Rose Factory

Bai Liu is still in the game, although these people signed the contract, but the essence is still to wait for Bai Liu to come out in order to carry out the soul trade, that is to say, Bai Liu is the first hand to split the Rot Eaters Guild to go out, and then wait for these people to get the things, and then carry out the subsequent transaction.

Seeing these guild members excitedly signing contracts with Mu Ke one by one, Mu Sicheng, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, frowned and felt that there was something wrong, and he had the familiar feeling of being pitied ......

But if I asked him to say, he couldn't.

...... When you look at it with your eyes, it seems that these members did take advantage of Bai Liu, after all, the soul is not yet given, and first got the right to manage the guild, such a cheap not to take advantage of white not to take advantage of it, no capital million benefits ah!

But the very fact that Bai Liu would be taken advantage of in advance was unbelievable to Mu Sicheng.

After Mu Ke distributed the documents, Mu Sicheng sneaked closer to Mu Ke and lowered his voice to Mu Ke's ear, asking, "...... What kind of drugs are you selling? I actually gave the guild to these people first, Bai Liu is not the kind of conscientious seller who delivers the goods first and receives the money later."

According to Bai Liu the black hearted businessman's usual style, this goods are usually the first receipt of money, after the shipment, the goods are not the right board will not be returned.

Mu Ke kept the polite and reserved smile on his face, his head tilted back slightly, and pulled a little distance from Mu Sicheng who came closer to him, he swept Mu Sicheng with his afterglow, and asked back in a nonchalant tone, "...... What do you think is the most valuable thing in this low level guild is?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned by Mu Ke's rhetorical question.

What is the most valuable thing in this guild?

...... The high-level props in the props library, the top secret information in the databank, the high guild savings points, the methodical references to the passage of various copies - all of these things used to attract players to join in a regular guild are not present in this Carrion Eater Guild.

The few premium items and points in the guild were carried around by the Miao family father and son, and had been pretty much scavenged by Bai Liu in the last round of the game.

The information and pass references are supplied to low-level players who want to live through the game one more time in a familiar game, but Bai Liu, the psychopathic player who jumps one difficulty level at a time, never plays the newest game, and all the guilds' libraries for the entire game combined don't always have the references from them.

Mu Sicheng seemed to realize something as he turned his head, his eyes glued to these ordinary players who were coaxing the contract, their faces full of leaps and bounds.

--There is nothing left in this Carrion Eater's Guild, it has long been hollowed out by Bai Liu into an empty shell, and now the most valuable things inside are the remaining ordinary players.

In other words, Bai Liu just sold these players an empty shell in thousands of copies, and made these players think that he became the owner of the shell.

In this case, these bottom players will definitely work harder to develop their shell guild, filling it with stuff, so whether or not these people's souls will be sold to Bai Liu as promised, Bai Liu will not lose out at all.

Because what he's selling is simply an air robe bomb that looks like it's blowing up loud enough to bluff, but nothing works inside.

And these people will desperately try to fill up this □□ bomb that Bai Liu sold them, and then send it back to Bai Liu, and also be grateful to Bai Liu ......

It's simply calculated to squeeze the last ounce of productivity out of these deadbeat bottom feeders returning to the light!

This is still a fucking human being! That's a total rip off right there!

Mu Sicheng endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back and turned his head to Mu Ke, who had a placid face, and opened his mouth, "It's too detrimental for you guys to engage in this kind of thing!"

Mu Sicheng has suffered a lot as a casual player who has been playing solo for a very long time, but Mu Sicheng has a kind of youthful empathy for these bottom tier players who have really been squeezed to the point of despair.

After all, these people could very well be the future of the man who couldn't afford to fly solo in the first place - forced to join the guild and then squeezed until he lost every last ounce of value.

"If we don't do this this group of people will soon be dead." Mu Ke, the young lord, seemed to have a well-honed aura of composure when confronted with this kind of trading scenario; he pushed down the spectacles on the bridge of his own nose, and swept a glance at Mu Sicheng indifferently with a side-light, his tone accustomed to the situation, "What do you think is trapping them?"

"Many of the employees under my father were exactly like these people, Gou died in the factory and did not want to leave, some indeed could not afford to go, while others were afraid, afraid that they would not be able to survive if they left their positions."

"They will try to block other people or machines from replacing them, from modernizing the whole factory, but ultimately, when the rapid factory remodeling, the revolution in mechanical technology, or the economic crisis comes, these people who are holding back in their positions are the first to be eliminated."

Mu Ke withdrew his gaze, "But if you gave every employee in there a share share and gave them a completely new factory, do you know what would happen?"

"What will happen?" Mu Sicheng asked.

"...... Everyone in that factory was desperately trying to grow the factory so that they, and everyone else, could survive." Mu Ke lowered his eyes and said softly, "No matter how brutal the circumstances, not a single employee was laid off from that factory until the very end."

Mu Sicheng stared blankly into the hall where contracts were being signed in an uproar.

