Chapter 186: President White of the Rose Factory

Mu Ke held the trumpet with a blank expression, and lasted the last minute of his life, making this broken trumpet the last word.
After the horn shut up, the young master who was already embarrassed to the point of curling up, pretended that nothing happened, and took the previous words, but his tone was obviously weakened. "Bai Liu asked us to come to you to help you build better. Guild."
The eyes of the players of the Scavenging Guild below looked at the broken copper horn in Mu Ke's hand. After a pause, they moved delicately to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.
Although he didn't say anything, Mu Ke understood the meaning of "just here" from their eyes.
Mu Ke ""
The two sides entered a strange stalemate, as if not knowing who pressed the pause button.
Mu Sicheng stood in front of the entrance of the hall, and there was no player present who could overturn him and ran out.
But in the same way, these people's position is also very firm. Even if they are trapped here, they will not be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up the right to join the King’s Guild to help a new one who has never met before and is still under siege. President's.
They can survive in this game for so long, but nothing else. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is first-class.
Mu Ke took a deep breath, raised the horn again, and the harsh amplified howling accompanied Mu Ke's clear voice echoed in the small low-rent building.
"We will not stop players who want to join the King's Guild. If you want to go, you can go, but the object we want to persuade is those players who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the Grand Guild, but have no better way out. "
"If someone is tired of being the squeezed and harvested object of the bottom of the guild, tired of struggling no matter how hard they are, just to survive and be a leek in a different place, living in fear of no dignity and ability, then you can listen to what I have to say, This may give you a completely different choice."
Mu Ke's eyes are clear, "After I finish speaking, no matter how you choose, we will let you go."
The expressions of the players below were still unbelievable, but because of Mu Ke's words, there was obviously curiosity on their faces.
Although I know that the ideal choice in Mu Ke's words is unlikely to exist in the current game order, I still want to hear what this young player can talk about.
Or maybe they do still have a little hope, hoping to have a better choice than the King's Guild, even though they rationally know that this is impossible.
Few individual players can survive without joining a guild in the game.
This is a well-understood axiom of survival rate. In extreme circumstances, such as this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of individual individuals.
Like being trapped in the wilderness and snow, the possibility of a group of people huddling together to keep warm and surviving is far higher than that of a single person alone.
Even if the weak in the group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled to make the strong, but if they give up their dignity, they can live a little longer. This is how ordinary people survive after entering this game, and it is also them. The path to success that can be found the most is cowardly, but also has its rationale.
The crowd squeezing towards Mu Sicheng's exit gradually converged.
With a pair of vigilant and unbelievable eyes, they looked at Mu Ke standing on the table, but their bodies stayed around the table where Mu Ke stood on the opposite side, choosing to stay and listen to the one who didn’t know it was. Different choices of true or false.
This group of players who have lived in low-rent housing for a long time, their faces are dirty, just like those in the normal world who have lived in low-rent housing for decades, messy, unruly, and spirited. Downturn.
After relaxing his eyes and expression, there was a kind of subconscious sluggishness, and it seemed as if he had been tortured and became mentally abnormal.
When these players piled up, stood squeezed against each other, and looked up at Mu Ke with empty eyes, it reminded him of the refugee cave inexplicably.
In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players who look like this are usually the bottom players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all and don't have any other requirements.
Their only requirement is to live.
Mu Ke stood on a table more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he looked condescendingly around these people around him.
At this moment, Mu Ke was even a little dazed. He saw the numb and stagnant eyes of these people, as he used to be, faintly lit, calling for help.
For the legendary newcomer who has not yet come here, the besieged wanderer, their new president, the who saved him, Bai Liu’s faint expectation, followed Mu Ke’s words in these people’s silent eyes. .
"You said the new president, that Bai Liu gave us another choice, what is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help it, he took a step 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. After the deal is done, he will be responsible for cultivating your abilities so that they can pass the game independently to support themselves."
"But you, as a group, have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis. After everyone has paid his monthly salary, no matter how many points and items you earn in the game, it belongs to you. He will not want you to get a cent. , And will not charge you a astronomical commission like other guilds."
