Sigma's face instantly lit up with joy. The district chief is a senior executive in the industrial park, and the next level up is the deputy director. Moreover, the district chief's salary is quite generous, and if the park's production performance is excellent, there will be additional commissions and bonuses, etc.
"Thank you, Director Sally, for your trust. I, Sigma, swear hereby that I will make the Third Park the best production park!" Sigma patted his chest and promised solemnly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, Sigma's heart was filled with joy and pride, thinking that he had finally made it and become a superior person!
I am the director of the third park of the Arcane City Industrial Park!
Even though he was separated from his family, he still achieved success with his own abilities! It is true that gold will always shine!
However, the Lord of Plague's dissatisfied voice came from his mind. It rolled its eyes and said unhappily, "It has nothing to do with you. It's all my fault. If I hadn't tricked these believers into working for you, would you have come this far? I am your noble god! Sigma!"
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Sigmar quickly responded. After all, it could bring him tangible benefits, and he didn't want to argue with the Lord of Plague at this time.
Afterwards, Sigma began to lead people to register this group of believers of the Ancient God Cult.
That’s right, these people are the believers of the Ancient God Cult brought by the Lord of Plague.
In the Ancient God Cult, the Lord of Plague has an extremely high status. As long as he issues an order, these devout believers will do their best to complete it.
At this moment, the order given by the Lord of Plague was to work in the factory and then make money to integrate into the city, so they did it without hesitation.
For them, they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Lord of Plague, so working in a factory is a piece of cake.
Sigma sat down on the chair, looked up at Sally, and asked, "Director, how much are you going to pay my brothers and sisters?"
"Brothers and sisters?" Sally looked at the goblins, orcs, goblins and other creatures who were queuing up obediently in the team, and her heart was full of surprise. These guys were actually his "brothers and sisters"?
Sally coughed lightly and said, "Sigma, I can offer your group of people a wage of twenty-three copper coins an hour."
"Two silvers and three bronzes? Hmm... Director, I understand." Sigma sat at the front and began to register this group of Ancient God followers.
Then, Sigma turned around and said to the people in line in a calm tone: "Well, the wages are tentatively set at one silver coin per hour. Can you accept it?"
"What the hell?" Sally was so shocked that she almost jumped up when she heard what Sigma said.
She stared at Sigma with wide eyes in disbelief, wondering, is this guy kidding me?
I know that he wants to act as an intermediary and take commission, which is an unwritten rule in the park, but isn't he too cruel?
He took more than half of the money in one go. Even the black brokers are not as black as him!
How could anyone accept such conditions? Isn't this clearly an attempt to drive people away?
Sally hurried forward, wanting to say something.
At this moment, she saw that the group of people in the queue not only had no dissatisfaction, but were excitedly clamoring to enter the factory and work quickly.
Sally was completely dumbfounded. What was going on?
Are these people stupid? Are you acceptable to this kind of wages?
Where did Sigma find these "brothers and sisters"?
In Sigmar's mind, the Lord of Plague heard the wages he quoted and was immediately furious: "Asshole, how could you leave them so much money? That's a silver coin! I think you should take it all away and let them go out and find something to eat! How can you make the decision on your own!"
“How can you be so selfish!” Sigma retorted, “Lord of Plague, you are going too far. Think about it, your followers are all blessed with ‘faith’, and each of them has the ‘magic power’ you have bestowed upon them. They can definitely work eighteen hours a day. If you let them go out to find food by themselves, wouldn’t that be a waste of time?”
Sigma paused and continued, "Why not give up this part of the money and go to the cafeteria in the park... No, we can rent a window in the cafeteria and sell food to them to ensure that they don't die. As for accommodation, the eight-person dormitory provided by the park for free is just right!"
After Sigma finished speaking, the Lord of Plague was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, you are right. But isn't eighteen hours a day a little too little? I can completely 'contaminate' them and turn them into tireless working machines."
“Shut up!” Sigmar yelled. “Although I’m very tempted, this is too obvious. If the power of the Old God is discovered, it will be disastrous! We can’t lose the big picture for the sake of the small!”
Sigma snorted, secretly admiring his own cleverness.
The Lord of Plague thought about it and felt that what Sigma said made sense, so he said, "Okay, you decide."
Sigma snorted twice in triumph, turned his head and looked at the industrial park behind him, thinking to himself: "Merlin, Merlin, you never thought that I would have a chance to turn things around! I will bring the followers of the Lord of Plague to work like crazy for you and earn a lot of gold coins from you. This is my 'revenge'!"
Of course, Merlin didn't know what Sigma was thinking.
If he knew this, he would definitely say with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Yes, yes, that's right! Go ahead and make a lot of money from me, don't feel sorry for me!"
If Merlin knew that the followers of the Ancient God Cult were so useful, he might have half-jokingly thought about making him the leader of the Ancient God Cult.
Outside the Arcane City, in an Ancient God Cult stronghold hidden in the mountains, the atmosphere is tense and heated.
The elders of the Ancient God Cult were in a hurry. One of the oldest elders stood on a high place and shouted loudly, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! The great being is mobilizing people to go to the Arcane City. It is obvious that there is a big move! We must fully support it! All believers listen up, quickly prepare, and set off immediately!"
The believers below responded one after another, hurriedly packing their luggage, their faces full of fanaticism and loyalty.
At the same time, in the City Hall of the Arcane City, Merlin sat behind a large desk, holding a report in his hands, his face full of astonishment.
He raised his head and asked Alex standing in front of him in disbelief: "Are you saying that those members of the Ancient God Cult who came to apply for ID cards before all went to work in my park?"
Electrolux nodded seriously and said in a solemn tone, "That's right, Master Merlin. According to our intelligence, these people seem to have entered the park in an organized manner. I seriously suspect that they are planning a big plan. It's impossible that they are just going to the park to work and make money, right?"
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