On the countless overlapping system panels held aloft in the crowd, he saw the words Bai Liu on the contract reflected in these people's bleary eyes, and then reverently, on the counterpoint, he wrote his name.

The faint blue screen light in his eyes was like faith rising from the ashes.

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Little black room area.

The two groups were motionless in front of Bai Liu's small TV.

The edge of the small TV was filled with the King's Guild's strong and tall senior members, and the average height of the low-level players of the Rot Eater's Guild was basically a head difference, thus forming a condescending overlooking situation, coupled with the overbearing and cross-eyed expression, and the nose has been grunting conspiratorially, the sense of oppression is very heavy.

The players from the Scavenging Guild standing behind Mu Sicheng and Mu Ke couldn't help but shrink back - they had never seen such a battle before!

A lot of players have done the most excessive thing before is to follow Miao Feichi to surround Bai Liu, the highest ideal is to join the King's Guild, now all of a sudden fast-forward to fight with the King's Guild, they are simply going to break down and scream in their hearts.

You've got a lot of nerve! Can't you take it easy? I've only just gotten the management of the guild, you can't bring this guild down!

"Before falling to the grave bouncing, I thought no one came to Bai Liu to collect the body, a person did not come over." Standing on the edge of a person holding the chest sneer sneer, "Now people to the small black house is over, meaningful?"

"How it doesn't make sense." Mu Ke said nonchalantly, his eyelids lifting, "We can't save Bai Liu from grave bouncing, but a small dark room is possible."

This was Mu Ke's plan, and after carefully understanding and organizing the data of most players' promotional positions, he integrated the calculations in his brain on the fly, and found Bai Liu's likely position on the leaderboard from the thousands of divisions in the game - that is, this small dark room.

The small dark room is actually a very cold area, the average person is just stuck at the level of knowing, and anyone who really knows how it will fall is basically dead.

Fortunately, Mu Ke's brain was quick, and he had memorized most of the routes and partitions in the game when he entered the game before, and Mu Ke basically had an impression of the thousands of partitions in the game, so he was able to dig out and find this cold partition so quickly.

The rule for the [Grave Bounce Zone] is that the numbers have to exceed the last one, which is simply impossible to do under siege.

Because the last time Bai Liu's data is too good, has ascended to the tail of the King's List, this kind of big momentum of likes, favorites, charging data is impossible to come out by the power of the Rot Eaters Guild alone, Mu Ke is very sober and calmly know that in his hands only the Rot Eaters Guild this card when, from this division to fish out Bai Liu is a pie in the sky.

But the [small dark room area] before completely falling into the [no man's land], is the system in order to squeeze the last ounce of value out of each player, set up to have a [ransom] mechanism - that is, in this area, to squeeze the last player who might be able to charge into the small TV in order to save you.

So usually this charge amount isn't ridiculously high, it's the amount of points that the system calculates that the person's backers could potentially come up with.

For example, Bai Liu's [ransom] was 100,000 points - this amount of points was basically equivalent to the points of Mu Ke Mu Sicheng and these people, plus all the ordinary players in the entire Scavenging Guild.

But the only dilemma now is- Mu Ke tilted his head towards these members of the King's Guild who had stopped in front of them.

Charge at least to be able to charge into Bai Liu's small TV area, now Bai Liu small TV viewing area edge of the King's Guild made of human wall is guarded tightly closed, except for just by Mu Sicheng rushed a little broken open a mouth, and now this mouth has "healed", a little bit of seams can not be seen. The wall was tightly guarded.

It was unlikely that these players behind him would be able to rush in on their own, they would have to try and see if they could tear the breach out from the inside.

All it takes is a small tear out of it for these cowardly guild players to be inspired enough to follow them on their adventures and recharge Bai Liu.

Mu Ke took a deep breath as he turned his hands outward against his wrists and with a clean flick, a pair of dark, glowing daggers appeared in the palms of his pale hands.

The King's Guild member on guard took a look at the appearance of this dagger and originally tried to take a step backward in a wary manner, but he quickly realized that this was a game hall, and the damage skills of such dagger-type attack props were null and void.

He disdainfully skimmed his mouth and laughed, relying on his height to ridicule Mu Ke : "Little friend, figure out the rules of the game before you light up guysh, you a dagger in the game hall can ...... you use skills?

The emotion on Mu Ke's face was unchanged in the slightest as he raised his dagger and impacted forward, straddling the King's Guild member like a ghost of a heavy shadow, entering the encirclement at the other's stunned look and the end of his abruptly aborted words.

[System Alert: Player Mu Ke uses skill (Flash Strike)]

"Who says moving a knife has to be an attack?" Mu Ke raised an eyebrow petulantly as he and this member turned back to back and without hesitation, he turned and elbowed plus gritted his teeth in a shove, "It's a Spirit Level Reduction Skill with no damage function!"

It was only used by him to move around.

The opening in the encirclement was broken open unexpectedly.