Su Mo sat at the bar, holding a cocktail made by the bartender, chatting about everyday matters with Sikinkov and the others, while Dress occasionally showcased his racial talent by performing high-level rap, earning rounds of applause.
Everyone was unleashing their inner passion, imrsed in music and joy, thoroughly enjoying this wild night.
After a few rounds of drinks, the two interdiaries, both busy people, took their leave as Haywood needed to go back to take care of his grandson, and Sikinkov had business to attend to.
Once the outsiders left, the party entered the latter half.
Dongdong, a typical social butterfly, was on the most prominent stage bouncing with the DJ.
She picked up the microphone, deliberately extended her voice: "Bro——thers of the Edge! I propose we all toast to our leader!"
"Director Su! Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses, shouting in unison to Su Mo.
Su Mo generously waved his hand, lifted his glass, and drank it all in one go.
"Oh, co on, boss, you're just drinking. You're the director, co up and say a few words to us!" Dongdong ran over, hooked Su Mo's arm, and brought him to the stage.
Su Mo was more reserved, not as socially adept as Dongdong.
Facing all those gazes on the stage, he smiled a bit awkwardly: "I, what should I say?"
Dongdong poked his waist: "You're the boss, why are you asking ? Just talk about your journey, feelings, thoughts, blah blah blah, whatever."
Su Mo organized his thoughts and spoke slowly: "As for the journey or feelings, I won't talk about that. Our Edge doesn't engage in formalism, and I bet you don't like listening to long-winded speeches either."
"Since everyone is here and the guests have just left, let's take this opportunity to discuss internal matters."
"Regarding the rules of the Edge, I've already had KK compile a handbook, everything big and small is listed there for you to read at your leisure."
Soone raised their hand and asked: "Director, I've finished reading it. I saw that the handbook is full of detailed rewards and penalties, but don't you think it should include content about team honor?"
Su Mo smiled and said: "Team honor is built through working together daily, not written down."
"Have you heard that saying? With a monthly salary of 3,000, I go ho on ti. With a monthly salary of 30,000, the company is my ho."
"Everyone's a rcenary for money. Rather than filling the handbook with a dozen or twenty pages of grandiose words, I'd rather focus on leading the team to grow, so I can give you a bigger bonus eventually."
The rcenaries burst into laughter, cheering and applauding Su Mo for his straightforward and unpretentious words.
Su Mo cleared his throat and, with a serious expression, raised two fingers: "Speaking of the rules, there are two points I need to emphasize, and I ask that you keep them in mind."
"First, always rember I have your back."
"No matter what trouble you encounter, whether it's with a commission or in life, if you can't solve it, co to . If I can't solve it, I'll find connections to get it resolved."
"For anything that might endanger you or the Edge, no matter who's involved or how serious it is, never keep it from . Let know right away, and I'll do everything I can to help."
"I don't want to see those absurd movie plots where soone runs into trouble but doesn't want to bother the director, so they keep it a secret until it's too late. Absolutely don't do that."
Everyone shouted in unison: "Understood!"
Su Mo nodded, his voice lowered: "Second, and the most important principle, never be a traitor."
"To , you're all family, not just drinking buddies. I'll provide the best material conditions for you and also have higher expectations, and any betrayal will be intolerable."
"If you think the Edge isn't good enough, that your talents aren't being utilized, or if sowhere else offers better terms and you plan to leave for better opportunities, you can tell openly."
"I'll negotiate with you imdiately, and if it doesn't work out, I'll throw you a grand farewell party, and we'll part on good terms, remaining friends afterward."
"If you have to betray the Edge for so reason, like family or friends being kidnapped, or your life being threatened, you must tell right away, and I'll do my best to find solutions for you."
"You must believe one thing—that it's always the director and these companions who can help you out of a crisis, not the enemies threatening you."
"So, for whatever reason, never stab in the back; otherwise, whether it's intentional or forced, I won't hesitate to settle scores."
These words may have dampened the party's joyful atmosphere, but they were etched into every Edge rcenary's heart.
Everyone nodded in unison, looking sincerely at their candid director.
Later, it's unclear who started it, but a warm round of applause erupted again, echoing throughout the bar.
Looking at those applauding Edge rcenaries, Su Mo knew that from this mont on, he had more support and also greater responsibilities.
After the speech ended, everyone continued drinking, dancing, and having an unrestrained ti.
Su Mo, not having a strong alcohol tolerance, found himself overwheld as more mbers ca to toast him.
In the latter part of the night, Dongdong carried the drunken Su Mo to the 88th floor, complaining along the way, "Jeez, I'm always the one stuck with this task every ti..."
"Hey, which room does the boss stay in?"
Having just moved into Edge Mansion, she wasn't familiar with the place and montarily forgot Su Mo's room number.
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