Asking A Fox for Its Skin

"Not bad!" It was like he knew what Feng Lin wanted to say next. Feng Lang instantly continued with his words.

"As long as you have enough strength and gain a good ranking in the ranking competition of the clan, you would be able to earn recognition and toss aside the fate of you becoming a factory worker. Low-grade clansmen are still clansman. As long as you can exhibit startling talent, who would suppress you? Even the Head Butler would be powerless to act against you!"

Feng Lang's tone was filled with instigation. Clearly, he wanted to provoke Feng Lin into joining the ranking competition.

Feng Lin was naturally aware of this, but he didn't mind it.

Because Feng Lang's words weren't false. This ranking competition would truly be of great help to him, allowing him to escape from the predicament that was currently before him.