Rose Factory

Mu Ke holds up the horn with a blank expression, holding it up for the last minute of his life, letting the broken horn call the last word.

After the speaker shut up, the young lord, already embarrassed to the point of curling his toes, picked up the previous words pretending nothing had happened, but his tone was noticeably weaker, "-- Bai Liu asked us to come to you, in order to bring you to build a better guild. "

The eyes of the following Rotting Guild players flicked to the broken brass horn in Mu Ke's hand, paused, and then subtly shifted back to Mu Ke's face as he stood on the table.

Nothing was said, but Mu Ke read the "Is that it?" in their eyes. in their eyes.

Mu Ke: "......"

The two sides entered into a strange stalemate, as if no one knew who had pressed the pause button.

Mu Sicheng blocked the doorway of the hall without taking a step back, and there was no player in the room who could overthrow him and run out.

But likewise, these people's stance was firm, even if they were trapped here, they wouldn't be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up their right to join the King's Guild to help a new president they hadn't even seen before and were now under siege.

They've been able to survive in this game for so long, they don't know how to do anything else, but they're first-rate at avoiding harm.

Mu Ke took a deep breath, and raised the horn again, and the ear-piercing amplified wail accompanied by Mu Ke's clear voice echoed in the small ground floor of the low-rent building.

"We won't stand in the way of players who want to go and join the King's Guild, if you want to go, you're free to do so, but the people we're trying to persuade are those who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the Grand Guilds, but don't have a better way out."

"If anyone is tired of being the bottom of the guild being squeezed and harvested, tired of no matter how much they struggle to survive just to change places as leeks, no dignity and ability to live a life of fear, then you can listen to what I have to say, which may give you a very different choice."

Mu Ke's eyes cleared, "When I'm done, we'll let you go, no matter what you choose to do."

The players below still looked disbelieving, but because of Mu Ke's words, curiosity clearly appeared on their faces.

While knowing that it's unlikely that the kind of ideal choices in Mu Ke's words exist in the current order of the game, it's still interesting to hear what else the young gamer can pull off.

Or perhaps it was the fact that they did still hold out a meager hope for a better option than the King's Guild, even though they rationally knew it was impossible.

There are very few casual players in the game who can still survive without joining a guild.

It's a well-understood survival rate axiom - in extremely dire circumstances, such as in this game, individuals in a group will have a much higher survival rate than individuals alone.

It's like being stranded in the wilderness in the snow, where the likelihood of a group of people hugging each other for warmth and surviving is far higher than one person left alone.

Even if the weak in a group may be exploited, sacrificed, and even trampled on for the pleasure of the strong, but if you give up your dignity, you can survive for a little while longer, and this is the way of survival for the ordinary people after entering this game, and also the way of success that they can find the most, even though it is cowardly and unbearable, but also there is also a rationale to be followed.

The crowd squeezing toward the Mu Sicheng exit gradually converged back.

They scrutinized Mu Ke standing at the table with wary, disbelieving eyes, but their bodies stayed clustered around the table where Mu Ke stood in diametric opposition, choosing to stay and listen to that other choice that they didn't know if it was real or not.

This group of players who have lived in cheap housing for a long time, their faces dirty, are just as wretched, unkempt, and mentally downtrodden as those who have lived in cheap housing for decades in the normal world.

The eyes and expression had a kind of subconsciously emptying dullness after relaxing, looking as if they had been tortured to the point of not quite being mentally normal.

The players piled up, standing crushed against each other, and when they looked up and gazed at Mu Ke with empty, lifeless eyes, it reminded him inexplicably of a refugee ghetto.

In a game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players with this look are usually the lowest tier of the game, and they don't care about their appearance or any other requirements.

Their only request is to live.

Mu Ke stood at a table more than a meter above the others, and with so many people watching him, he looked condescendingly around these these people who surrounded him.

In this moment, Mu Ke was even in a trance, he saw the same faint light in the numb eyes of these people as he had once seen, crying out for help.

--The faint anticipation for the legendary newcomer, the beleaguered wanderer who had not yet arrived here, their new president, the god who had saved him, Bai Liu, lit up under the silent eyes of these men as Mu Ke's words were spoken.

"You said ...... the new president, that Bai Liu gave us other options, what is this option?" Someone finally couldn't hold back, he stepped forward and raised his head to question Mu Ke.

Mu Ke took a deep breath, "It's a deal, Bai Liu will make a deal with you, and after doing so, he will be responsible for developing your abilities so that they can pass the game on their own to support themselves."

"But you as a group will have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis, shared equally by each of you - after paying him his monthly salary, whatever points and props you earn in the game will be yours, and he won't ask for a single penny, let alone charge you sky-high commissions like other guilds do. "

The eyes of the players below grew wide as they looked at Mu Ke, bemused, and incredulous, raising their hands one after the other to ask questions:

"Not charging us for our commission and props?!"

