Chapter 100 Recruitment

At 10:30 a.m., the bracelet emitted a loud beep, indicating that a mass email had been received in the inbox.

The boy jumped out of bed, his face lighting up with excitement as he checked the contents of the email—

At 2:30 p.m. today, these job applicants will undergo the first round of screening at the rooftop bar in Building 1 of Fancheng City Center.

Yan Changyun carefully selected an all-black training uniform from her wardrobe, added height-increasing insoles she had scavenged from a dungeon, dipped them in the faucet of the public restroom, and neatly combed her hair back, trying to make herself look more mature during the interview.

He is only sixteen years old this year, and has a baby face that makes him look younger than his age.

Despite his impressive performance in the previous four dungeons, he repeatedly failed in interviews with major guilds.

Before leaving, Yan Changyun patted his younger sister's head, zipped the zipper all the way up, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, this is an interview at the Giants Guild. I heard that the guild leader is a rich boss. He's very generous and will reimburse us double for our travel expenses. At the very least, I'll bring back seven Nether Coins from this trip."

Upon arriving at their destination, Yan Changyun realized that it was less a rooftop bar and more a highly private and secluded luxury club.

This building is a hundred stories high, and the rooftop bar is located on the top floor. Standing by the window, you can overlook the entire city of Fancheng.

Waiters and waitresses come and go in uniform, sharp, high-end attire. The wine cabinets are over five meters tall, forming a ring around the central elevator. Expensive wines glitter under the golden lights, creating a mesmerizing, decadent atmosphere.

Yan Changyun had never been to such an occasion before.

Everything was new to him, and he couldn't help but look around, secretly marveling at what he had seen.

Such a high-class club must cost several hundred ghost money to rent for a day.

Just how rich is that legendary number 188...?

Big bosses of this caliber certainly wouldn't live in a six-square-meter public rental apartment like these low-level newbies. They would at least live in a large single room of forty square meters with a private bathroom and a bright window, and they might even be able to afford expensive takeout.

Number 188 usually adds at least two eggs to his jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), unlike these people who can only mash up some rotten vegetable leaves into a paste every day.

Thinking of this, Yan Changyun couldn't help but swallow.

Just thinking about the life of a big boss is awesome.

He stood in the corner by the elevator, observing his surroundings. He discovered that the clubhouse not only housed high-level players, but also many well-known bosses from the boss encyclopedia.

More than twenty of the top 100 bosses came. These people usually don't meet each other, but this time they were even more present than at the official gatherings held by the main god.

What's even funnier is that some of the more experienced players pretended to be promising newcomers to apply for the job.

With a quick glance, he could tell that the people wearing disguises were clearly high-ranking members of the top guilds.

When the waiters came to deliver the drinks, the group occasionally bumped into each other. Just like at the beginning of the video about the scholar, they first covered their mouths and feigned a surprised laugh, then began to exchange awkward pleasantries.

"Director Xiao, you're applying for a job at the Giants Guild too? Didn't the boss specifically ask for promising newcomers? If I remember correctly, you've been here for over three hundred years, haven't you? You're a withered old cucumber, still trying to act young?"

"Hehe, same to you."

“I’m different from you; I’m here to apply for a cleaning job.”

"The second-in-command of the third largest guild actually looks down on this kind of basic work that lowers his status?"

"Don't pretend with me. Don't think the informant didn't tell me. You were clearly staying up all night in the guild last night secretly looking at the cleaner's job skills manual."

"The salary here starts at five thousand ghost coins. Even if the job requirement is to undergo sterilization surgery, you'd probably be eager to go."

"...Hmm? You have inside information? Does sterilization really increase your chances of getting a job?"

Yan Changyun covered his face, unable to bear listening to the conversation any longer.

The club was filled with subtle probing, but when the clock struck 2:30, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes silently turned to the rising elevator numbers.

As the numbers stopped at the 152nd floor, a leather shoe stepped out from it.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Yan Changyun swallowed hard, his nerves on edge, as he watched the man walk straight toward the black-robed swordsman, one of the top 100 bosses.

This is undeniable; even as a novice player, he had heard many rumors about the black-robed swordsman.

The opponent is a dungeon boss known for its mind control abilities. Although the casualty rate in the Swordsman's dungeon is not high, those who come out are often in a daze, and the suicide rate after returning to the player city is ridiculously high.

Through the crowd, Yan Changyun could see the two chatting animatedly.

The shopkeeper then took out dozens of stacks of ghost money from his bracelet and burned them on the spot for the black-robed swordsman.

Yan Changyun was so shocked that he stopped breathing for a moment.

