"When both the client and the contractor feast together, upstream and downstream alike, and after it's all done, they still have to thank us—Mr. Liu, you really are the master of exploitation."
"Aside from not having a very pretty girlfriend—heck, not even human—Mr. Liu, you truly are perfect."
Watching these sycophants, Liuzi realized that lunatics will be lunatics—they could flatter someone to death.
However, once he understood that they were actually praising him, Liuzi felt somewhat comfortable.
After handling a dozen or so orders, he had tens of millions of faith at his disposal.
This money was all spare change; with a never-ending influx of trash, the figures on the books were just idle funds, perfect for investment.
However, most investments took a long time to show returns, yet the best investment was right before his eyes.
It was the consignment auction.
