Sir! Don't close the net!

"Okay, okay, okay—" Seeing that Li Yili had confirmed her acceptance, Qiao Yi quickly nodded.

It's just money. The Fire Spirits are the largest steel mill in Instars, and the Flame Spirits are the fourth largest department in the world. How could a little black goat's cub bankrupt them?

“These are all elites among the fire elves. You can choose one to stay at the Sheep Village Logistics Building. If you need anything, just tell him,” Joey, eager to return and report this good news to Josephine, stepped aside and raised his hand to the fire elf cloud members.

"This one~"

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly, tilted her chin, and scrutinized the several Flame Elf Cloud Clan members in front of her, whose faces practically screamed "elite." Finally, her gaze settled on a mature woman with dark red hair, a monocle over her right eye, dressed in a black suit and a tight skirt, who looked quite capable.

"Let's choose her."

Chapter Ten: Miss Alma's Great Crisis

Alma, holding the documents in her hands, looked down at the back of Li Yili's head as she sat in a leather executive chair playing with wood. The monocle in her right eye reflected the light. She remained silent, like a tranquil painting.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon shattered.

"Miss Alma, why do you think I chose you as my secretary to stay at the Sheep Village Logistics Building?"

Li Yili held the wooden strip and swayed it from side to side.

Alma let out a soft breath and replied calmly, "Work ability."

“What kind of work ability does a job that only requires nodding and paying money need?” Li Yili held the wooden stick, turned the chair, and smiled brightly at Alma. “Miss Alma, I chose you for only one reason: you are very pleasing to the eye. Just looking at you every day will probably make me happy.”

Alma's cheek twitched. "Sheep Village Logistics has not yet taken root in Instas and needs someone who knows Instas very well to negotiate with them."

“Hmm—they’ll come up and negotiate on their own soon,” Li Yili said, shaking the wooden stick in her hand. “You should indeed be humble when doing business, but you should never bend down when it comes to determining your position.”

Alma frowned slightly and couldn't help but speak up with concern, "Minister Li Yili, I need to remind you that Instas is the largest port in the Nibelungen, a melting pot of all sorts of people. Those who can gain a foothold in Instas are no ordinary individuals. They don't need Sheep Village Logistics, but Sheep Village Logistics needs their patronage to gain a foothold in Instas. I suggest you don't let some good luck cloud your judgment."

Alma paused, her smile becoming natural and confident, and she slightly raised her chin.

"If you need, I can help you book appointments with those wealthy people who have influence in Instas."

Li Yili chuckled after looking Alma up and down with the wooden stick, shook her head, turned back, and continued fiddling with the wood. This made Alma blush on the spot. If Li Yili had mocked her, she could have accepted it. As an elite, she had seen more idiots who lacked even the most basic judgment.

But Li Yili's current attitude is like that of someone who has heard a child's unrealistic and naive statement, finding it funny and interesting, and having no intention of correcting it.

El felt humiliated.

Alma took a deep breath, quickly moved to the opposite side of Li Yili, put the documents aside, raised her hand and slammed it heavily on the table, and lowered her body.

"Minister Li Yili seems to have her own opinion."

“Hmm,” Li Yili shrugged.

"Minister Li Yili, you wouldn't mind clearing up my doubts, would you?" Elma's forehead veins bulged. She knew very well that if she didn't solve the problem now, she would definitely be led by the nose by Li Yili later.

“They’re just a bunch of local bullies,” Li Yili said, holding up a wooden stick and waving it back and forth with her index finger on the top of the stick.

That's it?

Alma was dumbfounded. Judging from the attitude of Al and the others, she already thought that Al's boss, Li Yili, was an arrogant fool. But she did not expect that Li Yili would be so stupid!

Brother! You're the logistics company for Guoweidun, not Hagen!

“Otherwise?” Li Yili raised her hand and waved it. “Miss Alma, if you’re bored, you can dance a striptease for me here. If you dance well, I can install a steel pipe for you here.”

