Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 774: Chapter 313: Let’s Grow Stronger Together and Achieve Greater Glory

"Have all those people been settled?"

"Yes."

Wei Banmeng nodded and quickly recounted what happened earlier, emphasizing the terrible mental state of those women.

After listening, Fang Qingyu subtly furrowed his brows.

He looked at Yan Lin, who was still maintaining the appearance of "Fang Qingyu," and spoke with a barely detectable hint of fatigue:

"Find a time to send them away."

Leave this City of Injustice, which is like a giant prison cage.

Return to the sunlight.

That seems to be the best destiny.

But Yan Lin gently shook her head at these words.

Her voice rang out, carrying a calmness that understood the ways of the world:

"Sure, there’s no problem sending them away. But the reason for their low spirits, I’m afraid... is not just because they’re in this city."

This left everyone present stunned.

Qi Hao couldn’t help but ask, "What does President Yan mean? Do they not want to leave?"

Lv Chen also furrowed his brows tightly.

After going through such hell, how could they not want to leave?

Yan Lin’s gaze swept over the puzzled faces of the crowd.

"To the outside world... legally, and in the eyes of their family and friends, they are already dead."

"The Lingxiao Association, or rather the gangs that trafficked them, operate very meticulously. Their disappearances inevitably come with carefully planned accidents, like car crashes, drowning, or even fires... The chain of evidence is so complete that the outside world believes they are deceased."

"Think about it." Yan Lin’s voice (in the form of Fang Qingyu) was calm, yet it hit everyone like a bell, "When they are rescued and leave here, stepping back onto the land of the Federation, what identity should they use to continue living?"

"Tell everyone they’re not dead, that they were kidnapped to the City of Injustice, endured inhuman torture, and their bodies are no longer clean?"

"Or create a lie, say they have amnesia? Or that they were saved by some mountain folk and lived isolated for years?"

"No matter which they choose, they’ll face the shock, sympathy, pity, or even unusual looks from their family and friends, the invisible pressure of social opinion, and the complete collapse of their previous social circles."

"Can they... really return to their previous lives?"

"Are they... still themselves?"

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the occasional shouts of gang members from outside could be faintly heard.

Qi Hao opened his mouth to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Lv Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

On Wei Banmeng’s otherwise cool and detached face, a trace of bewilderment appeared.

Indeed...

Leaving hell does not mean returning to heaven.

What they lost...

Was not just freedom and dignity.

But all the connections to their past selves.

They have become rootless duckweed.

With nowhere to go.

No one to rely on.

The immense confusion and despair are likely more suffocating than the underground prison.

Fang Qingyu remained silent.

In the depths of Melted Gold’s vertical pupils, complex emotions surged.

He thought of those empty eyes and the figure trembling while hugging their knees in the corner of the grotto.

He believed that destroying the prison cage and leading them away was redemption.

But now it seems...

This redemption is so pale.

"So... what do we do now?"

Qi Hao’s voice carried a tinge of dry helplessness.

We can’t keep them hidden in the safe house forever.

Yan Lin looked at the silent Fang Qingyu.

"Let’s do this."

She began to speak, her voice imbued with a practical calm.

"Those willing to go, I’ll arrange it. Give them a plausible identity for rebirth, provide a settlement fund, and try to help them start a new life far from their past. Though difficult, it’s a path."

She paused, then shifted her tone.

"As for those unwilling to go, or truly with nowhere to turn..."

Her gaze swept over Fang Qingyu.

"We can keep them here."

"Let them work for us."

"Work for us?"

Fang Qingyu finally spoke, his voice somewhat low.

"Yes." Yan Lin nodded, her tone becoming serious, "Don’t forget what your goal was in coming to the City of Injustice. The Celestial Punishment Association entrenched in the Inner City has deep-rooted power. Overthrowing them is not something we can achieve just by fighting with our few numbers."

"We need foundations, we need power, we need funds and supplies, we need an intelligence network, we need each aspect to support the operation of a huge organization!"

Her fingers unconsciously tapped on the table.

"If you really plan to govern the entire City of Injustice, talent in commerce is absolutely indispensable. Do you expect transcendents to handle accounting, manage industries, and run the daily affairs of a gang for you?"

"These women, they come from the outside world, have received different educations, and have different social experiences. They may not understand Martial Arts, but there may yet be talent among them, at the very least, they can be trusted."

"Give them a job, a reliance, a place where they can stand up again and regain some dignity and value. This, perhaps, is what they need most right now."

"Train them, let them integrate into our future industrial system."

"They will become the most reliable logistical force."

"Having such a group of people at hand will be of immense benefit and not one drawback to our future control of the City of Injustice’s commercial lifeblood."

Yan Lin’s words were clear and logical, outlining the pros and cons.

She considered both the real plight and potential value of those women.

And precisely addressed the significant shortfall currently faced by the Cyan Dragon Gang in its development.

The lack of reliable talent with foundational governance skills.

Fang Qingyu listened quietly.

After she finished, he was silent for a few seconds.