“Yes.” Jiang Cheng’s expression was unreadable, which made De Mu Jiaxian’s surprised expression freeze for a moment.
Why is the reaction so lukewarm?
Could it be that all the assassins who joined the gang after its establishment were lowlifes?
So he was too embarrassed to ask himself for credit?
This is very likely.
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
Most of the strongmen in the villages had already found their place early on, working for various chambers of commerce to obtain more high-quality tasks and better rewards.
Such a casually established organization as Jiangcheng, which only has words and no real substance and can't provide any compensation, is naturally looked down upon by others.
It can only fool idiots.
If only three or four people are recruited, and they are all incompetent, then this surprise won't be as exciting.
After a moment's thought, Demu Jiaxian's joy was dampened.
The light in his eyes dimmed again.
Well, something is better than nothing. Even if it's just three or four people, it's at least a good start.
Thinking of this, Demu Jiaxian gently tapped the mahjong table with his fingers and said softly, "Just speak your mind. No matter how many people are involved, I won't blame you."
Jiang Cheng looked back at her and tilted his head slightly.
"I didn't check carefully, but there are probably more than a thousand people."
"How many!???"
In the cold, aloof hall, a voice of utter astonishment rang out, echoing two or three times, the sound colliding with the assembled pillars and hidden corners before finally reaching Demu Jiaxian's ears.
She was stunned.
She stared wide-eyed at Jiang Cheng without blinking.
She doubted she had heard correctly.
A few days?
We are recruiting over a thousand people!
Please, she was thinking that if Jiang Cheng could recruit seven or eight people, that would be a blessing!
You told me over a thousand?
How many people are there in the entire village of assassins? According to the default rules that have been followed for many years, except for the period when new people are sent in regularly, the number of people is probably around two thousand. If it is operating normally, including casualties, the number of people is still around two thousand.
That's about the number!
Demu Jiaxian's face showed a clear look of surprise. She quickly asked, "Wait, say it again!"
"Only a little over a thousand."
"..."
An eerie silence followed.
She remained silent for a long time, her facial expressions changing beautifully, sometimes beaming with joy, sometimes furrowing her brows.
This looks like a poor soul who's been poor for years and hasn't enjoyed a life of luxury, suddenly told that he's inherited the fortune of a wealthy relative from afar.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
I still doubt the authenticity of this inheritance!
"If you lie to me, you know the consequences..." Demu Jiaxian slightly raised his head, his eyes narrowed, and the threat in his words was very obvious.
If Jiang Cheng really did make up a lie and used her to make fun of her.
She would be furious.
The kind of feeling where you want to tear the other person to pieces.
“I have no reason to lie to you, Miss Jiaxian. You now have more than a thousand followers. They will become your solid support on your arduous road to domination in the future, and they will only obey your orders. Are you satisfied with that?” Jiang Cheng shrugged.
The tone was sarcastic, as if mocking the other person's naiveté.
After a few seconds, he added, "According to a rough estimate, there should be seven in Group A and twenty-four in Group B. There's no need to elaborate on the rest. Overall, their quality is quite strong."
Seven assassins from Group A!
Twenty-four assassins from Group B!
Oh my god!!
To Demu Jiaxian, these words were like heavenly music, instantly making her feel as if she were swimming in a pool of warm water in paradise, surrounded by koi fish and rosy clouds in the sky.
Her fists clenched involuntarily.
And behind him.
The maid Xiaorou didn't really believe it, thinking that this guy must be exaggerating to deceive His Highness.
Looking at her frail and delicate appearance, how could she possibly have the ability to recruit more than a thousand people?
Think about it carefully and you'll realize it's impossible. Why should it be?
She snorted inwardly in dissatisfaction.
But His Highness was in a good mood right now, and she hadn't seen him so happy in a long time, so she didn't dare to say anything abruptly and spoil his fun.
I could only mutter a few complaints to myself.
"Quickly, give my capable lieutenant a seat!" Demu Jiaxian said with particular authority.
The joy in his heart was undeniable.
Look at her eyebrows, they're almost flying off her head, and she's all smiles.
Xiao Rou behind him replied "Yes," then rolled her eyes at Jiang Cheng before running off to the side hall to fetch a chair.
Jiaxian was really curious; in just a few days, the layout of Xiayi Village had completely changed.
How did they manage to do that?!
So after Jiang Cheng sat down, she hurriedly asked, "What methods did you use?"
"It's nothing. They trust Your Highness's wisdom and might, but as soon as they heard that you were the first in line to the throne, they all switched sides. Actually, it has nothing to do with me; they all rely on you."
Jiang Cheng, of course, couldn't tell her how bloody the process was, and then made up a couple of excuses to brush her off.
Even if De Mu Jia Xian were stupid, she wouldn't believe such nonsense. She could understand that Ming Ling Ye was hiding something.
We didn't press the issue to get to the bottom of it.
"If what you say is true, then you have done a great job in winning over so many people." She rarely said anything nice.
This represents a complete 180-degree turn from their previous attitude.
"Your Highness, don't be too happy yet. There's still a long way to go before we reach our goal."
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