Alma's elbow buckled, and she nearly bumped her head on Li Yili's desk.

"I'm going to check on how everyone else is working and also buy some essential work supplies."

Alma suppressed her anger, turned around, and strode away, the crisp sound of her high heels hitting the ground filled with impatience.

"Bye~"

Li Yili raised her hand and waved at Alma, then put her hands behind her head and put her feet on the table.

"Building a temple in a sea of ​​dead people..."

First of all, it is certain that this project is absolutely impossible to complete. If there were even a one percent chance of it being completed, the Flame Elf would not have handed it over so readily.

“Trying to pass this hot potato to the black goat’s cub? I’m not surprised at all now,” Li Yili grinned.

Not long ago, there was an incident where Yeropon and other departments treated the black goat calves as if they were nothing more than discarded, dumping all their unusable contaminants at Guoweiton in an attempt to squeeze the last bit of value out of the black goat calves. It wouldn't be surprising if this happened again.

Although the black goat's offspring survived the crisis, Guo Weiton was gone, and the departments that survived did indeed achieve their goal of dealing with the pollutants that had to be constantly covered up.

We must accept this hot potato, but we absolutely cannot let the fire elf get what she wants.

"Even if the fire elves have to sell everything they own, they'll still make sure the black goat's cubs have enough money for their mission... right?"

Li Yili's lips curled up slightly, she raised her hand and patted the bell beside her, then began to slowly assemble the wooden parts in her hands.

The crisp ringing of bells echoed downwards, and soon, Alma appeared before Li Yili, panting heavily.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with? I was only gone less than three minutes ago! I haven't even gotten downstairs yet!"

"Miss Alma, please don't rush. Do you remember your job?"

Li Yili slowly and deliberately assembled the wooden parts in her hands.

"My job isn't something you can play around with!"

“Hmph~ It seems Miss Alma’s loyalty to the fire elves is questionable,” Li Yili raised her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Didn’t Vice Minister Joey promise that no matter what I ask for, he will do his best without complaint?”

Alma's pupils contracted slightly, but she didn't show any surprise. Her expression remained natural. She crossed her arms and raised her head forcefully. "Minister Li Yili doesn't seem to have a clear understanding of her own position. If this project isn't completed, forget about using this building, you won't even be able to stay at Instas!"

“That’s not something you need to worry about,” Li Yili said, raising her little finger and waving it from side to side. “Miss Alma, please have the fire elf send over two hundred thousand gold coins.”

"Two hundred thousand...cough—"

Alma coughed loudly, her face full of strange expressions.

What are you going to do?

“Ha… My only request was not to ask why. Miss Alma, it seems your memory isn’t very good,” Li Yili shook her head helplessly and pointed to Alma’s pencil skirt. “How about this, Miss Alma, if you’re willing to cut off one centimeter of your pencil skirt, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”

Alma's lips twitched violently, her eyes flickered, and after struggling for a while, she nodded.

"OK--"

Two hundred thousand gold coins is a small sum for the Fire Elf of Instars' largest steel mill, but it is still a huge amount of money. Shortening the skirt by one centimeter will show you how worthwhile the two hundred thousand is.

"Go throw money around in the street."

Miss Alma felt that she

I'm an idiot.

Chapter Eleven: You Want to Pick Me Up?

Alma's first thought after calming down was that Li Yili wanted to seduce her.

Alma is very confident in her appearance, figure, and temperament, while Li Yili is clearly the kind of person with extremely low emotional intelligence who mistakes good luck for her own ability and is unrealistically arrogant.

"Minister Li Yili, you don't actually think girls would like this kind of thing from you, do you?" Alma crossed her arms and looked down at Li Yili, who was almost finished assembling the parts, with a cold smile.

