Navigator: I have a double six-story house

On the second day at Midway, the weather was fine, just like any other day.

Su Qing lay on the recliner in the room, closing her eyes to rest.

Wang Yao squatted to the side, munching on a corncob.

Selena, meanwhile, was typing on the laptop.

"We have news from headquarters."

Su Qing didn't move, and didn't even open her eyes.

"explain."

"The deacon who will replace Luther will arrive in three days, and he will bring what we need."

She paused for a moment.

"Including an invitation."

Upon hearing this, Su Qing suddenly opened her eyes; her younger sister's matter was finally settled.

He sat up. "How much?"

Selena smiled playfully and said, "It's free, this is compensation for the captain."

Su Qing nodded, saying it was what he deserved, and then continued to ask.

"What will Luther do?"

Selena's playful smile faded, and she sighed.

"The specifics will have to wait until the elders' meeting is over, but..."

"It will most likely be saved."

Wang Yao almost dropped the corn in his hand.

"Save him?" He jumped to his feet. "He set us up, and even killed someone on the spot to cover it up. How can something like that be saved?"

"Are those people in charge out of their minds?"

Selena didn't answer, and instead turned her gaze to Su Qing.

Su Qing held up two fingers, her tone flat.

"Two reasons."

"First, the fact that Luther was able to reach the position of deacon at Midway shows that he was capable."

"A capable person will not be easily abandoned in any organization."

Su Qing snatched the corn from Wang Yao's hand and started eating it, since he was hungry 24 hours a day.

"Secondly, he demonstrated loyalty."

Wang Yao was stunned, so much so that he didn't even manage to snatch the corncob back.

"Loyalty? He calls betraying his own people loyalty?"

Su Qing didn't answer the question, but instead glanced at Selena.

To dare to set a trap for the ship carrying the young lady of the Chamber of Commerce for the sake of the people behind him—that takes extraordinary audacity.

Conversely, it is precisely because he dares to do such things that those above him will think that this dog is obedient enough and ruthless enough.

As for who this person is, Su Qing doesn't know yet, and Selena hasn't said either, but he believes that it won't be long before Selena will tell him on her own.

Not urgent.

"Don't think about it." He waved his hand at Wang Yao. "We'll take care of what's our business, and just remember what we can't handle."

Wang Yao nodded and didn't say anything more.

Su Qing lay back down, closed her eyes to relax, and reviewed the incident in her mind.

Luther couldn't be it; he had suspected it all along.

However, Su Qing always felt that there must have been more behind-the-scenes maneuvering for Luther to survive, maneuvering he was unaware of.

As for the reason...

intuition!

He turned over, temporarily suppressing the thought.

Don't think about things you can't imagine; let them surface on their own.

On the other side, at the headquarters of the Wind Breath Merchant Guild.

In a conference room, there was a long table that could seat twelve people.

Today, only seven people sat there.

In the main seat, a middle-aged man with his eyes closed leaned back in his chair, looking as if he were dozing off.

He is Levent Windbreak, the president of the Windbreak Merchant Guild and Selena's father.

A woman was sitting to his right.

She was in her early thirties, with delicate features and a cool, aloof demeanor, dressed in an elegant and well-fitting black suit.

This is Olivia Bell, the vice president of the Windbreak Merchant Guild.

At this moment, her expression was rather unpleasant.

"The toll for the Seventh Channel has increased by 12 percent compared to last month, and the supply depot on Blue Whale Island has completed its expansion and is expected to be operational next month..."

"Exploration of the ore vein at site number 0371 has been completed, with a quality grade of B. Further investment is recommended..."

The report ended quickly, and the people present looked at each other, realizing that today had ended a little too fast.

Because today's report did not include any information about investing in captains.

How many people were invested in, what were the returns, which captains had potential, and which should cut their losses—these have been among the core questions at every meeting in recent years.

Such an important matter was not mentioned at all today.

Adding to this the president's seemingly casual and relaxed demeanor, and the vice president's ashen face,

Everyone perked up, ready to watch a good show.

The president opened his eyes. "Something bad has happened recently."

His tone was relaxed, and he didn't sound like he was about to say anything bad.

"A butler stirred up a fight between two investment captains, causing an investment to go down the drain."

He raised his hand and tapped the table with his index finger.

"I think this butler is a useless piece of trash, wasting the guild's resources. Let's kill him."

No one responded. The people on both sides of the long table lowered their heads, some looking at documents, some staring blankly at the table, and tacitly chose to remain silent.

Then, the vice president spoke up.

"That fight was an accident."

Her voice was calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with her and she was simply stating the facts.

"Luther's actions were unintentional, and there is no conclusive evidence to prove that he deliberately provoked the conflict."

"Moreover, Luther's management skills at Midway were consistently among the best, and this ability should not be overlooked."

She paused for a moment, then continued.

"A minor punishment is enough to serve as a warning. He'll be transferred to post number 0892. Things haven't been very stable there lately, and they need someone capable to handle it."

Those below nearly lost their composure upon hearing this.

0892?

That island is one of the resource islands directly under the vice president's jurisdiction, with stable output and sufficient troops stationed there.

It's said to be "not very stable," but everyone knows that being transferred there is just like continuing to be a butler in a different place, and even having more resources at your disposal than at Midway.

This isn't punishment, it's a promotion!

But no one said a word, and the chairman laughed.

"Just kill them." His tone remained nonchalant. "The Wind Breath Merchant Guild has no shortage of talent."

The vice president did not continue to discuss Luther's issues, but instead followed the president's lead.

"The chairman is right, there are indeed many talented people emerging in the chamber of commerce recently."

She pulled a list from the documents in front of her and read out two names.

"Darian and Kalan, these two have performed exceptionally well in the assessments over the past three quarters, and their abilities are evident to all. They should be promoted to deacons."

She placed the list on the table and gently pushed her finger toward the president.

"I happen to have two island stewards under my command who have applied for a day off, so let these two take over."

Both of these people are on the chairman's side.

The vice president's meaning was clear: I'm protecting Luther, and these two positions are the price to pay.

The president nodded.

"OK."

Then he pulled out a slip of paper from the folder in front of him, on which a name was written.

He threw the note on the table.

"This person is also good, let's arrange it together."

The vice president's eye twitched.

"...The president is right."

Her voice remained unchanged, only her fingertips clenched and unclenched under the table.

"I'll make the arrangements."

The president finally showed a satisfied smile.

"The vice president's punishment plan is reasonable, let's do it this way."

He stood up, the hem of his robe sweeping across the chair.

"Let's call it a day."

The president was the first to leave the meeting room.

Then, the others stood up and filed out silently.

No one whispered to each other, no one made eye contact, and everyone looked straight ahead as they walked out the door, their steps steady.

The meeting room quickly emptied, leaving only the vice president.

She sat there, staring at the note with her name on it on the table, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she stood up, put the note in her pocket, and walked towards the door.

She paused as she passed the chair where the president had sat.

"One Luther for three of my seats." Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself. "What a shrewd calculation."