As the future heir to the Qixing Group, Liu Jingxiao had received his family's elite education from a young age, destined to rise to the pinnacle of his profession. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, his status within the company was second only to his grandfather, Liu Tianqing. Even the company's top executives had to be polite to him, not daring to show any slight.
He possessed a natural aristocratic aloofness and arrogance, always looking down on ordinary people with a sense of superiority, especially the ordinary workers at the bottom of Qixing, whom he would not even look at. He was well aware of his status and never disdained to pretend to be "approachable".
Today's Qixing Company, as usual, revolves around this young master.
He stood in the company's top-floor conference room, his gaze coldly scanning the senior engineers seated at the conference table. His silver-blue robe accentuated his tall, slender figure, and his expression, accustomed to issuing orders, evoked the oppressive air of someone accustomed to commanding others. The atmosphere in the conference room seemed particularly subdued.
"Why haven't you given me any results on the optimization plan for the psychic core yet?" He tapped the table lightly. The sound was not loud, but it made people shudder.
The R&D director sitting at the front had beads of sweat on his forehead and spoke with a hint of nervousness, "Young Master, the optimization progress has reached 70%, but the adaptation of the core circuit...we still need time."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jingxiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sneer, his eyes revealing undisguised impatience: "Time? You so-called 'engineering elites' can't even handle a Nascent Soul-level mecha core? Do you want me to replace you all?"
The meeting room was silent, and the air seemed stagnant.
The R&D director lowered his head and explained with difficulty: "Young Master, we are already pushing forward with all our strength..."
Liu Jingxiao glanced at them impatiently. In his eyes, these people were just tools, and the only function of tools was to create value, not to find excuses.
"I'll give you three more days. If you can't solve it, you'll have to pack up and leave." His voice was calm, but left no room for doubt.
No one dared to refute, and the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely depressing.
After the meeting, he turned and left, his steps as steady and powerful as ever, as if he never cared about the anxiety and pressure of these people.
After leaving the conference room, Liu Jingxiao took his exclusive psychic hovercraft to the experimental workshop, followed closely by several assistants, ready to meet any of his needs at any time.
When he stepped into the repair workshop on the ground floor of the company's R&D building, the originally noisy working environment suddenly became quieter.
The workers stopped what they were doing, lowered their heads, and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"The young master has arrived!" The foreman in charge immediately came forward with a respectful smile on his face.
Liu Jingxiao frowned, waved his hand gently to signal them to step back, and glanced indifferently at the entire workshop.
The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and sweat. The workbench was piled with various disassembled parts. Several repairmen were working hard with sweat on their heads. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and oil, and their fingers were covered with metal debris and stains of psychic lubricant.
Liu Jingxiao saw all of this, but his expression remained unchanged.
He never thought these people were worth wasting his emotions on.
Liu Jingxiao hates everything here.
The people in the workshop were filthy, their hands greasy, and their cultivation was low, most not even at the foundation-building stage. Just standing there, he could almost feel the smell of machine oil tainting his clothes.
"Who is in charge here?" He frowned, his tone revealing a hint of impatience.
"Young Master, Engineer Hong has asked for leave today..." A foreman answered cautiously, his voice trembling slightly.
Liu Jingxiao sneered, "Oh, even the person in charge isn't here? Are you guys just giving up?"
"Absolutely not! We have been working hard..." The foreman explained hurriedly with cold sweat on his forehead.
Liu Jingxiao scoffed, picked up a part he was repairing, glanced at it nonchalantly, and threw it back casually, saying indifferently, "People like you, no matter how hard you try, are destined to be low-level laborers."
He glanced at the workers, their faces covered in grease and expressions of anxiety, his eyes revealing his contempt: "In the world of immortal cultivation, cultivation is everything. Without it, no matter how hard you try, you are just ants."
The workshop was dead silent.
The workers' expressions changed slightly, but no one dared to refute. They knew that they, the low-level workers in the Qi training stage, or even mortals, had no right to refute in front of a powerful person like Liu Jingxiao.
He glanced at them indifferently and sneered, "Forget it. There's no point in arguing with a bunch of lowly people."
He waved his hand casually and turned to leave, as if these people were not worthy of him staying even for a moment longer.
Not until his figure completely disappeared did the workers in the workshop quietly raise their heads and look at each other, their eyes full of frustration and anger, but they still dared not say anything.
After all, this is the Liu family's world.
The banquet hall is full of lights and the atmosphere is bustling with activity at night.
Tonight's gathering was attended by the most distinguished members of Ranxing's elite nobility, each possessing a distinguished status. Here, power and wealth were the true measure of everything, leaving no room for the weak.
Liu Jingxiao sat in the VIP seat with a calm expression. He was surrounded by a group of powerful and wealthy children, all of whom had flattering smiles on their faces.
"Mr. Liu, your Qixing's Nascent Soul Mecha project is indeed at the forefront." A young man from a noble family complimented.
He gently swirled the wine glass in his hand and said indifferently, "We're not exactly ahead of the curve, but compared to some companies that are still in the exploratory stage, we've definitely made some breakthroughs."
Hearing this, everyone smiled at each other, and they all understood that he was implicitly criticizing the research and development progress of Qingyu Heavy Industry and Taicang Machinery.
A young man from the Zhao family said with a smile, "Young Master Liu, those low-level cultivators brag about technological innovation every day, saying that even low-level cultivators can rise to prominence. I think it's a joke. Mortals without cultivation, in this world, don't even have the authority to activate mechas. How can they change their own destiny?"
"Hahaha, that's right," another person chimed in. "What's even more ridiculous is that there are still people dreaming of 'changing their fate' through a virtual battlefield. What a foolish dream."
Liu Jingxiao shook the wine glass gently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer.
"The struggles of the weak are ultimately just a ridiculous performance."
After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
The night deepened, but the banquet continued.
Liu Jingxiao stood on the balcony, overlooking the entire night view of Ranxing, but he was thinking in his mind how to completely establish Qixing's absolute leading position.
The era of Nascent Soul-level mechas... is coming.
His goal has never been just to be the successor of Qixing, but to make Qixing the strongest mecha manufacturing group in the entire world of cultivation, so that everyone can only look up to him.
What about the lower-class workers?
It's just an unknown cog on the way to the top, meaningless.
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