How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?

Chapter 379: Chapter 189: Battle of Fate, Lin Ye vs. Qin Wushuang

Firewood Martial Hall, Yanjing Branch.

The atmosphere in the Recruitment Department office was a little tense.

Zhang Zewei slapped a meticulously bound proposal onto Wang Jingcheng’s desk, his face a mask of undisguised triumph.

"Mr. Wang, the final roster for the Nanhu Province Qiming General Star Training Camp has been internally confirmed. This is the signing proposal I’ve drafted for Qin Wushuang."

He deliberately raised his voice, ensuring everyone in the office could hear.

"Qin Wushuang, just as we predicted, graduated ranked third. I’ve obtained his potential assessment report, and his overall evaluation is A-rank!"

"Sir, I recommend we start negotiations with a B-rank contract as the basis. If he’s receptive, we can even bump it up to A-minus to lock him down completely!"

After he finished speaking, he feigned a casual glance toward Long Bohan, who was sitting in a corner. A sneer tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Of course, I’ve also made official contact with Qin Wushuang himself. He said that after the camp ends, he’ll contact me to discuss signing the contract."

At this, one of Zhang Zewei’s lackeys chimed in sarcastically from the side.

"Look at Mr. Zhang’s efficiency. He took this on less than two days ago and has already sealed the deal."

"That’s why some of the younger folks in our Recruitment Department really need to learn a thing or two!"

It was obvious who he was referring to with "some of the younger folks."

A few colleagues in the office exchanged glances and tactfully buried their heads in their work, but their ears were all pricked.

For the past month, the rivalry between Long Bohan and Zhang Zewei over Qin Wushuang had been an open secret.

Now, Zhang Zewei had won a resounding victory and was back to gloat and rub salt in Long Bohan’s wound.

Zhang Zewei shot a satisfied look at the lackey behind him. Clearly, he was enjoying this immensely.

Wang Jingcheng’s brow furrowed slightly. He disliked this kind of confrontational atmosphere in the department, but the result was good, so he couldn’t very well lash out.

"Mm, I’ll take a look at the proposal. You’ve done a good job following up."

He picked up the proposal, preparing to look through it.

"Bo Han," Wang Jingcheng said, looking up toward the corner, "I recall you said you gave up on Qin Wushuang because you had a new target. Where’s your proposal? Bring it over for me to see as well."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhang Zewei’s lips widened. He crossed his arms, looking like he was ready to enjoy the show.

’He’d just have to see what kind of person Long Bohan could find to compare with Qin Wushuang, a guaranteed A-rank prospect.’

Under everyone’s gaze, Long Bohan stood up and walked over, an office PAD in hand.

He hadn’t printed a physical copy, simply placing a digital proposal directly in front of Wang Jingcheng.

"Sir, the proposal for him is still in the drafting stage. This is just a preliminary version," Long Bohan said.

Wang Jingcheng nodded, swiping his finger across the screen of the PAD Long Bohan had handed him.

SIGNING TARGET: Lin Ye

PROPOSED CONTRACT LEVEL: A-RANK

At the sight of the term "A-Rank," Wang Jingcheng’s pupils constricted slightly.

Zhang Zewei almost burst out laughing.

’A-Rank?’

’After all his hard work to secure Qin Wushuang, he had only dared to propose an A-minus rank, yet Long Bohan dared to go straight for an A-rank?’

’As expected, he’s still too green!’

’Doesn’t he know the boss hates this kind of approach?!’

Wang Jingcheng’s expression darkened.

"Bo Han, you should know what an A-rank contract implies."

"It means our Martial Hall will have to pour a massive amount of resources into their development. It’s the highest level of treatment just below an S-rank contract. Every single A-rank signing requires final approval from headquarters."

"This target of yours named Lin Ye... what’s so special about him that warrants such a high evaluation from you?"

Long Bohan said calmly, "Sir, this recommendation was made after careful consideration. You can take a look at the attachment below."

Wang Jingcheng tapped open the attachment.

The attachment contained a detailed file on all of Lin Ye’s online battle records to date. It also included Long Bohan’s analysis, which inferred Lin Ye’s strength level, Martial Arts Spirituality, and other attributes based on his performance so far.

Wang Jingcheng tapped open a video attachment that Long Bohan had pinned to the very top of the proposal.

The next second, a blast of loud, wild electronic music, accompanied by exaggerated sound effects, erupted without warning from the PAD’s speakers, echoing throughout the quiet office.

Wang Jingcheng’s brow instantly creased into a deep frown.

’What is this nonsense?’

He’d never been fond of such flashy, gaudy things.

Standing to the side, the mockery in Zhang Zewei’s eyes was practically overflowing.

’Although the Recruitment Department often scouted talent on *Martial Arts Peak*, what they valued were raw battle recordings, data, and solid, tangible performance.’

’This kind of montage video, edited in post-production and set to a bunch of trashy music, had more entertainment value than practical combat application. You couldn’t get any effective information from it at all.’

’How could Long Bohan make such a rookie mistake?’

’Using this as justification for an A-rank contract proposal? He was basically tap-dancing through a minefield right in front of the boss!’

He scoffed, the sound just loud enough for Wang Jingcheng and the surrounding colleagues to hear.

"Heh. Kids these days... getting more and more frivolous."

"Any genius with even a little bit of skill can edit together dozens, even hundreds, of highlight clips for this kind of eye-catching video."

"Using this kind of thing as supporting evidence for a contract... Mr. Long, that’s just a bit too unprofessional of you."

He put on an expression of deep disappointment, as if Long Bohan’s actions had tarnished the professionalism of the Firewood Martial Hall.