Chapter 99 Max-Level Guild
After collecting all the passengers' information, the train suddenly made a turn in the air and flew straight towards the nearest government building.
Before getting off the train, Fang Zhuoneng could clearly feel that other passengers in the nearby carriages were subtly casting glances in his direction.
The nearby squad chattered amongst themselves, glancing towards the car door with a mix of obvious interest and laughter.
"Seriously? There are actually idiots who want to create their own guild? Do they really think the dungeon world is just a game?"
"He probably doesn't understand how important the new player recommendation mechanism is. If he misses these three official recommendation opportunities, it will be harder than climbing to heaven for him to join a major guild in the future."
"Hilarious! Are you going to remind him?"
"What's the point of reminding him? People like him who don't know what's good for them will behave once they see the price list for self-built guilds. Maybe we'll even see him handing out his resume at our booth next time."
"Wait, you reminded me, I need to post something on the player forum, this person is just too weird..."
The long-dormant Yi Dian Dian in my mind was suddenly enraged and shouted: [Host, go up and beat them up! Beat these stinking bastards until they can't take care of themselves, until they can't even poop!]
Fang Zhuo: [...Calm down. If you can solve something with your fingers, don't use your hands. If I had your brain, I would have died five hundred times over.]
Yi Dian Dian sent a crying emoji: [Host, your words are so hurtful, please stop scolding me!]
Fang Zhuo glanced down at the team insignia on the chests of those men—
That was one of the top ten guilds in the dungeon world, called the Galaxy Brotherhood. They used a broad recruitment strategy for expansion, and the quality of each wave of new recruits varied greatly.
He ignored them, simply noted down the number on the leader's team badge, and pressed the door open button.
Before the train doors opened, the parrot hanging by the door spoke as a warning:
"Player BF0188, please confirm whether you are getting off at the Government Hall stop. Getting off will be considered as automatically forfeiting an official recommendation opportunity. The price for creating your own guild starts at 1,000 Hell Coins. Please confirm that your account balance meets this requirement."
Fang Zhuo ignored the parrot as well and got out of the car expressionlessly.
The government service hall is one of the few high-rise buildings in the city, with more than ten floors. Very few players are there to conduct business; the appointment board in the hall indicates that the most popular service is reporting lost wristbands.
There was no one queuing at the window for the newly established guild. He didn't even take a number and just sat down at the window.
A thin man in a pink dress sat by the window, indifferently handing over a piece of paper:
"Sir, please take a look at this price list before proceeding with your business."
"The lowest tier of guild can accommodate ten people and costs 1,000 ghost coins; I personally recommend the second tier, which can accommodate thirty people, but the price only doubles, making it the most cost-effective tier."
Fang Zhuo took the price list and glanced at it casually.
There are fifteen different guild pricing tiers. The highest tier not only includes a capacity of up to 3,000 people, but also comes with advanced features such as in-guild messaging, real-time bullet comments visible to players, and guild members following you in dungeons.
He circled the glittering gold-plated package at the top of the card with a black pen: "Wristband swipe".
The man in the pink dress listlessly took the card.
Having worked at the guild service window in the government service hall for over twenty years, he has seen 90% of the players leave sheepishly after looking at the price list, and another 5% force themselves to choose a lower-priced package.
The few remaining straightforward people were mostly high-ranking members of various guilds, who were just there to handle some upgrade-related matters.
Judging from the color of the wristband, the person across the window is clearly a novice, and most likely one of those idiots who tries to appear knowledgeable but is actually quite inexperienced.
The man in the pink dress typed rapidly on the keyboard, having already entered the lowest setting information into the system.
Just to be safe, he glanced at the circle on the card and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Is this new player crazy, or is he just insane, registering for the highest-level guild right off the bat?
There are very few level 15 guilds in the entire dungeon world right now, and level 10 is considered a large guild. It's unbelievable that a newbie can start with the level cap maxed out.
He took the card, scanned it, and exclaimed in shock:
"Sir, are you sure you want to register a guild at this tier? Actually, you can choose a lower tier first, and come back to upgrade later if needed..."
"Sure."
