With the group's system constantly improving, Zhu Wencong had returned to his laid-back lifestyle.
The more capable the subordinates, the more leisurely the boss; the less capable the subordinates, the busier the boss—that's the principle.
Zhu Wencong only needed to steer the ship properly, and the rest would be implemented by those below him.
The busy Wei Zanyan brought someone to Zhu Wencong's office, looking as if he had encountered some insurmountable trouble.
"Why do you look like someone who's been bullied?" Zhu Wencong teased.
"Isn't it because of those White elites who joined later, relying on their backers' influence to boss us around?
They all act as if they're number one under heaven, completely disregarding your strategies!
I really don't know what they're here for; they don't have much power, at most they hinder the pace of development.
"Boss, shouldn't you talk to those backers and tell them not to forcefully send over useless people?" Wei Zanyan said bluntly.
