I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 341 The President's Counterattack (46)

"President, the live stream is currently showing a viewership rating of 4.7, ranking third all year. We've collected a lot of advertising revenue, and many people say they enjoy watching it and hope that more sessions will be held in the future."

The president stared at his assistant: "They still want to hold it? Isn't it an annual event?"

"It's not the traditional kind, it's a new kind. They hope to collaborate with the puppet armor manufacturer on this event and hold a large-scale challenge where the Demon Slayer Cannon's power is continuously increased, and then see who can survive."

The president stared wide-eyed at his assistant, exclaiming incredulously, "That's the Demon-Slaying Cannon! The Fukuzawa City's super magical artifact, the Demon-Slaying Cannon!"

"President, if I may be so blunt, a cannon that can't kill anyone is just a big firework. Since it's a firework, wouldn't it be good to set it off to add some festive atmosphere?"

Looking at the sincere assistant, the chairman suddenly thought of something.

The president snatched the assistant's phone and immediately opened the other party's contact group, reading through the messages one by one.

Although his phone was taken away, the assistant did not intend to take it back. Instead, he stood silently to the side, watching the chairman.

Finally, the president discovered the private group chat opened by his assistant and confidants, pointed at the contents, and shouted, "What is this?!"

"It is illegal to view other people's chat content without permission."

"I'll pay the fine, but I'm asking you what this is!"

"Chat content".

"more specific!"

The assistant sighed wearily: "My chat history with others shows that we jointly advertised on the Yulin 7 and signed numerous contracts. Although it was expensive at first, it now seems like a worthwhile deal."

"You are betraying Fuzawa's interests!"

The assistant stared at the chairman for a long time, his smiling expression like a mask.

He seemed to be smiling, but it wasn't quite like that; the standard smile remained only on the surface, but there was no real joy in his eyes.

Everyone was at the peak of Qi Refining, but the guild leader saw something deeper in the other person's eyes—something terrifying, devoid of human empathy, and capable of indiscriminately spreading malice in all directions.

Finally, the assistant spoke slowly, his voice low and gentle, just like before:
"President, you've gotten old."

The other person's tone made the president feel as if the assistant was being controlled by something, but then he realized that the other person was speaking from the heart.

Facing the terrified chairman, the assistant smiled and said, "The chairman of Fukuzawa City is a representative nominated by multiple interest groups. He seems very noble, and that's true. However, there's a prerequisite: you cannot harm Fukuzawa's interests."

"I have never thought of harming Fukuzawa's interests!" the chairman said solemnly. "I have always put Fukuzawa's interests first!"

"Indeed, I know. You are a very traditional president, but you are really getting old. Like now, you arrested the doctors because they might be demonic cultivators, and you refused to cooperate with Chen Yu to expand the market. Now, the interests of Fuzawa City are being harmed because of you, but fortunately we can recoup some of it through advertising. Therefore, president, please don't hold everyone back at this time, okay?"

"I……"

"Keep launching, keep firing. The live broadcast ratings are rising, arms dealers are constantly placing ads, and various puppet manufacturers are joining forces to plan the next program, titled 'Let's See Who Can Withstand.' This is a good development trend and one of Fukuzawa's future development directions. Therefore, Chairman, please continue."

The chairman stared blankly at his assistant for a long time before asking, "What about Fukuzawa's reputation?"

"Face doesn't really matter, money is what matters. So I'm telling you, Chairman, you're getting old. This isn't an era where you can rely on your reputation anymore. Take advantage of it while it can be exchanged for money, isn't that a good thing?"

“I disagree! Your current actions are like drinking poison to quench thirst; you will be devoured by capital! Cooperating with the enemy is not something Fukuzawa should do.”

The assistant looked at the president regretfully: "Then I'm sorry, President, we also need to make money. Please rest, President." Several security guards stepped forward and quickly restrained the president.

The president, who was being pulled, was still struggling and shouted angrily, "I am the president, how could you do this to me!"

The assistant looked at the president with a hint of pity in his eyes: "You are the president when we acknowledge you as such. When we don't, you're just an ordinary centenarian. Alright, president, you're tired. Let's take you to rest. We'll continue bombarding Chen Yu."

The chairman was led into the lounge and heard the door being closed, which made him extremely angry.

And after anger comes despair.

He always thought that he was able to climb to this position because of his own talent, but he never expected that it was just the charity and compromise of others.

Once someone is unable to generate benefits for others, they will be immediately abandoned and become a useless pawn.

"hehe."

The president covered his face and couldn't help but laugh.

He looks young, but he is actually over a hundred years old.

Becoming the president of the Fukuzawa City Monk Management Committee was his long-cherished wish, but he never expected that he would just be a puppet after becoming the president.

He comes from a very traditional family in Fukuzawa City. His father’s long-cherished wish was for a chairman to emerge from the family and then establish Fukuzawa as a traditional medical city.

He worked tirelessly and studied diligently for the sake of this city, even personally testing drugs, all in an effort to leave a good impression on everyone.

In order to gain more support, he ceded a large amount of profits, which eventually earned him a lot of support, and he became the chairman.

But once he sat in this position, he found that being the chairman wasn't as comfortable as he had imagined.

He's here to enjoy himself!

His ideal president should be someone who can command the wind and rain, an emperor of Fukuzawa City, whose words carry the weight of law, and an object of everyone's awe and worship.

The blessing he desires should be his own backyard, a place where he can enjoy himself at will.

He is the afterglow of Fukuzawa's past, but he cannot shine into Fukuzawa's present sky. He can only be imprisoned in this small, dilapidated place, and then wait to take the blame for others.
Is that fair?

Thinking about this, the president felt something being awakened.

He can admit his own failures, but he cannot admit such failures.

Fuze has his pride; even if he fails in the end, he will still give his opponent a resounding slap in the face and tell them that even an old dog has a few teeth.

As the president of Fukuzawa, he has an obligation to demonstrate Fukuzawa's power and give the other party a taste of their own medicine.

With that thought in mind, the president knew what he should do.

He patted his pocket and found the injection he used to maintain his muscles was still inside.

He pulled out all the injections, gritted his teeth, found his vein, and inserted all the muscle-strengthening agents.

Feeling the medicine spreading through his body, the president finally smiled.

(End of this chapter)