Upon hearing the notification sound indicating successful payment, the man in the pink dress opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a whole ping-pong ball.
Are all newbies this rich these days? They can accumulate over 300,000 Hell Coins in just a few dungeons??
Where did they get so much cash? Did they kill the big boss in every dungeon?
I'm so envious. There are so many rich people in the world, why can't there be one more like him?
His window had never handled such a large transaction before. The very next second after the service order was submitted to the higher-level department, the manager walked out of his office with a frown:
"Did you make a mistake with the amount? I just sent the application back; please resubmit it."
"No, no." The man in the pink dress immediately shoved the card and payment record into the boss's face.
Before he could explain further, his colleagues at the next window gathered around, exchanging expressions of shock.
The man in the pink dress trembled slightly with nervousness as he handed over the guild emblem and credentials.
The man on the other side must have more than 300,000 in his account to be able to casually spend 300,000 ghost coins to register for the highest-level guild. To exaggerate, he might even have more than a million in his account.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble as he volunteered, "Sir, may I have the honor of joining your Giants Guild?"
Fang Zhuo glanced at his watch: "I'll be posting job openings on the forum this afternoon. You can check it out if you're interested."
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely keep an eye on it."
Before he turned to leave the government hall, he could still hear the excited and gossipy chatter of the staff inside.
Open the player forum, and the most discussed topic is undoubtedly the safe house.
The mermaid has been streaming intensively these past few days, attracting many players to "explore the store," gradually creating a scale effect.
Currently, the safe houses are almost full at all times. Often, a new player moves in the second after the house is cleaned with one click.
The e-sports rooms and card rooms, which are cheaper than single rooms, are also surprisingly popular. Combined with the revenue from selling energy drinks, the safe house can generate more than 100,000 yuan in revenue every day.
This also means that every day when Fang Zhuo wakes up in bed, he receives more than one million yuan in rebates.
At this rate, he should be able to recoup all the investment he made in the real estate in just three quarters at most.
As a monopolistic industry within the dungeon world, coupled with the stable consumer demand that has persisted for thousands of years, the profit margin will visibly reach an alarming figure over time.
Perhaps this is the joy of being a landlord.
Simple, easy, and unpretentious.
He doesn't need to spend too much energy on it, nor does he need to personally plan each project; he can earn a lot of money while lying down.
His only task now is to hire enough employees and continue to expand the business.
Fang Zhuo continued scrolling down the forum and easily found the posts made by the people who had openly discussed him on the train—
[I can't believe it! I met a newbie on the train today who wanted to create a new guild right away. The train attendant reminded him that creating a guild would cost at least 1,000 ghost coins, but he still insisted on getting off the train to save face. Is it so hard to admit that you don't have money?]
They've already been sent to the infinite dungeon world, what's the point of saving face, right? [ID BF0188]
[1L: I'm used to it; every year there are these overconfident newcomers.]
[2L: The government service hall is quite far from the residential area, isn't it? Didn't anyone else in your car try to stop him?]
[OP: You can't reason with a stubborn person, haha]
[3L: Why did you reveal their ID number? That's practically calling them out. I suggest you delete this.]
[4L: So what if it gets exposed? It's a fact that this newbie is incredibly stupid. He's broke but tries to act tough. This account will probably be deactivated next month.^^]
Perhaps because the topic of new players creating new guilds was too offensive, hundreds of replies quickly accumulated within just a few hours.
Fang Zhuo didn't use an anonymous account; instead, he posted a job advertisement under the thread using his main account.
[618L (BF0188): Giant Guild is recruiting for all players and bosses within the dungeon. The guild is currently level 15 and is recruiting for positions including one Safe House Healer, four Rotating Senior Bodyguards, five Cleaners, as well as positions for guild daily operations management and copywriting/marketing.]
[Basic positions start at 5,000 ghost coins, while senior positions such as bodyguards start at 50,000 per month. Please send your resume and personal introduction directly to my email address.]
[Additionally, the guild is recruiting promising new players. Interested individuals can apply directly via email.]
As soon as the announcement was released, the post was immediately pushed back to the homepage, and Fang Zhuo's backend received countless likes and replies.
