Summit Farmer

Harlan Swift looked around and leaned in to whisper to Peter Brown, "We got this position by picking up the leftovers, and as long as you’re aware of that, you’ll be fine. You need to know that at first, everyone let us fill the spot because they didn’t understand, thinking it was just a playful act by the higher-ups. But as soon as they catch on, there will be no shortage of well-connected people eyeing our position. If you make even the slightest mistake, there are too many of those with connections who will snatch it away. The last person in your role was a Cultivator who made an error and had to vacate the position, so be cautious."

That a position could be so precarious!

At that moment, Peter was somewhat speechless, but upon further reflection, he began to take it more seriously, realizing that indeed, his position was relaxed enough to make others envious.

"Thanks for the heads-up."

"Sigh, I’m telling you this because I like you; I wouldn’t bother for anyone else. A lot of people just don’t get it and end up finished within days. Just keep an eye out. You’ve seen for yourself that our accommodations and food are quite excellent. It would be tough to find another place with such good treatment. For a newcomer, it’s already quite extraordinary to land such a foothold."

Peter nodded in acknowledgment, taking to heart the advice that was indeed worth heeding.

"Who is Peter Brown?"

At that moment, a beautiful woman stood up and asked.

"She is Melinda Williams, and she shares your ’Wang’ family name. She’s responsible for the institutional logistics and often comes here for manpower. Looks like you’re going to be busy in the office," Harlan Swift remarked, clearly familiar with the woman’s circumstances.

Peter Brown quickly stood up and said, "That’s me."

"Come with me," Melinda Williams said, giving Peter a once-over and nodding in apparent satisfaction.