Chapter 1082 Brand Effect

Boluogo unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, rinsed the water through his hands, rubbed his palms vigorously, and washed away the layers of blood until his original skin color was revealed.

After cleaning his hands, Boluoge unscrewed another bottle of mineral water, took some water, and wiped his cheek repeatedly. The blood stains on his face faded away, like faded paint, dripping.

It dripped all over the ground.

After a simple cleaning, Boluogo felt a little better. The feeling of being covered in blood was not good. At first, it felt like his whole body was covered with sticky sweat, and his whole body felt sticky. After the blood dried, it felt like

Large chunks of mud were stuck to his body, and his behavior was filled with a strange feeling.

If the situation allowed, Boluogo really wanted to take off his shirt, kick the fire hydrant aside, and clean himself up against the water. The throat of the swallowing abyss was too big, and the blood on his body was as much as a mobile blood bank.

, gushing endlessly.

Before, Bologg would definitely do this, but now it is different. Bologg is the one with the highest glory. To a certain extent, Bologg represents the Bureau of Order.

Just like a brand effect, in order to maintain the brand of the Bureau of Order, Boluogo needs to maintain his strong and decent side in the public...at least in front of internal employees.

"To put it crudely, it's just showing off!"

Nathaniel explained to Borogo what he needed to do in a very simple and crude way.

This absurd conversation took place not long ago at a high-end dinner party in Oath City Opos.

The dinner was hosted by the Bureau of Order to receive many visiting power representatives. As a glorious person, Boluogo also officially appeared in front of everyone through this dinner and was personally introduced by Nathaniel.

Boluogo still remembered the luxury of the dinner. The lights were soft and bright, like stars pouring down, illuminating the entire banquet hall like a dream.

The long table is covered with an exquisite lace tablecloth, with silver tableware and dazzling crystal cups placed on it. The air is filled with the faint scent of roses and precious perfume, intertwining into an intoxicating atmosphere. Gentle

The sound of music flows slowly in my ears, as if it is a melody from another time and space.

The guests were dressed in fine clothes and priceless jewelry, and the sound of chatting, laughing and clinking glasses echoed in the air. The waiters, wearing crisp uniforms, shuttled among the guests, moving lightly and quickly, providing each guest with the most attentive service.

services.

Burlogo was wearing a tight formal suit that looked like a straitjacket, and his hair was smeared with hair gel and had a delicate hairstyle that had been carefully worked on by a stylist for half an hour.

The whole process is like going to jail.

Bologg didn't feel like he was the protagonist of the dinner. It was more like a trial. These people were the judge and the jury, and Bologg was the criminal who was being scrutinized by countless eyes.

As for Nathaniel, Borogo thought he might be his defense attorney.

In short, Boluogo stood in the center of the banquet hall, and under the guidance of Nathaniel, smiled, said hello, and clinked glasses with the unfamiliar faces.

"So you understand?"

After the heavy and hypocritical social session, Nathaniel asked Borogo with a smirk on his face.

"Understand what?"

Boluogo's cheeks were slightly red. Since the rainy night revenge a few years ago, he rarely drank alcohol and rarely smoked. He was a person with almost no bad habits.

"I understand why you are here," Nathaniel patted Boluogo on the back hard, "Stand up straighter and raise your face higher, yes, that's the arrogant posture."

Nathaniel said, "You can represent the Bureau of Order now. Your appearance, every word and action, are all related to the attitude of the Bureau of Order."

"Of course I know this truth," Bologo pulled on his tie. It was too tight and Bologo could hardly breathe. "I'm just a little disappointed."

"Disappointment? Which part?"

Nathaniel took a bottle of champagne from the waiter's hand. For high-level sublimation practitioners, alcohol will not affect them at all. As long as they are slightly etherified, they can easily metabolize these things, but Nathaniel obviously

If he doesn't do this, others drink for social etiquette, but he really likes the feeling of being drunk.

"What should I say?"

Boluogo thought for a while and looked forward. It was a fountain surrounded by flowers and candlelight. The water sparkled against the light, which was extremely luxurious.

"I don't like such occasions, and I don't like drinking and clinking glasses with a group of strangers."

Boluogo said intermittently, "When I was an ordinary person and a low-level condenser, these occasions had no chance for me. I was very free. Now I have become a high-ranking glorious person, taking charge of terrifying power. Instead, I

Falling deeper and deeper into bondage.”

"Don't you think this is weird?"

Nathaniel smiled, showing his white teeth. Many years ago, he had stood at such a dinner party and had the same confusion as Boluogo.