"Let me make this clear first: no girl will like this! If you're trying to woo me this way, I suggest you give up. Your behavior is nothing but pointless workplace harassment! And if you're trying to make me admire you with your extravagant lifestyle, I think you should just give up!"

"Huh?" Li Yili looked puzzled. "Miss Alma, aren't you 27? Are you still considered a girl at 27?"

Critical Hit -

Alma clutched her heart and staggered back several steps.

"As long as she hasn't gotten married yet..."

“Ha… Although I don’t know if Miss Alma has misunderstood something, I have no reason to explain the purpose behind my actions to you,” Li Yili fiddled with the hand-cranked money-scattering gun in her hand before pointing it at Alma. “All you need to do is have the fire elf deliver two hundred thousand gold coins, and hand me the bundles of gold coins when I’m scattering them. Oh, and remember to cut your skirt by one centimeter. I’ll measure it with a ruler tomorrow.”

Alma took a deep breath and retorted with a forced smile, "That's assuming you actually do something that stupid in the city center. If you can really do that, I'll... reduce it by two centimeters."

Alma wanted to shout that she would just not wear a skirt suit, but she calmly left herself some room to maneuver.

"Okay—go ahead and pay the money. Oh, and remember to call me the most expensive carriage in all of Instas."

"it is good--"

Alma gritted her teeth, took the document, and turned to leave.

Just then, El and the others who came up glanced curiously at the aggressive Elma, and then at Li Yili who was fiddling with the money-spraying gun. They instantly understood everything, and put their hands behind their backs, sighing with emotion as if they were old masters who had seen everything and were seeing young people making the same mistakes they had made in the past.

They understood Alma's expression all too well; they had always felt that way.

"When do you think Miss Alma will be able to understand?" Abu Jean turned his head and glanced curiously at Alma's back.

“Let’s wait for the results to be presented to her,” El, who was walking at the front, smiled calmly. “Don’t try to understand any of Minister Li Yili’s actions. We just need to trust her.”

“That’s right!” Abu Jean thought for a moment and then nodded vigorously.

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"Two hundred thousand gold coins right off the bat? And the best carriage too...and then...scattering money in the streets?"

Joey stared at Alma across from him in disbelief.

“Yes,” Alma said, barely suppressing her anger, “Deputy Minister, is the new minister, who is the cub of that black goat, really the mastermind behind the séance? I find it hard to understand.”

"What are you thinking? That's just pure luck," Joey waved her hand dismissively.

“Vice Minister, my idea is to refuse the unreasonable demands of the Black Goat’s Young Minister,” Alma took a deep breath. “Even if two hundred thousand gold coins is just a small sum for the Fire Elf Steelworks, we have no reason to waste money on his nonsense.”

Joey frowned. "Why do you think Li Yili would do this?"

"I think he wants to date me."

"..."

Joey's silence made Alma almost unable to hold back.

After a long while, Joey finally spoke with a subtle expression, "Alma, you're a bit... um, I understand what you mean, there is indeed a possibility in that regard."

Alma's eye twitched violently, but she held it in.

"But that's precisely why we can't refuse his request! Not only can we not refuse, but we must fulfill his request as quickly as possible!" Joey stood up, raised his hand and waved it forcefully, "Give him two hundred thousand gold coins and prepare the best carriage for him!"

"Huh?" Alma's eyes widened.

“Alma, the problem absolutely cannot be caused by the fire elf; the responsibility can only lie with the black goat's cub,” Joey's eyes narrowed slightly. “This unreasonable demand is just right!”

Alma opened her mouth; she understood what Joey, and Josephine behind Joey, meant.

“I understand,” Alma said, lowering her head with a displeased expression.

"Oh, and also, you said that Li Yili did this to woo you. I don't know if it's true or not, but you should give him a little reward and try to get him to do more stupid things like this. Of course... if he doesn't succeed, it's not your fault. People always have some strange misunderstandings because they lack something."

After saying that, Joey turned around, put his hands behind his back, and sighed deeply.