Chapter 143: Roadshow Mobilization Order: Our Goal Was the Sea of Stars!

The divine sense transmission from the golden-robed envoy, filled with warning and disdain, still echoed in Chu Feng’s mind.

However, the group of top executives of the Ascension Group had already completely sunk into another kind of emotional abyss.

Inside the core conference room, there was dead silence.

That star map of the mortal realm, casually displayed and then casually dispersed by the golden-robed envoy, was like an invisible brand, deeply seared into the divine souls of everyone present.

“Third-rate, bottom-tier… not even qualified for a rating…”

Financial Elder Liu Changqing slumped lifelessly in his chair, muttering to himself. The financial reports he once took pride in—reports that had allowed the Group to rake in spirit stones daily—seemed at this moment no different from a pile of waste paper.

“So it turns out… we were just frogs at the bottom of a well…”

Public Relations Director Wang Xuanfu wore a bitter expression.

He had only just been smug over the Group’s single battle to fame, shaking the Eastern Wasteland, yet reality had ruthlessly slapped him in the face.

That so-called “shaking the Eastern Wasteland” was nothing more than lighting a lamp in the village latrine—courting death (and filth).

Even the usually fanatical Zhao Wuji had wilted at this moment.

In the little notebook in his hand, the “Golden-Robed Envoy’s Show-off Quotations” he had just written down now looked glaringly ironic.

That set of “corporate culture” he prided himself on also seemed to have become a joke in the face of absolute, crushing power.

The one who suffered the greatest blow was none other than True Lord Xuantian.

As the Nascent Soul Ancestor of Qingyun Sect and a top-tier existence in the Eastern Wasteland, he naturally knew how vast this world was, and he also knew of the existence of the “Falling Sun Sacred Sect.”

However, having cultivated long-term in the Eastern Wasteland and never traveled to other domains, he had always carried a subconscious sense of being a chess player within the Eastern Wasteland.

Yet today, under the other party’s “guidance,” he realized that his cultivation did not even count as a chess piece—at best, it was a speck of dust on the chessboard.

With a single breath blown, he would be gone.

This enormous sense of loss from falling down from the clouds almost caused his just-stabilized Dao Heart to collapse again.

“It’s over… it’s completely over…”

True Lord Xuantian’s face was ashen.

“Falling Sun Sacred Sect… that is an existence that sets the rules!”

“Our meager assets, in their eyes, probably aren’t even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth…”

Despair, like a plague, rapidly spread throughout the conference room.

Just as this suffocating atmosphere was about to reach its peak—

“Pa!”

A crisp sound of a palm striking the table jolted everyone’s minds back.

The crowd looked up in shock, only to see that Chu Feng had somehow already walked to the front of the enormous Eastern Wasteland map that the Group had drawn itself.

There was not the slightest trace of fear or dejection on his face. Instead, it brimmed with an unprecedented, almost greedy excitement!

“Country bumpkins? Backwater?”

Chu Feng bared his teeth in a grin, revealing a row of white teeth. That smile, in everyone’s eyes, was even more dazzling than that of the golden-robed envoy.

“Everyone, did you really not understand? How is this a warning? This is clearly praise!”

Praise?

Everyone was stunned, suspecting that the President had been scared silly.

“A trash sect from a third-rate bottom-tier region that doesn’t even qualify for a rating, yet in just a few months, it wiped out an entire army of a second-rate power, Heavenheart Holy Land.”

“It made the young miss of the first-rate Feng Family voluntarily sign a contract selling herself, and even forced a super first-rate power like the Falling Sun Sacred Sect to personally send someone to issue an ‘Observation Notice.’”

Chu Feng’s voice rang out sonorously through the conference room:

“What does this mean?!”

He gave them no time to think, answering his own question in an impassioned tone:

“It means our business model was a success! It was disruptive! It possessed infinite potential!”

“The Falling Sun Sacred Sect didn’t come to judge us. They are ‘top-tier venture capital’! They are the Wall Street giants!”

“They smelled the scent of profit and saw the terrifying growth potential of us, this ‘startup unicorn,’ so they sent someone to deliver us a ‘roadshow invitation’!”