[619L: The slap in the face came so quickly. I wasn't talking about number 188, I was talking about the original poster.]
[620L: So, when you were mocking the newbie in the newly formed guild, did you ever consider that this newbie might be the owner of the safe house?]
[621L: Daddy, take me away! I'm your biological daughter, even though we're not related by blood! Don't you recognize me? Waaaaah! Since it's our own company, I don't need to go through the recruitment process, can't you just give me 50,000 ghost money as a salary?]
[622L: Brother! My half-brother, come and pick up your brother whom you haven't seen for over twenty years!]
[623L: While you guys were making witty remarks, the smart people had already submitted their resumes.]
[624L: Is there a mistake in the salary? Is there an extra zero? 5,000 ghost coins a month for a cleaner? Isn't that a bit exaggerated? I have a friend who's already a mid-level boss in a dungeon and he still doesn't get that salary.]
[625L: Rich people even have such simple and straightforward IDs. "Get rich 188", when will I be able to have such an auspicious leopard number ID?]
[OP: I'm so sorry, 188-ge. I was blind and overestimated myself. Please forgive my foolishness. I deeply regret and apologize for our team's words and actions. We will definitely not talk about others casually in the future. I'm really, really sorry!]
The post quickly garnered over a thousand replies, and someone even posted a separate thread detailing the Giant Guild's recruitment benefits.
The president of the Brotherhood of the Galactic Empire reacted quickly, immediately issuing a statement to distance himself from the matter:
"To clean up the guild's atmosphere, the Galaxy Brotherhood has expelled the three players involved and added the original poster to the joint blacklist of major guilds. Thank you for your oversight!"
Lying in the penthouse suite of the Fancheng Central Hotel, Fang Zhuo closed the forum and browsed through the emails he received.
His gaze fell on the application list, and he saw more than one familiar name.
...Wait a minute, how come his former bodyguard employee is a top-tier dungeon boss?
Fang Zhuo stared intently at the line of resume:
[Fu Zhaoyu, a permanent boss in the Endless Assassins dungeon, ranked among the top 100 in strength according to the character encyclopedia. His primary abilities are sensory control and illusion construction, and his secondary ability is swordsmanship.]
...You worried for nothing. The young man in ancient style seems to be doing quite well in the dungeon world.
Their skill level ranks in the top 100, and they even have a tailor-made high-level dungeon, making their lives much better than most ordinary players who struggle to make ends meet.
Although it was a bit of a surprise, it was good news for him.
The name at the end of the job posting was even more surprising. If I remember correctly, this young man named Yan Changyun was an important character in the main characters' group later in the original book, and also one of their main henchmen.
Now the original male lead has disappeared, and Yan Changyun was not picked up in the first dungeon. Even after clearing the fourth dungeon, he remained lukewarm in popularity.
Because his appearance was out of step with the mainstream values of the entire dungeon world, Yan Changyun probably kept running into obstacles in the interview process of various guilds, which is why he sent his resume to him.
In short, this is another potential stock that you can buy at a bargain price.
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Author's Note: Please add the following book to your upcoming column: "Old Lady, But an Infinite Dungeon Cleaner"
If I collect enough copies, I'll release this in my next book.
Copywriting:
Wang Liping worked hard for her three sons her whole life, leaving them a house as compensation for their demolished property and 200,000 yuan in cash.
In the end, all she received were her sons' greedy accusations and her grandson's disdainful glares.
Forced by circumstances, Wang Liping returned to her rural hometown, where she lived in poverty and had no one to care for her.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back twenty years in the past.
At that time, the house had not yet been demolished, and she was still in good health. Wang Liping decisively severed ties with her sons and moved into the best nursing home in the city with cash.
On the same day that she finished greeting her roommates at the nursing home, Wang Liping found an unexpected job posting—
[Position: Cleaner at the copy company]
Monthly salary: 25,000 yuan
[Benefits: Shuttle bus service, paid annual leave, and you can take any items left behind in the dungeon.]
[Job Requirements: Bold yet meticulous, with strong mental fortitude; those with relevant experience in the field are preferred]
No age limit
Wang Liping: Okay, now that we've covered the advantages of this job, what about the disadvantages?
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