South Sea, Half-Mountain Villa, Living Room
Li Yang sat cross-legged on the sofa in his pajamas, with a laptop placed on his legs.
The pen spun intermittently at his nimble fingertips.
He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his eyes deep and quietly contemplative.
The development of the Demon Club is like crafting a piece of art, needing some inspiration.
At this moment, he felt like a poet with a dry spell, his mind muddled.
Li Yang could deeply feel the difficulty of entrepreneurship for ordinary people.
Having never seen, learned, or heard about it, creating something that didn't previously exist in this world requires a great deal of sudden inspiration.
The problem Li Yang was facing now was:
How to connect with extraordinary beings beyond the Demon Club.
He did consider issuing commands to the world's extraordinary beings through the Demon Club, but felt it was somewhat risky.
The Demon Club must confront this world in an invincible manner, yet remain a bit subtle.