Chu Feng picked up a vermilion brush, turned around, and heavily drew a circle on that vast star map of the mortal realm they had just seized.

“That so-called Dao Discussion Assembly—was it a stage for geniuses? No!”

“That was our ‘main-board IPO roadshow’! It was a golden opportunity to showcase the Ascension Group’s ‘muscles’ and ‘PPT’ to all ‘investors’ across the entire mortal realm!”

His words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving apart the dark clouds called “fear” in everyone’s hearts.

That’s right!

Why did they only see crisis, while the President saw opportunity?

True Lord Xuantian and the others exchanged looks, realizing that their thinking had once again been dragged by Chu Feng to a height they had never imagined.

“But… President,”

Wu Hao, as Chief Operating Officer, remained relatively rational. He swallowed and asked cautiously,

“Even if we are a ‘unicorn,’ our strength… compared to those prodigies of first-rate and super first-rate powers, the gap is still too large.”

“This roadshow—what if… it flops?”

“Good question!”

Chu Feng snapped his fingers and looked at Wu Hao with approval.

He suddenly reined in his smile, his expression turning solemn.

“Precisely because we are weak, that is why we must go!”

Chu Feng’s gaze swept across everyone present.

“Our current situation is like a three-year-old child carrying a peerless treasure through a bustling market!”

“Our ‘business model’ is that treasure!”

“If we hole up in the Eastern Wasteland, do you think the Falling Sun Sacred Sect will let us go?”

“No! They would only wait for us to polish the model until it matured, then come straight over and ‘force an acquisition,’ swallowing us whole, people and bones alike!”

“Rather than waiting to die, we should strike proactively!”

Chu Feng picked up the vermilion brush again and, brimming with heroic spirit, drew circle after circle on the vast star map of the mortal realm.

“The Eastern Wasteland is our ‘angel round’ base!”

“It’s too small and can no longer contain our ambition!”

“Now, we are taking our project to the central regions of the mortal realm, to that place called ‘Falling Sun Sacred City,’ to kick off our Series A, Series B, and even Series C financing!”

“Our short-term goal is to make a stunning debut at this Dao Discussion Assembly!”

“To use our one-of-a-kind products and model to blind everyone’s damn eyes!”

“To let them know that cultivation isn’t only about fighting and killing, but also about ‘win-win cooperation’!”

“Our long-term goal…”

Chu Feng’s brush tip finally landed on the most central point of the star map, on that sun-like, resplendent light cluster that represented the Falling Sun Sacred Sect.

“…is to open Ascension Group ‘franchise stores’ in every corner of the mortal realm!”

“And in the end, to turn the Falling Sun Sacred Sect itself into our ‘strategic cooperation partner’!”

Boom!

Every executive’s mind completely exploded!

Acquire the entire mortal realm!

Turn the Falling Sun Sacred Sect into a partner!

What exactly was this man thinking?!

Did his ambition truly have no boundaries?!

Fear, confusion, unease… at this moment, were replaced by an even hotter, even crazier emotion!

That was ambition!

“Family Members! From today onward, the Group enters the highest wartime state!”

Chu Feng threw away the vermilion brush and raised his arms, shouting loudly,

“For this ‘main-board IPO roadshow’ that concerns the Group’s survival, all departments—crank efficiency to the maximum for me!”

He suddenly turned around, his blazing gaze landing on Leng Yanran and Murong Xue standing side by side.

“CPO, CRO, the two of you, as the Group’s core executives, have the most important tasks!”

“Leng Yanran!”

Chu Feng’s voice grew solemn.

“I need you, within three months, to use all the resources of the ‘Ten Thousand Souls Cavern Divine Kingdom’ to develop for me a product… that can shock the entire mortal realm!”

“Murong Xue!”

He looked toward the other beauty.

“I need you as well, within three months, to compile for me a detailed analysis report on all the ‘competing products’ at this Dao Discussion Assembly!”

Two tasks that were inconceivable, bordering on sheer fantasy, were thus assigned by him with effortless nonchalance.

After a brief moment of dead silence, the entire conference room erupted with earth-shaking roars!

“For the Group!!”

“Go public! Go public!!”

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