Chapter 118 Win
If there is still an insurmountable gap between the ninth level of Qi Refining and the late stage of Foundation Establishment, then the difference in strength between the early and late stages of Foundation Establishment can be completely compensated for by a divine weapon.
As the shield slammed heavily onto Mo Mancang's armor, he didn't even have time to swing his meteor hammer to block it before being sent flying backward with a thud.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, his right arm dangled at an odd angle. Mo Mancang quickly raised his left hand and shouted, "I surrender!"
If he didn't surrender, he suspected this crazy woman would smash him to a pulp on the spot.
He doesn't have a father as capable as his brothers, so he'll probably have to work in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for hundreds of years to save up enough money to buy a new body.
Even after publicly and humiliatingly admitting defeat, Mo Mancang still saw that Song Mingsi looked like she hadn't had enough of the fight. The woman even curled her lips into a chilling smile: "You wait."
Mo Mancang shivered.
Once offstage, the plastic lucky cat's eyes seemed to want to tear him to pieces.
Now, he could only laugh awkwardly: "Qi, I did this so that our team wouldn't lose so badly. The other side was willing to throw out a barrier worth 100 million and broke through it on the spot. There's definitely no hope for this match. I just wanted to end the arena gracefully and make our team look more classy."
To prevent his brother's anger from escalating, Mo Mancang simply took the phone away from in front of the lucky cat, thus avoiding further provoking A Qi with the comments.
He had just lost a small game, and the chat in the live stream was full of all sorts of things, some of them quite offensive, to the point that even he himself couldn't stand it.
Why did Mo Shen take the phone away from in front of the lucky cat? Did anyone see what he's doing staring at the screen now?
[Maybe they're searching for the recruitment requirements of the Giants Sect^^]
[Not that aloof]
[So, does the Giants just need to win one more round to secure the victory?]
[There's basically no suspense left after that. The remaining two are mercenaries who are paid to fight in the arena, and they just had a large sum of money forcibly borrowed by the Crown Prince, even their wages. Do you think they'll fight tooth and nail to turn the tables? The fact that they didn't run away on the spot is already a testament to their professionalism.]
[Actually, the working class has already started to secretly retaliate, otherwise why would a teammate give the prince a broken plastic lucky cat toy to imbue him with a spirit... I saw that he clearly had a more suitable all-purpose doll in his backpack.]
[That's very vengeful~]
[Oh, to clarify, I didn't mean to say holding grudges is bad. If I were cheated out of my salary, I'd just grab a pile of poop from the ground and shove it down my throat.]
The next two rounds went extremely smoothly. Fang Zhuo leaned back on the sofa, occasionally checking in with the third-party logistics line about the details of the shipment of the photographic stone.
Before the competition on stage was even over, several thousand photo stones had already been sold.
Sales volume is secondary; the important thing is that he can use this opportunity to promote the sect's arena competition.
With Yin Fuxue sealing her opponent's eight major acupoints with medicinal stones and placing a bee stinger next to her opponent's neck, the entire match came to an end.
"The 20th place challenger in the arena, Giant Zong Sheng!"
As the host shouted excitedly, the system promptly displayed the broadcast.
[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the achievement 'Sect-related discussions have exceeded one million']
[Congratulations again, host! You have achieved the achievement 'First Victory in the Arena']
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the common title 'Male Mom']
[I Want a Male Mother - This title is awarded when the host spends 3 billion or more spirit stones on the trial and leads the sect disciples to victory.]
[Company's current reputation value: 45, matching the title 'Dark Horse Rise']
[A total of four unnamed blind boxes have been given away and added to the system inventory]
[Current number of blind boxes remaining: four]
At the moment the match ended, the number of viewers in the live stream chat had exceeded two million, with viewers repeating the phrase "The new emperor ascends the throne" like a broken record.
Fang Zhuo switched to the official live stream main interface, purchased the highest level membership, bought 48 hours of pinned bullet comments, and then posted a recruitment notice in the live stream.
Giant Sect is hiring for positions including cafeteria cook, cleaner, advertising planner, and copywriter.
