"Sir, you are the savior of our Furious Fire Bear Race!" Ming Qingyan bowed deeply upon hearing these words, his eyes slightly red with emotion.
In order to sell the Firestone at a reasonable price, only the heavens know how much effort and pressure he and his subordinates endured. In previous years, there were disputes over interests that led to conflicts, leaving him with old injuries that are still unhealed.
But the citizens don't care about this; they only look at the results.
The painstakingly mined Firestone didn't sell at a high price, and without understanding the causes, they simply blamed the City Lord and the stewards for lack of capability, clamoring that if they couldn't do the job, someone else should become City Lord.
But when it actually came to setting up a stage to elect a new City Lord, no one dared to step up to the challenge.
Summing it up in one sentence—it's hard to manage a poor family!
He had to mediate between the various forces;