"Really?"

"And give resources to train us?!"

"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with utmost certainty as he let out a breath to look at the players, "Bai Liu he will not and does not want to exist as an upper class that rules over you, he will not control and exploit you, he will only help and nurture you so that you have the ability to earn more points and money and then pay him his monthly salary."

"You know the entertainment company? Compared to the president, Bai Liu prefers to exist as your agent, who manages you, gives each of you a training program and resources, and plots a course where you can optimally develop in this game,"

Mu Ke's face brought out a little smile, "Your new president doesn't like to be a man of the people, he told me that if you guys are willing to cooperate and trade with him then you are the bosses who pay him a monthly salary, then it stands to reason that each one of you are the masters of the guild, and have the most power in the guild."

"He will delegate the power of the presidency to each of you, allowing the guild to exist as a community."

The players below had gone haywire, they had never heard of such a mind-boggling guild idea, it was almost as if someone was building them a utopia full of pitfalls but seemingly perfect.

The listeners, still fearful, still skeptical, and even more fearful because the composition looked so good and hopeful, couldn't help but gather and discuss with each other, whispering, but getting closer and closer to the round table where Mu Ke was, and further and further away from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.

How could anyone want to do something that devolves their rights to a group?

It looks too much like a beautifully crafted lie designed to lure them in, and it's not the first time such a bright and full looking "lie" has been told in a game full of smarter players than they are.

But this time, they couldn't help but want to ask about the follow-up to this lie.

The question was asked in a trembling tone, "Bai Liu, no, how is President Bai going to decentralize his privileges?"

"If you all agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked to all of them, he was quiet and tapped on the game panel, "Your new president, before entering the game signed a number of documents to send to me, I will now show this document to you."

Mu Ke held up his system panel, on it was a copy of the Seventy-Eight Explanatory Regulations on the Splitting and Transfer of the Management Rights of the Scavenging Guild, and scrolling down one could see that Bai Liu had already signed the words, leaving only Party B's handwriting blank.

"This document Bai Liu signed thousands of copies in total." Mu Ke slid one by one, showing it to the players below, "If you are willing to accept Bai Liu's terms, I will now hand out this contract for you to sign on Party B."

Mu Ke's eyes were calm as he explained word by word, "Bai Liu will transfer the rights and interests of the guild to each of you, so that each of you owns a part of this guild, he's not just talking about it, he's really going to use black and white, system-recognized contractual regulations to make you all the president in the true sense of the word."

After this document appeared, the entire low-rent building fell into a silence that could not be heard.

These players were breathing heavily, their pupils dilated, their chests heaving as they looked at the document held aloft by Mu Ke, tilting their heads in a desperate attempt to read every word on it.

Mu Ke also thoughtfully knelt on one knee on the tabletop and lowered the system panel so that those players who came close could get a closer look at the contract.

In the game, everything can be fake, names, appearances, props, skills, all of these can be faked in a variety of ways to deceive the public, but there is one thing that can not be fake--

--that's the contract that's been stamped and certified by the system.

This stuff is real!!!

"It's a real contract!!! A real contract signed by Chairman Bai!!!" After the first player erupted into a roar of rage after authenticating the authenticity of the contract, the originally silent low-cost building was instantly thrown into a wave of clamor that rose one after another.

The numb and pale expressions on these people's faces faded into unbelievable excitement, red-faced arguments, silent tilting of the head in tears, colorful emotions surfaced one by one on the faces of these originally stereotypical and indifferent bottom tier players who were like corpses.

Only after Mu Ke had managed to calm down the crowd that was about to boil over did the first player who had barely calmed down begin to go up to him and ask him, "It's like this, we're all very grateful to Bai Liu, no no no! It's President Bai who is willing to make such a decision! We are very willing to engage in such cooperation with Chairman Bai!"

The man gave a beat and his words changed, "But we all want to ask one thing."

Mu Ke asked, "What is it?"

These players glanced at each other and looked towards Mu Ke, they clenched their fists on their chests and rubbed them nervously twice, sweeping away their previous cavalier attitude?and leaning their bodies forward to ask a very sincere question, "We'd very much like to ask, what's the deal that President Bai wants to make with us? Can we people ...... really afford the items that Chairman Bai is asking for?"

"You can totally afford it, and you have one thing in you that President White finds very valuable." Mu Ke said.

"What is it ...... that we have on us that would make President Bai feel worthy of this contract?" The others scratched their heads in wonderment from the bottom of their hearts.

Mu Ke smiles gently, "President White wants your souls."