One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and changed the subject, his tone becoming more pointed: "Oh, by the way, Chairman Zhao, the temporary worker in the North China region is named Feng Baobao, right? This is also the first time I've met a temporary worker in the company. It's hard to say what I think of her—but she seems to be a very cheerful person."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu immediately sat up straight, his back leaving the back of the leather seat.

He adjusted the nose pads of his gold-rimmed glasses, quickly organizing his thoughts before speaking. His tone held a newfound seriousness and candor, as if delivering a detailed report. Every word seemed taken directly from a work report, yet it possessed a touch more humanity and a tactful explanation on behalf of his subordinates: "Director Zhuge, I need to give you a detailed report on the temporary worker group. The temporary workers under the seven regional heads across the country each have their own unique characteristics and outstanding abilities. When dealing with some extremely vicious extremists, conventional methods are often insufficient, necessitating the adoption of more forceful measures."

However, most people in the world of supernatural beings don't have a very high level of ideological awareness—in their own words, they crave freedom. There's a saying that perfectly describes this mentality: "If a man doesn't look out for himself, heaven and earth will punish him." That's it.

He slowed his speech slightly, as if giving Zhuge Ming time to process it, and then continued, his tone carrying an added layer of explanation and helplessness: "In order to deal with these extreme situations, our company has no choice but to recruit some special personnel with outstanding abilities who cannot go through normal procedures, collectively known as temporary workers."

Their relationship with the company is complementary, much like contract-based outsourcing staff. They have no formal employment status, do not participate in the division of labor within the management team, but are directly responsible to directors at the vice president level or above. Uncontrollable factors certainly exist.

Take, for example, Feng Baobao, a temporary worker under Comrade Xu Si's name—they were like family, but Comrade Feng Baobao had some personality flaws. To put it simply, she was stubborn; once she made up her mind, nothing could change it. Sometimes even Comrade Xu Si himself couldn't stop her. For instance, this unauthorized action was purely a personal act; Comrade Xu Si was completely unaware of it beforehand, and afterwards he was very distressed and remorseful.

Zhuge Ming listened quietly to Zhao Fangxu's entire report, his expression unchanged, only nodding slightly.

He mentally added another point to Zhao Fangxu's score—this fat Zhao was indeed a good leader. Even though it was one of his own people who made a mistake, he took the blame on the system and the temporary worker's personality when reporting, leaving his subordinates plenty of face and leeway.

Xu Si is Zhao Fangxu's man. Zhao Fangxu is protective of his own, but he does so in a reasonable and justifiable way, leaving no room for criticism.

Zhuge Ming could see it, but he didn't point it out.

"I understand."

When Zhuge Ming spoke, his tone was calm and pragmatic. He didn't press for answers or blame anyone, but went straight to the next steps in the work plan: "Here's what we'll do. Our company needs to change some of our past practices. We should trust our comrades, especially regarding discipline."

Of course, there's also the issue of related compensation—temporary workers have done work for the company, so they should have corresponding benefits. I will consult with the leadership. We need to make some reforms, and then we will convene a special work meeting in Jiangxi Province, the East China region, for all responsible persons and temporary workers. We will address problems as they arise and difficulties as they arise, preparing for future work.

He turned to look at Zhao Fangxu, a gentle smile on his lips. He spoke the last sentence softly and slowly, but with great weight: "Chairman Zhao, in short—report any difficulties to the organization."

Zhao Fangxu nodded earnestly and solemnly. His hands, resting on his knees, tightened slightly, as if pressing these words into his heart. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but every word conveyed solemnity and determination: "I will definitely convey Director Zhuge's spirit to everyone, ensuring that all regional leaders study it carefully. Including myself—every Party member must understand it thoroughly."

Zhuge Ming turned his gaze back to the road surface outside the windshield.

He paused for a moment, then spoke, his tone carrying a hint of summary and assessment, but still maintaining his calm and unhurried manner: "This work went very smoothly, even beyond expectations. It was somewhat of a lucky accident—we originally came just to ask for people, but unexpectedly we also got Feng Zhenghao's job sorted out and gained a preliminary understanding of the temporary workers' basic situation. Let's leave the issue of responsibility aside. Of course, there will be no praise."

He turned to look at Zhao Fangxu, a hint of instructions creeping into his smile. Every word was clear and precise, as if he were drawing a detailed work flowchart: "Since this is Comrade Xu Si's area of ​​responsibility, he will handle the aftermath. One thing—keep things in check. We need to appease Feng Zhenghao, but also give him a proper warning. Our policy is to support socialist builders like him, but not to let them run rampant. This incident with Feng Shayan can serve as a reminder, letting him know where the company's bottom line lies. As for how to strike the right balance, you and Comrade Xu Si can discuss it."

Zhao Fangxu understood immediately upon hearing this.

Zhuge Ming was drawing a line for Xu Si—not to make him destroy Feng Shayan, but to use this incident as leverage to pry Feng Zhenghao, so that Feng Zhenghao would feel pressure without feeling targeted.

The smartest approach would be to exploit the conflict between Feng Shayan and Zhang Chulan—it's obvious to everyone that Zhang Chulan was lured into a fight, which led to his violent outburst and the tearing of the roof off Feng Shayan's office.

Using this as a pretext to give Feng Zhenghao a warning, to let him know that there are consequences for not managing his subordinates properly, and even to make him suffer losses, would be a reasonable course of action.

When he spoke, his tone carried a clear trust and affirmation of his subordinate's abilities: "I understand. Director Zhuge, rest assured, Comrade Xu Si's work ability is outstanding; I can vouch for that. He has experience and a good sense in handling these kinds of matters."

After listening, Zhuge Ming suddenly smiled.

That smile was more relaxed and genuine than any of the previous smiles, with a hint of half-joking banter, as if chatting casually with an old partner.

He leaned back in his leather chair, crossed his legs, and said in a casual tone, "I believe what Chairman Zhao said. Judging from Comrade Xu Si's actions, he is definitely a disciplined and good comrade—he was stopped at the company's gate by security guards but didn't force his way in. As an extraordinary person and the head of the North China region, his adherence to principles is commendable. If it were someone else, they might have already climbed over the wall. Right?"

Zhao Fangxu smiled upon hearing this.

After he chuckled twice, his expression suddenly became hesitant, as if he were making a request that was not easy to make.