"I know what you are thinking, Boluogo. You are a proud and glorious person, but you have to spend your time doing things you don't want to do with these guys."

As if by magic, a shining silver knife appeared in Nathaniel's hand.

He stood behind Boluogo, put the knife into Boluogo's hand, grabbed Boluogo's wrist with his hand, and played with it casually.

"Brogo, you are the Glorious One, at the top of the food chain, and you are simply the master of the world. Of course you can do whatever you want," Nathaniel's words were full of alcohol. "You are unhappy with everything here, right?"

Then you can kill everyone, everyone you feel unhappy with."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, turned around in confusion, and looked into Nathaniel's eyes. Boluogo knew that he was not joking.

"Is it because he is unhappy?"

Nathaniel didn't pay attention to Boluogo's gaze, but raised his hand and pointed the knife at a middle-aged man in the distance.

"Actually, I feel very unhappy with him... I don't like the color of his tie."

"you're drunk?"

"No, I'm very sober. I'm a Glorious One, and like you, I can do whatever I want," Nathaniel said, pointing to the next person, "Or should I kill him? When he just clinked the glasses, the wine spilled

When it comes to me, that should be a reason to kill him, right?"

Like a murderer, Nathaniel narrated a lot of weird reasons. Fortunately, his voice was very low, so only Bologger could hear these crazy words.

Suddenly, Nathaniel's tone became rational, he let go of Borogo's arm, and took the knife from his hand.

"Look, Boluogo, you are actually very free. You have the ability to break the constraints at any time. It is just because of some morals, etiquette and the like that you are willing to be restrained."

Nathaniel flipped his hand, and the knife disappeared without a trace in his hand.

"As long as we want, I can turn this place into a slaughterhouse and send everyone's heads back to their hometown to warn those forces and let them see the consequences of upsetting the Bureau of Order."

"This can indeed solve the problem, but it is a bit too barbaric and cruel, and the most important thing is..."

Borogo picked up Nethanil's words, "It's too inefficient."

Nathaniel looked like he understood my thoughts deeply and agreed, "Yes, the efficiency is too low."

"Using violence to control others is indeed very effective, but it is also very inefficient, so we need some hypocritical means that are less violent but still show our own strength, that is, social networking, this dinner party."

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes, "It's better to argue at the dinner table than to fight with real swords and guns on the battlefield, right?"

Bologg agreed with this sentence. He is a person who has actually experienced war. Bologg knows very well what kind of place a battlefield is.

Thinking of this, Boluogo looked at the luxurious dinner venue again, and he suddenly felt that everything here was not so eye-catching.

"Power and responsibility go hand in hand," Nathaniel said. "Once you were a nobody, but now you are a big shot."

"Big shot?"

Boluogo smiled mockingly to himself. This word unexpectedly did not match him, but he pressed it together forcefully.

"After gaining power, do you have to become a savior?" Boluogo talked to himself in his heart, "This sounds like a moral kidnapping."

"No, that's not the case at all," Bologg asked and answered in his heart, "It is precisely because he became the savior that he gained strength."

Boluogo regards himself as such a person, and that is why he has achieved everything he has.

"It seems that I still have a lot to learn," Boluogo sighed helplessly, "It sounds really troublesome."

"No, actually there aren't too many," Nathaniel reminded. "The most important thing the Order Bureau lacks is the logistics staff. They can handle troublesome things like socializing. You just need to show your face."

"

"But the key is showing up."

Nathaniel finally got to the point of the conversation and looked at Bologo's appearance carefully, "I have to say, Bologo, you are very good at showing your face."

"Be more specific."

"Probably just put on a arrogant face, maintain a sense of mystery, and make others fear you. Naturally, other professionals will handle the rest for you."

"It sounds like my position is like the stamp on a document."

"Absolutely." Nathaniel was amused by Boluogo. "Don't feel pressured. This kind of thing is simply a show-off."

"ah?"

Boluogo coughed twice.

Nathaniel emphasized, "However, this kind of thing also has its own style."

"Like the nouveau riche and the aristocrats," Bologeau said.

The upstart Bologger really didn't know a few of them, but when he mentioned the nobility, the first thing that came to his mind was Palmer.

Based on this analogy, the aristocratic style actually doesn't seem to be that strong.

"Yes, but you are different. You don't need any assets. Your bloodline endorses you. Your strength is your most solid proof," Nathaniel added, "But like I just said, we need to

Some hypocritical and friendly social interactions to show others.”
To be continued...