"Once we get out, see if we can find some materials for our sect clothing that still have defensive capabilities."
"Understood!"
Fat Long nodded seriously. In his previous life, he had owned a company and was quite familiar with management regulations. Although his company did not develop very well, it had kept from going bankrupt for many years, which is no small feat.
Not to joke,
running a small company that stays afloat for many years already surpasses ninety percent of companies—most small businesses have to shut down within three years. Surviving in such a competitive environment is also a display of ability.
"From now on, you will be responsible for managing the sect," Chen Qiu looked toward Fat Long, assigning him future responsibilities within the sect: "mainly managing resources and sect contributions, among other things."
"As for the scholar—"
