Zhang Deming was stunned. "You turned the Traveler of the World Exchange Conference into a monkey show for the new disciples?" he asked.
Song Huidong paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Haha... a monkey show... hahaha... Junior Brother Zhang, that metaphor of yours is actually... pretty spot on.
That's right. The higher-ups are treating the reception of those bald donkeys like it's a monkey show. After all, we can't just let them come here year after year to show off their power, can we?
We let the new disciples go have a look and broaden their horizons. If they're unlucky enough to get picked on, it'll teach them a lesson and inspire them to work harder. It's a kind of resource utilization, you see."
Zhang Deming's expression shifted. "With a name like Traveler of the World Exchange Conference, I thought it was going to be some unprecedentedly grand event. But now… you tell me this? Why wasn't any of this in the archives?"
