Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 9 Cooperation
"What are you going to do?"

Morris looked at the still-childish red dragon in front of him, his heart was filled with turmoil, but he did put on a smile.

It seemed he quite approved of the Red Dragon's proposal.

In fact, as a seasoned businessman, and one of the few in this park who would argue fiercely with those druids over money, he was already exhausted.

It would be best if this little guy had a complete plan that could truly move him; otherwise, maintaining the status quo would be fine.

Didn't he say it himself before? Ordinary people should focus on real life, like now, like this Emerald Leaf Rare Animal Park itself.

He felt that his current life was pretty good and there was no need for so many changes.

As Honglong himself said, he and he were just small people, and small people don't need to care about so much.

Loren knew that whether he could stay or not depended on his performance going forward.

For the first time in a long time, Loren's heart started pounding with nervousness, or perhaps excitement.

In the twenty years he's been a dragon, he's rarely used language as a weapon anymore; magic and dragon claws are far more effective.

If it were him in his past life, that salesman who used to deal with all sorts of clients, he would be talking at length about his company's long history, rich experience, and talent pool—basically, he would be exaggerating to the point of being a braggart, since bragging doesn't cost anything.

Fortunately, Loren knew that if he did that, he would ruin the job.

Putting aside the terrible reputation of dragons in this world, and the fact that I've just turned twenty, which is considered an underage age among dragons, let's just talk about the whole incident.

In the end, isn't it just a healthy red dragon trying to freeload at the zoo and make a news story?
No matter how eloquent the words, how rosy the prospects described, or how much contribution it can make to society, ultimately...

Even if you want to freeload off the venue, you're just shamelessly trying to coast along, eat, and get paid!
Facts always speak louder than words.

There's no place or time where you can ignore the facts, especially when the facts involve money.

Whether in his past life as a human or in his present life as a red dragon, Loren has always held two seemingly contradictory views.

Firstly, words have enormous power; they can influence and even change the course of many things.

Secondly, people cannot be persuaded.

People are willing to believe what you say and listen to you because they are subconsciously inclined to your views; they believe in themselves.

And you, you just brought out their true selves!
"I don't do anything."

Faced with Morris's questioning, Loren shrugged and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.

Morris was taken aback, as if he hadn't yet recovered from Loren's grand vision, or perhaps he was surprised by the Red Dragon's current "retreat".

Then, the red dragon spoke again.
"I am just a stone thrown into the pond, responsible for creating the initial ripples."

"It is you who need to do the work, how to turn the ripples into a storm that sweeps across the world, and how to change the status quo. It is you, not me."

"How to attract more tourists, how to transform them into a positive industrial cycle, how to build an industry ecosystem, and how to promote them so that all zoos have a smooth road ahead are your concerns."

"It's not mine."

"I'm just a little red dragon who wants to coast along." "Just as you really think, greedy, cunning, a habitual liar, and willing to say anything for a comfortable life."

As he spoke, Loren chuckled to himself, as if he wasn't quite used to this sincere act.

"The only thing I can guarantee is that I will cooperate with you as much as possible to get this done."

He knew very well that he couldn't persuade the other party, so he decided to self-destruct.

Lay out everything that can be made public; the other party isn't a fool who can't figure things out.

By exploiting stereotypes about dragons, a contrasting reaction is created, adding falsehood upon falsehood, and information upon information, allowing things to unfold naturally.

Morris remained silent for a long time.

Looking at the young man slumped in the chair, he felt a deep sense of awe at the potential of the younger generation. At the same time, a trace of desire for achievement, which seemed to have died long ago, seemed to resurface.

Yes, the little brat in front of me is different from the other dragons.

Although he was intelligent, cunning, and naive, he possessed a genuine respect within him.

This sincerity was perhaps something he himself didn't even realize.

He did not carry the arrogance of a superior race, nor did he presumptuously use his wisdom to add unnecessary complications; he always regarded the wisdom and power of others as being on the same level as his own.

“Maurice, Maurice Aslant, Mr. Loren, let’s discuss the specifics of the contract.”

Morris pushed up his glasses and held out a hand to Loren.

Finally, after a long silence and tension, Loren heard what he wanted to hear: he had won the battle!
"Have you enjoyed working together?"

"Happy cooperation!"

What followed was a lengthy negotiation process regarding the specific contract details.

In this segment, it became Morris's show, while Loren was only responsible for making requests.

As a professional business operator, the other party made progress smoothly despite both sides being open and honest. However, on some specific issues and interests, neither side was willing to compromise.

“I have no problem with the employee contract. Entering the company as a smart plant employee and a Honglong ecological demonstrator can indeed avoid a lot of disputes.”

"But isn't a three-month contract a bit too short? You know, I'm a dragon, and three months will pass in the blink of an eye for me. What if I fall into a deep sleep because of my physical transformation, and when I wake up, I find that I haven't renewed my contract, and other dragons have offered me lower prices, causing you to fire me, the pioneer?"

“I think we can sign a long-term contract first to show mutual trust. Also, since we are signing an employee contract, the time after get off work should belong to me, right? Should we stipulate the specific working hours?”

Loren had not forgotten the immediate reason he had come here:
Starting next month, the Dragon Clan will be removed from the Level 2 protected teams, subsidies will be canceled, and penalty exemptions will be reset to zero.

What if they lower the price if the contract is only for three months and new policies are introduced later?
Also, what if this gimmick doesn't work well?
Loren always remembered that his previous eloquent speech was nothing more than a pie in the sky, offered to a lukewarm boss as a commodity.

All he needs is a job where he can slack off during the workday and have enough free time after get off work to supplement his income, allowing him to have more stable financial resources to invest in the future and pursue that identity that seems both close and far away.
Ancient dragon.

(End of this chapter)