Not only him, but everyone else in the hall was also stunned by what they saw and looked at each other in disbelief.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost money... He wouldn't even dare to burn through training vouchers like that. Is this a dream? It's too terrifying.

After burning the money, Fang Zhuo looked at Fu Zhaoyu's slightly embarrassed expression and teased him with a smile:

"Black-robed swordsman? Your name here sounds more impressive than your real name."

Fu Zhaoyu rarely showed such an embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, my lord, the situation was urgent at the time, and I didn't have time to explain further..."

Fang Zhuo: "Do you want to continue working with me? I have a few system employee binding cards here. This card won't restrict your abilities."

“I will pay you a monthly salary based on the standard rate for a bodyguard in a safe house, so you can receive two salaries at the same time in the future.”

Without needing to say anything more, Fu Zhaoyu cupped his hands in greeting and knelt on one knee: "Your subordinate swears to follow you to the death, my lord!"

Since registering as an employee of the money-spraying system, he has served more than ten lords, and he is undoubtedly the most capable and fastest at making money among them.

Fu Zhaoyu held the knife up with both hands, performing a grand salute befitting a swordsman.

Fang Zhuo helped the person up with both hands, and after paying off his debt, he glanced briefly at the numbers above everyone's heads.

He wrote down the codes on their chests and sent the list to a woman next to him with a huge speaker on her head:

"You've been hired. Please send out onboarding emails to everyone on this list before this afternoon. I've transferred 500,000 ghost coins to the guild's shared account, and travel expenses will also be reimbursed from the shared account."

"In addition, we will have everyone sign a confidentiality agreement. No one present today is allowed to disclose the list of applicants. Everyone who comes for an interview will be given two hundred ghost coins."

Upon hearing that she had been hired, the woman cried out in surprise, and the speaker around her neck immediately blared a powerful melody:

"Okay, boss, I've got it all covered!"

A giant, spherical speaker has taken the place of the head and sits upright on the neck, while blue-purple ambient lights are flashing excitedly inside the speaker's plastic casing.

Before long, everyone's wristbands received an email indicating the results.

Some were happy, some were sad. One boss was so excited that he circled the entire room three times and gave everyone a perfume-scented kiss.

Yan Changyun took a deep breath.

Having witnessed the boss's wealth, he almost lost all sense of the amount of ghost money within just ten minutes.

He was living in a rented room that cost seven ghost coins a day, and just now he overheard the boss depositing 500,000 ghost coins into the guild account as reserve funds. The difference was so huge that he almost didn't recognize money anymore.

Yan Changyun had never been so excited about joining a guild.

Before opening the email, he couldn't help but clasp his hands together, close his eyes, and pray devoutly.

However, the email did not notify him of his successful or unsuccessful application; instead, it instructed him to go alone to the conference room on the second-to-last floor after the event.

What's going on?

Although somewhat confused, Yan Changyun did as instructed.

The second-to-top floor resembled an office floor, not as lively as a rooftop bar, but the decoration details were equally exquisite. He didn't know where to look, and his anxiety throughout the journey reached its peak.

Having just witnessed the ecstatic moments of those well-known big bosses, he desperately hoped that he would be one of those exceptionally lucky people.

The moment he pushed open the door, only a few words flashed through his mind—Boss Zhipin.

As if sensing his arrival, the shop owner, with his back to him, smoothly rattled off a long list of enticing benefits:

"The base monthly salary is 10,000 yuan. The guild will not take a cut of your live stream tipping income, and I will also buy you the best streaming services."

Fang Zhuo turned around and quietly looked at the stunned boy in front of him.

Just as described in the original text, Yan Changyun had beautiful long, curly golden hair, looked to be at most fourteen years old, was not tall, and had a doll-like sweet and delicate appearance, like a kind and lawful version of a European or American teenager.

This person's appearance is so harmless that it's understandable that they were rejected by several major guilds before.

But Fang Zhuo knew what kind of person this was in the dungeon.

The contrast is always a hot topic, and in his eyes, Yan Changyun is only one pusher away from becoming a sensation.

He continued, "You know the rule that if a player kills another player in a dungeon, they can obtain a portion of the other player's account balance and all their items?"

"As a delicious piece of meat, I need a secret bodyguard. I'm going to a high-risk instance tomorrow, would you like to come with me?"

Yan Changyun seemed to see golden light from angels shining on him.

He stood up excitedly from his chair, as if he wanted to tear his heart out to show his loyalty: "I'm willing, of course I'm willing."

With this salary, he was able to move away from that six-square-meter rented room where he could never see the light of day with his sister.

My sister will never be short of money for medical treatment again, and they will never have to worry about a three-cent stew again.

