The "Disaster Prevention Bureau" was like a wildfire, its sparks spreading to every neglected corner of Daqian. More and more people learned the name of the Red King. They learned that the former Richest Person, having now become the Red King, was so burdened by the world's woes that his hair had turned white in his youth.
"Remember, whenever you praise the Disaster Prevention Bureau, you must add the phrase, 'under the wise leadership of the Holy Emperor.'" As reports flooded in from all corners and Zheng Xiu learned that the "Red King" title was growing ever more renowned, he knew the danger of a subject outshining his sovereign. He immediately used his mirror to initiate a "group chat," instructing his subordinates to always preface the Disaster Prevention Bureau with the Holy Emperor's name.
Early August. The heat was brutal.
Zheng Xiu chose an auspicious date and convened the first high-level meeting of the Disaster Prevention Bureau.
Fragrant Pavilion closed for the day.
