Chapter 276: Recruiting! Who wants to follow me and enjoy the good life? !
Song Mang nodded. "Yes, I gave you a little more this month. It is indeed 13 million. You are so efficient, so I really need to give you more."
When you go back later, remember to tell Yan Zhe that I really like the gift he gave me, and I will give him a year-end bonus when I go back later."
The Sword Master was shocked. "Boss!!! His monthly salary is already 100 million! And you're also giving him a year-end bonus. Doesn't that mean his monthly salary is 200 million? That's too much!"
Song Mang patted him on the shoulder and said, "He's a technician. We'll have to rely on him to research our weapons and equipment in the future. What if he runs away if we don't pay him well?"
Look at the effect of the 100 missiles exploding just now. Isn’t it cool? Isn’t it awesome? If you like this effect, I’ll ask Yan Zhe to make another 100 and give them to you to play with. "
The Sword Master thought about it and felt that what Song Mang said made some sense.
He asked, "Okay, boss, if I play with a hundred paper missiles, do you want to deduct my salary?"
"No need, I'll let you play."
Song Mang added earnestly, "Sword Saint, you don't have to be jealous of his salary. If he weren't a technician, I wouldn't have offered him such a high salary.
Of all the weird things, I still trust you the most, so I always ask you to deliver food. When you become more capable, I will give you a raise."
"Okay!"
The Sword Master was excited.
Other eavesdropping ghosts: ???
I'm already making 13 million a month, isn't that enough? And I want it to keep going up? That's not the way to brag!
As for the 200 million salary they mentioned, there is nothing weird about it and I don’t dare to believe it. I just think that these two people are bragging.
"Speaking of which..."
Song Mang looked at the black-robed ghosts again, "How much do you get paid per month for working for the ancient emperor?"
As soon as the words fell, Song Mang saw a surge of anger in the eyes of the black-robed ghost in the lead.
"This is not your concern!"
Another ghost figure nearby also spoke, "Given our abilities, we follow the Castle Lord not for these material gains, but for something far more noble! How could you mortals possibly understand?"
"Powered by love, right?"
Song Mang suddenly understood.
"That means you don't have a dime, right?"
Before the ghosts could say anything, Song Mang looked at them with a bit of disdain and said, "No wonder your equipment is so poor. Each of you is above the level of Ghost King, yet you're still wearing a pitch-black, tattered robe. You're being so mysterious, are you actually trying to cover up the fact that you can't afford nice clothes?
Oh, and I see you guys don't even have a car or a horse for travel. Are you still floating on the road? Even the employees in my company drive supercars."
“????”
The ghost couldn't stand it anymore and roared, "Can you please stop bragging? Do you think we don't know about supercars? Even though we died early, we still understand the current society!"
A supercar is a super sports car. In the human world, it would sell for millions or even tens of millions. Even in the underworld, it's a rare thing. My master only has one, and it was borrowed from someone else!
"Yeah, yeah, paper supercars aren't even sold on spooky apps, so we have to ask a big shot to buy them for us! The fees start at tens of millions of ghost money!"
Song Mang glanced at the Sword Saint beside him and said, "Is tens of millions of ghost money expensive? Of all the cars I have, I think supercars are the hardest to drive."
The Sword Master bowed and said, "Of course it's not expensive for you. You can easily buy hundreds or thousands of them. But for these big complainers who generate electricity for love and can only earn enough to eat every month, it is a sky-high price."
After hearing what the man and the ghost said, the anger values of those black-robed ghosts soared, their aura became stronger and stronger, and their murderous intent became more and more serious!
Song Mang's paper villa was crumbling and was shrouded in a thick layer of blood-red murderous aura.
This terrifying murderous intent is even more terrifying than the aura revealed by the Sword Saint!
Just as the leading black-robed ghost raised the sickle in his hand again, ready to command these ghosts to attack, Song Mang suddenly brought out a bunch of paper sports cars.
She put the paper sports cars on the ground and took out a bunch of paper tanks and paper fighter jets.
"As for these means of transportation, I think heavily armored tanks and fighter jets are more useful. Not only are they fast, they also have both offensive and defensive capabilities."
All the ghosts opened their eyes wide, staring at the paper figures intently.
Song Mang added, "Although I've recruited quite a few bodyguards, they're not very strong and the team isn't formal. I'd like to recruit some formal teams. Then I'll equip the bodyguard team with paper fighter jets and heavy armored tanks. How cool would they be when they go out!"
Song Mang raised his head, looked at the black-robed ghost in the lead, and said, "Why don't you just come work with me? The minimum wage here is 100,000 a month."
Song Mang also counted the number of ghosts in the villa and took out several stacks of paper money for the dead and placed them on the ground.
"You have seventeen of them here. Here are seventeen stacks of ghost money, each stack weighing one hundred thousand..."
Before Song Mang could finish his words, the ghost leader said, "I have said it before, we are not doing this for money, but for a common ideal! People like you will not understand!"
Song Mang: "Each of you will receive 100,000 yuan first, which is considered a signing fee. After signing, I will burn top-level armor shrouds for you, and each of you will have a heavy armor tank and a fighter plane. The first year, you will receive 500,000 yuan a month, and the salary will increase in the second year based on your ability."
The leading ghost said disdainfully, "My soldiers have experienced brutal wars in their lifetimes and continue to fight in the underworld after death. They are all men of unwavering resolve. How could they be seduced by such a small favor from you?"
The ghost pointed the sickle in his hand at Song Mang, "All soldiers, listen to my order, capture her and send her to the arena!"
result.
No ghost moving!
After a long while, a ghost figure finally spoke up and said, "Boss, this isn't a small favor. This is a monthly salary of 500,000, plus top-level armor and two cutting-edge paper-made modern weapons!
We follow the young master for the Emperor's sake, but we also have to eat! He only gives us fifty ghost money a month, which is less than other weird things. He really treats us as fools!
I heard that the ghost kings out there, if they occupy a city and become the king, and then recruit some subordinates, they can easily make tens of thousands of dollars a month! With our strength, we only make fifty yuan each. Do you think that's reasonable?"
The leading ghost said in a deep voice, "Don't let me fool you! Do you know whether these paper figurines of hers are real or fake? Also, can she really pay her the 500,000 yuan monthly salary? It's 500,000 yuan a month, not 50,000 yuan a month!"
With so many of you, 500,000 a month is a huge sum of money, which even His Majesty the Qin Emperor may not have!
If you betray the young master for this, His Majesty will not forgive you if he finds out!"
The other ghosts fell silent.
He added, "Everyone, I know you're not money-hungry people. We're all striving for the same goal. What's a little hardship now? A human being should have dreams, even a ghost! If a person loses his dreams..."
Song Mang: "What's the difference between that and having no worries?"
General Gui: ???
"What era is this? Who hasn't endured hardships? What's wrong with following me and enjoying delicious food and spicy drinks?"
Song Mang sneered, took out the 500,000 yuan salary of the 17 ghost generals here, and spread a large area of 10,000 yuan ghost money on the ground.
"Come on, come on, follow me and get your 500,000 yuan salary this month. You can use it right away!"
Some ghosts couldn't help but come over to collect the paper money for the dead, but before they could touch it, a powerful pressure enveloped the villa.
"Let's see who dares to betray Lord Qin!"
A cold and violent voice came from the air.
Those ghosts can't move!
immediately.
There was a loud bang.
Suddenly, something smashed a big hole above the paper villa, and a cage shining with golden light fell towards Song Mang!
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