"I'm not scared of you,"
"The cafeteria food here is good, so I'll stay right here."
"I'm not fussy."
Watching the two big shots who had almost gotten into a gunfight walk away one after the other, Gu Tao leaned back in his chair, rubbed his face, and although he wasn't incapable of handling such situations, he still didn't like political strife. So after placating both sides, whatever fighting they wanted to do next was up to them. After all, that kind of thing was so draining and annoying.
Yet, Gu Tao's second phase of the plan was already being plotted. Leveraging the Taixu Pavilion incident, he had prepared a foolproof model for negative regional marketing. The so-called negative regional model wasn't the crude sort where all from the Northeast were regarded as loyal and everyone from Henan as thieves—no, he was planning to slap a huge number of labels on various martial arts factions.
