuan Xin immediately said, "Boss Jiang, our commander has heard of your deeds and would like to invite you to join Eagle King Fortress and serve the Empress together."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Haitian adjusted his sunglasses and asked, "So how much money is your CEO planning to offer to bribe me?"
"ah?"
The two messengers were dumbfounded by this question.
They were completely unprepared for Jiang Haitian to ask such a question.
"What? If you want me to come out of retirement, you should at least offer me some incentive. Otherwise, why should I give up a good life and follow your boss to live a life of danger?"
The two messengers were in a difficult position. Seeing this, they cupped their hands and said, "Boss Jiang, our commander really didn't give any instructions on this."
"Why don't you reply and say you have time to meet with the Commander-in-Chief? That way, we can report back to him."
The rules of the relevant departments in the Demon Realm are extremely brutal. Even if you do a small thing wrong, at best you will be killed, and at worst your entire family will be wiped out.
"How much is your monthly salary?"
Suddenly, Jiang Haitian asked a question out of the blue.
The two messengers were somewhat surprised. "What does this have to do with you?"
"I'm asking you a question! How much is your monthly salary?"
A messenger whispered, "I only get one spirit crystal a month. If I want more, I have to kill people, but that's only two spirit stones at most. Most of the time, I only get spirit crystals..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Haitian immediately beckoned with his finger.
Instantly, a bastard son stood respectfully beside him: "Father, what are your orders?"
"Go to the accounting office and fetch a thousand spirit stones."
"Good dad."
A moment later, Jiang Haitian tossed a storage bag containing a thousand spirit stones onto the dishes.
Upon seeing the bulging storage bag, the two messengers immediately swallowed hard.
"If you're willing to call me 'father,' these spirit stones are yours. You'll get even more if you're obedient in the future. Think about it."
This is very straightforward; it's telling you whether you plan to continue following Fu Yanchao or follow me.
Following Fu Yanchao, they went hungry nine times in three days.
Following Jiang Haitian, every meal included fish and meat.
This is a question that could give you an easy point, but it could also be a fatal one.
If he betrays Fu Yanchao, his life will likely be in danger.
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