The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke helplessly and incredulously, and raised their hands one after another to ask questions.
"We do not charge our commissions and props"
"really"
"We will also give resources to train us"
"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with absolute certainty. He exhaled and looked at these players, "Bai Liu does not, and does not want to exist as an upper class that rules you. He will not control and exploit you, but will only help and cultivate. You, let you have the ability to earn more points and money, and then pay him a monthly salary."
"Do you know an entertainment company than the chairman, Bai Liu is more willing to exist as your agent. He manages you, develops training plans and resources for each of you, and plans your route for optimal development in this game,"
A little smile appeared on Mu Ke’s face. "Your new president does not like to be a master. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you are the boss who pays him a monthly salary. This talent is the master of the guild and has the greatest rights in the guild."
"He will delegate the power of the president to each of you, so that the guild will exist as a community."
The players below have been messed up. They have never heard of such an inconceivable guild concept. It is almost as if someone is constructing a utopia full of traps but looks perfect.
The audience still feared and doubted, and even because the composition seemed so beautiful, they were even more afraid of hopefulness. They could not control each other to discuss and whisper, but they got away from the round table where Muke was. The closer, the farther and farther away from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.
How can anyone be willing to do this kind of decentralization of their rights to the group?
This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to tempt them. Players who are smarter than them abound in the game, so this is not the first time that the
lie
that looks full and bright has appeared.
But this time, they couldn't help but want to ask about the follow-up of this lie.
Someone asked tremblingly"
Bai Liu, no, how does President Bai plan to delegate his privileges"
"If you agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked at everyone, he was quiet, and opened the game panel, "Your new president, signed a lot of documents before entering the game and sent me, now I will send this I will show you a document."
Mu Ke lifted his system panel, on it was a thirty-five instructions on the transfer of the Corruption Guild, sliding down to see that Bai Liu had signed the words, only Party B's handwriting was blank.
"This document Bailiu signed a total of thousands of copies." Mu Ke slid one by one, showing it to the players below, "If you are willing to accept Bailiu's conditions, now I will issue this contract to you, let You sign on Party B."
Mu Ke's eyes were calm, and he explained word by word, "Bai Liu will transfer the rights of the guild to each of you, so that each of you can own a part of the guild. He is not just talking about it, but he will really use black and white letters. The recognized contract regulations make you a true president."
After the appearance of this document, the whole low-rent building fell into the audible silence.
These players were breathing fast, their pupils dilated, and their chests were looking up and down at the document that was held high by Mu Ke, and they looked up and desperately wanted to see each word clearly.
Mu Ke also knelt on one knee thoughtfully and lowered the system panel so that players who were close could see the contract clearly.
In the game, everything can be fake, names, appearances, props, skills, these can be faked to deceive the public in various ways, but there is one thing that cannot be fake
That is the contract after the system seal certification.
This thing is real
"It's a real contract signed by President Bai." After the first player broke out a roar of authenticity, the silent low-rent building was instantly thrown into a loud noise. .
The numb and pale expressions on these people's faces faded into unbelievable excitement, blushing and arguing with thick necks, silently raising their heads and weeping, colorful emotions on the faces of these players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses. Emerge.
After Mu Ke finally calmed down the boiling crowd, the first player who was barely calm began to ask him, "That's it, we are all grateful to Bai Liu, it's not that President Bai is willing to make such a decision. I am very willing to cooperate with Chairman Bai."
The man had a meal, and the conversation changed. "But we all want to ask one thing."
Mu Ke asked "what's the matter"
These players looked at each other and looked at Mu Ke. They clasped their chests and rubbed them nervously twice. Did they sweep away their pretentious attitude? Leaning forward and asking sincerely, "We would like to ask, President Bai. What kind of business do you want to make with us, can people like us really afford the items requested by President Bai?"
"You can fully afford it. You have something that President Bai thinks is very valuable." Mu Ke said.
"What on us can make President Bai feel worthy of this contract" The others scratched their heads inwardly.
Mu Ke smiled gently, "Chairman Bai wants your soul."
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