Chapter 325: 2 Billion Annual Salary to Win the Qin Dynasty's First God of War
This time, the golden light mainly fell on the two living players, and soon the parts of their bodies that had turned into terracotta figurines were restored, and they were no different from normal people.
The two men found that their petrified parts could move, and they looked down at their bodies in disbelief.
"I...my hands can move. I'm recovered?!"
"I can move now! Oh my god, Song Mang is some kind of living Bodhisattva. Not only did he help me recover, he also transferred 100,000 ghost money to my family!"
The two men almost cried with joy.
The other players who were hiding and peeking outside the stone gate were also stunned. They didn't expect that they had actually recovered!
"It's really recovered. Song Mang didn't lie. Those two people even got 100,000 each for free!"
"I understand. Song Mang wants to recover on his own, but he's afraid the altar is unreliable, so he lets them be his test subjects!"
"This experiment is so cool! Not only is his body fine now, but he also got 100,000 ghost coins! 100,000 ghost coins now are much more valuable than 100,000 yuan before!"
While those players were discussing, Song Mang himself stood on the altar and pressed the crescent button.
Not long after, her body recovered.
She looked at her hands and feet. "Not bad, not bad. No difference from the original ones. It seems I need to use the blood moon to recover before my whole body turns into a terracotta warrior. Otherwise, it will be impossible to recover."
When the other players heard this, they excitedly rushed to the altar and tried to climb up.
"Song Mang, Song Mang, help me, I want to recover too, please let me recover!"
"Miss Song, I apologize for my disrespect just now. You are such a kind and good person. Please save me!"
"Song Mang, I'm begging you on my knees, please save me!"
Soon, the altar was filled with people kneeling above and below, crying and begging Song Mang.
Song Mang said coldly, "I gave you a chance, but you couldn't grasp it. This is how the world is now. The chance to survive is fleeting. If you can't grasp it, it's gone.
When I approached you just now, you didn't dare to gamble. You waited until others had tried before coming to me. How could such a good thing happen in this world?
"No--!"
Some people wailed in despair, and looked at Song Mang with resentment in their eyes.
"You could have saved us, so why didn't you do it? We are all human beings, compatriots. How could you be so cruel and watch your compatriots die?"
There was no fluctuation in Song Mang's expression.
She said calmly, "I'm not a Bodhisattva. I won't save anyone who kneels down and cries before me. Besides, a Bodhisattva won't save you just because you worship him."
She glanced at the two rescued players.
"I only know that the chance to live is something you have to fight for yourself. Only those who are willing to fight for it can live longer in this world. Praying to the heavens and the earth, praying to the gods and Buddhas, is not as good as praying to yourself."
Song Mang put away the paper tank and left the underground altar without paying attention to the wailing of the remaining players.
The young man in black clothes had already come out of the tank and cleared out the terracotta warriors in the underground space.
He glanced at the human players who were crying in despair, then looked at Song Mang's back, with a hint of interest in his eyes.
When Song Mang walked out of the stone gate, he suddenly appeared beside Song Mang and asked, "What are you doing outside?"
"Start a company and be the boss."
The young man suddenly realized, "Oh, evil capitalists, no wonder they are so efficient and have so much money."
Song Mang suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, "Didn't I tell you? The evil spirits in my company all have an annual salary of 200,000, and the Rakshasas and ghost generals can get an annual salary of one million, with food, accommodation, medical insurance, and even paper-made luxury supercars.
As for the Ghost Kings and Ghost Immortals, that goes without saying; they all earn hundreds of millions in salary, and often receive bonuses that are doubled."
“???!”
It seems I misunderstood her.
It turns out it was a charity.
The young man in black also stopped and stood there for a long time, with some suspicion in his eyes.
He doubted the authenticity of the treatment Song Mang described.
But he thought about it again, thinking of the more than 2 billion ghost money Song Mang gave him and the treatment he promised him, these treatments seemed insignificant!
Song Mang exchanged a contract from the strange APP and handed it to the young man in black clothes.
"I'm going to do something big later, and the ghosts around me must be ghosts I trust."
Song Mang looked at him and said, "I will definitely keep my promise to you.
Each of your subordinates is a highly capable general. I plan to increase their annual salary to 500,000 each. Bonuses will be calculated based on your team's performance, essentially doubling their annual salary."
Originally, Song Mang promised them an annual salary of 200,000, but she said that the company's evil spirits all earned 200,000 a year, so it was naturally impossible to give them the lowest salary.
"What about me?"
The young man asked.
Song Mang smiled and said, "We're about to sign the contract, shouldn't you tell me your real name?"
The young man looked at her in surprise.
How could she know...
No one could tell that he was impersonating Meng Tian, not even Zhao Gao, who had been with him for so long.
"Not only do I know this, I also know why you pretended to be Meng Tian."
Song Mang said, "Zhao Gao pretended to be Fusu to deceive you, and you also deceived him. You just wanted to use the name of the Qin Lord to recruit these soldiers for your own use.
Although you were a famous general of the Qin State when you were alive, you are unwilling to be inferior to others, and you don't want to be controlled by the Qin Dynasty royal family anymore."
The young man didn't say anything, but took the contract from Song Mang's hand and looked at it carefully.
It says above how he was treated.
Song Mang added, "You and Qin Shi Huang are not from the same era. Perhaps you learned about him from ghosts in later generations, but you definitely underestimated his appeal.
You borrow his name to summon these famous generals and ask them to work for you. But with just one order from the First Emperor, they will betray you immediately, and all your efforts will be wasted.
If you want them to follow you willingly, relying on the influence of one person alone won’t work.”
The young man looked at her curiously, "What does that depend on?"
The corners of her lips curled slightly, "Of course... it depends on money, and on treatment that they can never refuse."
"interesting."
The young man smiled and signed the contract.
When Song Mang saw the name he signed, his pupils shrank slightly.
It’s him!
The first god of war in the Qin Dynasty!
Bai Qi!
After the young man signed the contract, Song Mang quickly snatched it away and said, "You can't go back on your word after signing it! I'll pay you 2 billion yuan a year. No one can offer you such a high salary!"
If you succeed in your rebellion and become the Ghost Emperor, you must protect me as your investor!"
Bai Qi said coldly, "We'll talk about it after you can get out alive. I haven't received the equipment I was promised yet."
Song Mang touched his chin and said, "Tell me, if I give the statue 10 billion ghost coins, can he give me the ancient castle artifact?"
Bai Qi: ???!
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