[Free meals and accommodation; upon joining, you will immediately enjoy a cave dwelling with a spiritual energy concentration of 17.28 times the normal level, with an area of 135 square meters, which can meet your daily meditation needs; the canteen provides high-grade spiritual food for three meals a day]
[Starting salary of 30,000 spirit stones per month. Requires a certificate of no criminal record, no history of prostitution, gambling, or drugs issued by the Sect Alliance Association, and a good credit history.]
[In addition, the Giant Sect will simultaneously launch a management trainee program, recruiting only high-potential cultivators who have not yet entered the sect or are in the Qi Refining stage. Joining this program will allow one to become an inner disciple of the sect.]
[Besides cave dwellings and spiritual food, inner disciples can enjoy unlimited cultivation resources such as pills and injections, a monthly salary of 100,000 spirit stones, and priority in selecting treasures from secret realms.]
[Number of Management Trainees to be recruited: Four]
As soon as this pinned message was posted, the entire live stream room was like a pot of water that had been boiled, and all the comments started to get excited.
[Over the next two months, you will see all major sects' operations come to a complete standstill, and all the high-ranking elders are secretly preparing to become cleaners at the Giant Sect.]
[Did Brother Fang not do any market research before posting the job advertisement? Offers like a free, spiritually rich cave dwelling upon joining usually mean they don't need to pay employees. Let alone pay them, not even charging them to work is already incredibly generous...]
[17.28x? ??? The spiritual energy concentration in the high-level exclusive cultivation room I booked at the Talisman Sect is only 1.95x, how did they manage to achieve 17x? Did Brother Fang move the secret realm to his home?]
[I don't want a salary, I can pay an extra 10,000 spirit stones every month, can I go to work tomorrow?]
[Don't bother rolling this up, because your brother Fang isn't short of money^^]
My stomach is ready, poised to devour the Giants' Sect's cafeteria until I'm a giant myself!
[It's hard to imagine how many resumes the management trainee program receives; even a courier would be exhausted from taking energy pills.]
His gaze fell on the last comment: In a dilapidated building on the outskirts of the city, the boy's fingertips trembled slightly.
Management Trainee Program...
Moreover, the recruitment is only open to Qi Refining stage cultivators and mortals, so wouldn't he have another chance?
No matter how slim the hope, he had to at least try.
Two years ago, he graduated from a junior college in Jinghe City, Jin'ou Province, majoring in array design and theory. This was a position that small sects would almost never recruit for, so he could only focus his applications on medium and large sects.
In his first year after graduation, he had a brief hope, but during the recruitment season, he applied to several companies without receiving any response. His resume didn't even pass the initial screening of major companies.
By the end of the second year, a small to medium-sized startup sect finally agreed to give him an on-site interview for an outsourcing position.
"Shang An, right? You graduated at the beginning of last year. Can you tell me what you've been doing for the past two years since you graduated?"
Shang An was so anxious that he swallowed several times before nervously explaining, "In the past two years, I have been actively applying for positions in various sects and have also enrolled in many training courses related to formations to enrich myself."
The interviewer didn't respond to his explanation, but frowned and continued, "You should have looked into the working hours of the Long-Term Gu Sect on the recruitment software before you came here. This position is outsourced, and the Long-Term Gu Sect is fully responsible for your assessment."
"Here, we start work at 6:30 in the morning and finish at 2:00 in the morning. We get half a day off every month. After get off work, employees can cultivate on their own, and the sect will not interfere with this time."
"In addition, the Long-Term Gu Sect has a monthly ranking of overtime hours, and internally cultivation resources are allocated according to the overtime ranking. The employee with the longest overtime hours can receive up to 1.3 low-grade pills. Is this treatment acceptable?"
Shang An nodded emphatically.
If he could outmaneuver his colleagues, wouldn't he be able to get a whole low-grade pill every month?
The owner of this small sect is indeed a Foundation Establishment expert who jumped ship from one of the nine major sects; he's very generous.
