In the conference room, Jiu Jin drank his tea, feeling quite pleased with himself.
He had no real intention of recruiting the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps.
This did not align with his interests.
Although he promised Master Hua Ni to recruit the survivors, from beginning to end, he merely intended to go through the motions.
Because this matter was troublesome.
First, it required him to rack his brains to negotiate with the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps. Secondly, the agreed terms could very likely be criticized by the Alchemy Guild's higher-ups.
Therefore, instead of expending effort and taking risks, it was better to directly pressure the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps into refusing recruitment.
Once Zi Di refused, he could righteously organize manpower, conduct large-scale production of Magic Potions, and then flood the market.
During this time, he would have plenty of time and numerous opportunities to maneuver and reap benefits.
"Seems like my luck has come."
