Shang Qi's words were like reciting a menu, making Manager Qiang and his followers drool with desire.
What was even more exaggerated was the sound of slurping saliva rising and falling in the air, quite loudly.
Manager Qiang's expression was grim. He touched his bald head, feeling that Shang Qi and his group were making things difficult for him.
He also felt that Shang Qi's group was deliberately mocking him, deliberately showing off.
He did have a survivor base, and his supplies were abundant, but it was impossible for them to live as leisurely and comfortably as Shang Qi's group. The food he ate, which was considered heavenly cuisine by other survivors, were all pre-cooked and vacuum-sealed.
How could they eat fresh, in-season food like Shang Qi's group?
The worst thing for people is comparison.
When not comparing, one could be content and satisfied within their own little world.
But once there's a comparison, and one realizes they are inferior to others, they become unbalanced.
Take Manager Qiang at this moment, his heart was already unbalanced. He looked at Shang Qi and shook his head, "Not at the moment, but as long as you join, I can guarantee you will eat like this in the future."
"Heh." The response to Manager Qiang was Shang Qi's emotionless laugh. After laughing enough, Shang Qi said sternly, "Your wishful thinking is quite good, saying we'll eat like this once we join? Isn't that stating the obvious?"
Everyone understood what Shang Qi meant by this.
Manager Qiang understood it too. Seeing that Shang Qi and his group were not easily fooled, he changed the subject, "Then tell me, how will you join my base and be of service to me?"
Seeing that he couldn't impress Shang Qi and his group with supplies, Manager Qiang stopped tempting them and got straight to the point.
Shang Qi looked at Manager Qiang, who spoke with such authority, and no longer wanted to play games. He said coldly, "Our team is used to freedom. We don't join any base. Please leave."
Manager Qiang was rejected, and his expression changed instantly.
He had already tried to be polite. Since the other party didn't appreciate it, he couldn't be blamed for resorting to force.
Shang Qi only glanced at Manager Qiang and knew what he was about to do. His gaze went past Manager Qiang to a spot not far behind him.
There, Manager Qiang's men and artillery were waiting for the order to attack Shang Qi and his group at any moment.
Shang Qi merely glanced in that direction, then heard a loud 'bang'.
The sudden loud noise startled everyone, and they all looked towards the source of the sound.
It turned out that Manager Qiang's men, whether due to mishandling or some other reason, had opened fire internally, accidentally injuring their own allies.
Manager Qiang inwardly cursed at the sight but did not leave.
His mission was not complete, and he had to complete it before he could leave satisfied.
Meanwhile, Shang Qi, tossing the cleaned sheep leg bone onto the table, said leisurely, "Your cold weapons might be powerful against others, but against us, they are nothing to fear."
"Put away your intentions, otherwise, the fate of your subordinates will be your fate."
As soon as Shang Qi said this, Manager Qiang's heart jolted, and he looked at Shang Qi in disbelief.
He wasn't stupid. If he couldn't figure out how the internal friendly fire happened now, he wouldn't have made it to the position of base leader.
Suppressing his lingering fear, Manager Qiang looked at Shang Qi, and finally gave up, not daring to confront him directly. "We'll meet again."
With these words, Manager Qiang, who had come with high spirits, left in dejection, tails tucked between his legs and slinking away.
It was expected to be a fierce battle, but who knew that with Shang Qi's intervention, everything was resolved without a single soldier being lost.
Gu Shang Se was filled with admiration for Shang Qi.
As for Jiang Jiang and the others, they were wondering how Shang Qi managed to cause Manager Qiang's subordinates to 'fight amongst themselves' from such a great distance.