Published: February 12, 2025
A bottle after bottle of colorful fine liquor was placed on the table, and trays of fruits, as precious as potions in the apocalypse, were set in front of each seat. Countless servers moved about the conference room, striving to arrange the venue for the upcoming special meeting as perfectly as possible.
The person in charge knew that if he did not satisfy Meng Ao, his good days would come to an end. Therefore, his shouts were particularly loud, and from time to time, he would punish those servers who performed poorly by breaking their bones.
Such injuries, even a one-star evolver would fully recover from in a week or so, but the pain at that moment would forever remind them of their shortcomings.
The crisp sound of leather boots echoed from the corridor, prompting the person in charge to straighten his back and quickly walk to the door. The next second, a young and handsome man dressed in exquisite white military attire entered.
His gaze first swept over the person in charge without saying a word, then he walked into the conference room with his hands behind his back. The guards he passed by saluted him, and he merely nodded slightly, his bright eyes constantly surveying the room.
"Remove all the fresh fruits and move them to the banquet hall in the back. The commander not only wants to celebrate with these mid-level leaders but will also invite everyone above the rank to attend."
"Understood."
Upon hearing the young man's words, the person in charge immediately responded, "Is there anything else you would like to instruct, Mr. Lan?"
"As long as there is enough liquor, there’s no need to have so much. Remove the white liquor and foreign wines, just keep the red wine. Pour everything into the decanter; we will only have a symbolic toast here later."
"Got it, I will do it right away."
The person in charge bowed respectfully, then instructed his subordinates to carry out the tasks. The servants immediately began to orderly replace the fresh fruits and beverages, prompting Mr. Lan to nod slightly, clearly satisfied with their efficiency.
"Do well."
After leaving this remark, he turned around and left.
During their work, the servers stole glances at the departing handsome man, their eyes mixed with jealousy and disdain, which eventually transformed into awe and obedience.
Who was Mr. Lan? Everyone knew he was the commander's 'man', and their disdain stemmed from this fact.
Perhaps for many men, they would rather die than be in such a position.
Initially, Mr. Lan was not called Mr. Lan; he was called Lan Mei.
It didn’t sound too unpleasant, but the implication was quite clear.
However, later on, this Lan Mei revealed his fierce side. He not only gained the complete trust of the commander but also personally trained the terrifying thirty elite guards! He became the captain of the elite guard and is now a seven-star evolver.
Soon, the conference room was fully prepared. With a command from the person in charge, the servers gradually withdrew, and a group of elegantly dressed women in qipaos gracefully entered, standing beside each table, striking the most elegant poses, wearing the most professional smiles.
If it weren't for the ravaged scene outside the window, one might think this was an annual meeting of some international conglomerate.
After a while, several individuals in clean and neat military uniforms, exuding an imposing presence, began to walk in. These individuals brought no guards, at most accompanied by their aides. They entered the conference room, casually glanced around, found their seats, greeted familiar faces, and looked at the red liquid in the elite decanters, many revealing smiles.
In the apocalypse, people's bodies had received tremendous enhancements, leading to a widespread craving for anything that could stimulate the senses. Tobacco, alcohol, candies, tea, chili peppers, and even drugs became sought-after commodities.
Because even excessive intake was tolerable for their enhanced bodies.
Additionally, the cultivation and brewing of these items had long been scarce in the apocalypse, making their prices extremely high, unattainable for ordinary evolvers.