Even the official dungeon staff can only offer a job worth about 400-500 ghost coins a month, which is a full twenty times higher than the salary.

This is outrageous; he might even become richer than most dungeon bosses.

At this moment, the boss was like a shining money tree in his eyes, and his suit seemed to have turned into a golden robe. A little money just slipping out of his pocket would be enough for him to live for several years.

Yan Changyun's fingertips trembled as he took the contract.

He felt that even if he met the Supreme God, he wouldn't be more excited than he was now.

After all, the main god won't give him money, but the boss is a real modern-day god of wealth.

The moment the contract took effect, Fang Zhuo heard the familiar announcement.

[Investment Target Number Three: Yan Changyun]

[Intelligence: 89][Stamina: 99][Appearance: 72][Emotional Intelligence: 62][Loyalty: 93]

[Recommended professions: Sniper, Gunner, and other combat-oriented jobs]

[Initial valuation: 361]

At the same time, the system also popped up a notification—

[Congratulations, host! You have completed Task Two: Establish a guild in place of the original supporting character.]

[Rewards: Ancient Martial Arts Skill Book, Stamina Upgrade Pill]

[Note: There is no limit to the number of the above rewards. The host may transfer them to others. This item has special characteristics in the TK69 Infinite Dungeon and is currently not sold in any region.]

The system's original intention in giving these rewards was for him to give to guild members, but Fang Zhu saw the business opportunity behind them.

Great, this time the notes finally didn't mention that it can't be sold on the secondary market.

He immediately took out five hundred items, not only sending them to other members of the guild via his bracelet, but also giving the rest to the mermaid, who then put the skill books and pills on the self-service machine in the safe house.

Since they are not sold elsewhere, the safe house is the only place to sell these two items.

These items are perfect for beginners to level up, and he's ready to see another surge in sales.

Perhaps this is the system's advantage.

Previously, the spaceships and exclusive planets given by the system could not be resold and could only be used for speculation. This time, he finally made good use of them.

He solved so many tricky problems for the system, so it doesn't seem unreasonable for him to reasonably sell some mission rewards.

Yi Dian Dian lingered in his mind, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back, clearly wanting to express his opinion on his bold behavior.

Fang Zhuo shut him down: [If you dare say anything, I'll put you up for sale on Zhuanzhuan too]

Yi Dian Dian was so frightened that she immediately fell silent. After a long while, she whispered weakly, "[QAQ I'm behaving myself now]"

Having resolved the signing issue, Fang Zhuo casually topped up Yan Changyun's live stream with 50,000 yuan worth of dynamic traffic before setting off.

Although it's not the most prominent recommendation spot, this kind of dynamic traffic has a great advantage.

Once the other party's live stream starts generating organic traffic, the official recommended position will be upgraded by one level under the effect of dynamic traffic packages. In other words, this is a rather covert and effective way to boost traffic.

On the day of departure, Fang Zhuo briefly explained the guild's daily operations to the sound engineer, checked item prices with the mermaid, and finally confirmed that the data package was in effect. After completing all these preparations, he then selected and used the self-selected dungeon item card from his account inventory.

The dungeon he selected this time was a newly released one, and there were virtually no related guides available.

There is almost no known experience here; the dungeon mechanics and background are all unknown.

As soon as players enter the dungeon, they are greeted by hundreds to thousands of curious onlookers. This is also a pioneering area for several major guilds, and elite teams from top guilds often team up to run the dungeon each time.

This is a natural gathering place for players, but it also comes with dual dangers from both players and bosses.

High risk, high reward; he wants to create a stage for Yan Changyun to make a name for himself here.

The moment the prop card disappeared, everything went black before Fang Zhuo's eyes.

The next second, he found himself in a completely enclosed, cramped space, swaying as if he were on a boat.

Is this the ship's cabin? Or perhaps a hidden compartment under a carriage?

Fang Zhuo frowned slightly and tried to reach out and touch the board above, which was almost touching his mouth and nose.

It's a bit damp and has obvious textures.

It's a coffin.

The air gradually thinned, and just as he began to hold his breath, the convoy carrying the coffin outside suddenly stopped, and then someone pried open the nails.

A faint light shone in, and the rabbit-headed man, with red eyes, grinned at him with a huge mouth and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

At the same time, a suspended screen appeared in mid-air—

[Please select your identity next:]

[The Crown Prince's power is waning - This identity is worth 100 ghost coins]

[The Seventh Prince, whose power is growing – this identity is worth 90 ghost coins]

[The newly appointed prefect - this position is worth 80 ghost coins]

[The Prefect's Wife - This title is worth 50 pieces of ghost money]

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[Hidden Identity - Worth 1000 Ghost Coins]