"But the leader!" Crow said still hesitantly: "Why should one of our people fight eight of us?"

"Because of Tai Sui's immortality!" Qian Chen gave a very convincing answer.

"But...according to the experience of my subordinates, most of the people we recruit are usually illiterate farmers. It would be good if one out of ten can be used. Moreover, people's hearts are delicate, and so many people are suddenly included in the sect.

Chaos, how can we attract people and expand at the same time?”

"This depends on your effective management and the leader's cultural construction within the church!"

Qian Chen nodded, someone finally got to the point.

"Management is to implement the spirit from top to bottom..."

Qian Chen smiled and said: "You are the ones closest to my leader and the ones who can best experience the culture within the church that my leader has vigorously built. Come, I will give you special training!"

As Qian Chen's unrivaled determination followed Hei Taisui, he poured it into everyone's bodies.

Every tentacle of Tai Sui mycelium is wailing...

From the nine holes and seven orifices of the eight deacons, countless sticky black hyphae protruded out like tentacles, with the ends spread out desperately, just like a person who fell into a cliff stretched out his right hand, with his five fingers spread out, feebly reaching out.

Sky!
Chapter completed!