Sif murmured with some distress: "According to Stanley, other major countries are also brewing public hatred, pushing the people's pain onto these merchants, ready to reap the benefits."

"Damn, we don't have time at all. By the time we act, there'll be nothing left but the broth."

Roland slowly shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't think so. If handled properly, we can start the latest and still get the biggest piece of meat."

Sif's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "It's great to have you back. I've been staying up late and can't sleep well these days, worried about having no good ideas. You're still the best."

Roland smiled and said, "It's not that you can't think of it, your mind just hasn't opened up. Your biggest worry now is that these fat sheep will be snatched by others, and we'll be left with nothing, right?"

"Yeah, these fat sheep are scattered across various countries. We can't exactly go to other countries and kidnap them, can we?"

"We can't go there, but we can make them come to us on their own."

"Is that even possible?" Sif's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

As expected of Roland, he always comes up with solutions that others can't think of.

"It's actually simple. We first find a way to notify these fat sheep to run quickly. Exaggerate the brutality of the Vladimir Empire to make them fear and voluntarily come to countries with a good business environment, like ours."

Sif nodded repeatedly.

To slaughter the fat sheep, you must first ensure that they are not slaughtered by other countries.

"But how do we prove that our business environment is the best? I'm afraid direct promotion won't work well." Sif was a bit troubled.

"Not just won't work well, it could even be counterproductive." Roland enjoyed watching Sif think actively. For someone in the growth period, the process of thinking is often more important than the result.

"Let me think. Should we find some writers to write articles praising them?" Sif lowered her head shyly as soon as she spoke, daring not to look at Roland.

"Bang!"

Roland lightly tapped the table and raised a thumbs-up in approval.

"Exactly, that's the way. We can hint through media channels that this is an investment paradise, then find someone to write some subtle articles to give them a sense of belonging."

"What are subtle articles?" Sif's curiosity danced in her eyes at yet another strange term she hadn't heard before.

"Simply put, it's about making up stories."

Roland pondered and said softly, "What do Samaritans most want others to praise them for? Of course not doing business, they're already good at that, no need to praise. You have to praise them for something they lack but desperately hope others acknowledge."

"Martial spirit?" Sif said casually.

Roland sighed and gently reminded, "That's going a bit far. Sif, remember, praise must be moderate. For example, if you praise someone for being more beautiful than you, that's not complimenting but being sarcastic."

"I think I get it." Sif nodded repeatedly.

"Samaritans are clever but not wise, so they like to be praised for being wise."

Roland pretended to think, actually organizing inspirational and reader-short essays.

"Let me think, how about telling a story about coating a book with honey."

"It's said that Samaritans, to make children fall in love with reading, would smear honey on the book's cover so that children would associate reading with sweetness, thereby motivating their reading enthusiasm and helping them develop reading habits as early as possible."

Sif was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Roland, please be serious. Such a foolish story wouldn't fool anyone."

Roland looked at Sif with a bit more surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

"Books are precious, but the ink and type of printed books are toxic. Smearing honey on them for kids to lick—are these kids even their own?"

Roland burst into laughter, clapping vigorously.

That's right, Sif, you said it perfectly.

Sif snorted softly, continued to strike hard, "Moreover, even if children were attracted, they would only be attracted by the honey. As long as they aren't severely intellectually challenged, they'd soon find out after licking another book that it's the honey that's sweet, not the book. Such an education would only produce kids who like eating sweets."

Roland couldn't hold back anymore, laughing on the desk with tears almost coming out.

Sif was a bit angry. She glared at Roland angrily and said indignantly:

"What did I say wrong? I've read books and like honey but would never be happy about books smeared with honey, and I would denounce such destructive behavior toward books."

Roland finally stopped laughing and gave Sif a thumbs-up again.

"You're right, your wisdom surpasses your time."

"Are you mocking me?" This time, Sif was truly angry.

"Absolutely not. But the story has to be written this way."

Roland calmly explained, "Not everyone is blessed with both beauty and wisdom like you."

Sif's cheeks instantly turned crimson, and her anger disappeared.

This Roland, although he didn't bring a small gift, sure knows how to talk.

Alright, alright, he must have been too busy and forgot; I won't hold it against him.

Seeing Sif's secretly pleased shy look, Roland thought silently, this is the art of complimenting.

Just praising Sif for beauty only gives her three parts of joy.

Praising her for intelligence alone would make her doubt the sincerity.

With both merits combined, she can't just accept half, so the latter half becomes a bonus.

Roland let out a light sigh and said wistfully, "Humans are always easily deceived. There are far more ridiculous stories that people believe, and this one is relatively credible among them."

Under his insistence, this subtle article was quickly written, ready to be published in the overseas edition of The Sun.

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