For a college graduate who took a two-year gap year, starting their career with this job is like a dream come true.
Mortals in the desolate hills who have no opportunity to cultivate immortality can only serve as the lowest-level consumables. They belong to the public property of the sect alliance. Let alone accumulating money, it is already quite difficult for mortals to leave as little debt as possible for their descendants.
Fortunately, he graduated from a specialized college for cultivating immortality, which gave him the opportunity to work for a legitimate sect.
Thinking of this, Shang An straightened his back slightly.
However, the interviewer simply grunted "hmm," flipped through his resume, and asked with dissatisfaction, "Why are you still only at the second level of Qi Refining?"
Shang An: "I'm progressing very quickly, and I guarantee I can break through to the third level within five years."
The interviewer shook his head: "I only let you come here to give it a try because your major is a good fit. We usually only give interview opportunities to students who graduated from top universities. But not only is your academic background inferior to that of university students, you are also so lazy in your self-improvement."
"Looking at it this way, your nine-level internship experience doesn't quite match the job description. This job requires designing illusion arrays, while your previous project experience was all related to teleportation arrays and attack arrays."
"Oh well, it's not like there's absolutely no way out."
“Our labor service company has a long-term partnership with the Changcheng Gu Sect. Their monthly salary is 1,200 spirit stones. If you agree to give us 80% of your first year’s salary, we can consider it… You know what I mean.”
Fearing the labor agency might back out, Shang An immediately agreed.
But after waiting at home for more than half a month, he still hadn't received any message from the carrier pigeon.
Later, I heard from the next group of interviewees that the labor agency later introduced the position to a college student who was willing to return all of his salary for the first five years to the agency.
Shang An felt like he was about to be rolled into a pancake.
At school, he ranked first in GPA for three consecutive years. His teachers praised him highly, and his classmates also praised him for his talent in formation design.
During his school years, he participated in a ninth-level internship and more than ten simulated innovation projects. He was clearly working harder than his classmates, so why couldn't he even find a job in a small sect after graduation?
Looking at the pinned comments on the arena battle, he regained his confidence, took out a loan to buy a carrier pigeon service for twelve spirit stones per use, and attached his resume to the mailbox.
After browsing the forum, he saw someone say that the number of applicants for the Giant Sect Management Trainee Program had exceeded 100 million in the past five days, which was even more exaggerated than one in ten thousand.
After all, the Giants Sect recruits mortals who haven't even joined yet. For ordinary people who don't fully have personal freedom, this is their chance to rise to the top in one step.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the legendary Sect Master Fang was the teacher of the entire world; no other sect had ever been so generous.
Other positions are also extremely popular. It is said that a sect leader from a major sect secretly applied for a cafeteria support position, only to bump into two elders from the same sect during the interview.
With such a disparate acceptance rate and such a strong pool of applicants, he no longer had any hope of passing the resume screening for the management trainee program.
There are hundreds of millions of people in the entire wasteland watching this plan, and there must be countless young people like him who are having sleepless nights in the dim environment, all hoping that good luck will come to them.
Resigned to his fate, Shang An rolled over on the straw mat in the equipment room of the unfinished building. He opened the edited video of Sect Master Fang's arena match and replayed it over and over on his shattered phone screen, trying to put himself in the first-person perspective and experience the feeling of spending billions.
He was already thinking that he might as well give up cultivating immortality altogether and re-register as a mortal.
The next second, he suddenly saw a carrier pigeon flying in mid-air.
This pigeon was much more presentable than the ordinary one he had sent out. Its feathers were groomed better than his own hair, and the tips of the feathers even had a faint golden hue.
Opening the letter tube tied to the carrier pigeon's leg revealed a brief, official notification—
[Dear Shang An:]
Thank you for your interest in the Giant Clan Management Trainee Program. To further enhance our mutual understanding, please attend an in-person interview at Cangmang Mountain No. 1 next Tuesday at 2 PM.
Travel expenses and lost wages will be reimbursed five times, and a gift bag will be provided.
Please arrange your time in advance. Wishing you a successful interview!
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