I have to say, Ocoro does have a knack for speechmaking—it's kind of mesmerizing.
But when you think about it carefully, it seems like it's all just fluff, not a single useful thing.
"I really admire these people; they can make such pointless talk seem so reasonable, and they can say so much of it," Zhao Guang couldn't help but mutter under his breath. It's practically a staple for leaders.
Indeed, the reason I could never become a leader wasn't external; it was me.
If I can't even nail down these basic skills, how could I possibly lead others?
Only after Ocoro had finished did these Grand Dukes, like chickens injected with adrenaline, get all fired up, their eyes turning red. They didn't even wait for the banquet to start; they just started whooping and set off.
Such great manipulators, Zhao Guang thought as he watched their retreating figures.
The banquet was the same as usual, without any special changes.
