The headquarters' employees spread across the globe on missions, and Fang Ming himself embarked on his own journey.
While it was easy to recruit individuals who had yet to taste success, bringing in those with established reputations and societal standing required a more personal touch. For such figures, Fang Ming had to act directly.
One such individual was none other than:
"Greetings, Mr. Tesla."
The ill-fated genius, Nikola Tesla.
"What do you want, young man from the East?"
Perhaps history's most tragic prodigy, Tesla's brilliance was rivaled only by the misfortunes that plagued him. Despite a lifetime of groundbreaking research, his years of success were fleeting, and by 1898, he was utterly ruined.
"I came simply to speak with you," Fang Ming began.
"With me? I don't waste time on conversations beneath me," Tesla replied, his tone sharp.
"Oh, then we're similar," Fang Ming said with a smirk. "I only speak with people who match my level."
