Chapter 187: The Rose Factory

Bai Liu is still in the game, and although these people have signed a contract, they still have to wait for Bai Liu to come out before they can trade souls, which means Bai Liu is splitting up the Scavenging Guild first, and then waiting for these people to get their stuff before they can make a subsequent trade.

As he watched the guild members excitedly signing contracts with Muke one by one, Mu Sicheng, who was standing on the sidelines, frowned and felt keenly that something was not right, he had a familiar feeling of being screwed ......

But he couldn't tell us exactly what he was talking about.

...... At a glance, it seems that these members are indeed taking advantage of Bai Liu, after all, the soul has not yet been given, but first got the management of the guild, such an advantage is not worth taking, no capital is worthwhile!

But the very fact that Bai Liu was taken advantage of in advance struck Mu Sicheng as unbelievable.

After Muke handed out the documents, Mu Sicheng sneaked up on Muke and asked in a low voice, "...... What's the drug you're selling in the gourd? Bai Liu is not the kind of conscientious seller who delivers the goods first and receives the money later."

In line with Bai Liu's usual style of shady merchants, the goods are usually paid for first and shipped later, with no refunds if the goods are not right.

Muke kept a polite and reserved smile on his face, tilted his head back slightly and put a little distance between himself and the approaching Mu Sicheng, he swept a glance at Mu Sicheng and asked in a nonchalant tone, "...... what do you think is the most valuable thing in this lowly guild? What is it?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned by Muke's rhetorical question.

What is the most valuable thing in this guild?

...... high quality props in the prop library, top secret information in the database, high guild savings points, organized references to various replicas - all of these things that are used to attract players to join a regular guild are not available in this scavenging guild.

The few high level items and points in the guild are carried by Miao family and their son, and have been scavenged by Bai Liu in the last round of games.

The information and pass references are for low-level players who want to get through the game again, but Bai Liu, a psychotic player who jumps one difficulty level at a time, never plays the latest game, and all the guilds' databases in the game put together don't always have the reference material available in them.

Mu Sicheng seemed to realise something and he turned his head, his eyes frozen, to the ordinary players who were cajoling for contracts, full of jubilation.

--There is nothing left in this scavenging guild, it has long been emptied into an empty shell by Bai Liu, and the most valuable thing in it now are the regular players that are left.

In other words, Bai Liu has just sold an empty shell to these players in thousands of copies and made these players think they are the owners of this empty shell.

In such a situation, these bottom players will definitely double their efforts to develop this shell guild, filling it with stuff, so whether these people's souls will be sold to Bai Liu as promised or not, Bai Liu will not lose out at all.

Because what he is selling is simply an air-robed bomb that looks like it blows up loud enough to bluff, but nothing works inside.

And these people will desperately try to fill up this air cannonball that Bai Liu sold them and send it back to Bai Liu with gratitude ......

It's calculated to squeeze every last ounce of productivity out of these dead bottom-feeders back into the light!

Is this even fucking human!!! This is a total lie!

Mu Sicheng held back, but couldn't resist turning to Muke, who had a calm face, and pressing him, "This is too damaging!"

Mu Sicheng has suffered a lot as a casual player who has been playing solo for a long time, but Mu Sicheng has a youthful empathy for these bottom-feeders who are really being squeezed to desperation.

After all, these people could well be the future of the man who could not afford to fly solo in the first place - forced to join the guild and then squeezed until he lost every last ounce of value.

"If we don't, these people will be dead soon." Muke, the young master, had an aura of calmness about him that was well-honed when faced with this kind of deal, pushing his glasses off the bridge of his nose and giving Mu Sicheng an indifferent glance with his side light, his tone normal, "What do you think is trapping them?"

"Many of the employees under my father were exactly like these people, met in the factory and died rather than leave, some indeed could not afford to leave, while others were afraid, afraid that they would not survive if they left their positions."

"They will think of ways to block others or machines from replacing themselves, to block the modernisation of the whole factory, but in the end, when the rapid factory conversion, the revolution in mechanical technology, or the economic crisis comes, these people who are delayed in their place are the first to be eliminated."

Muke withdrew his gaze: "But you know what would happen if you gave every employee in there a share of the profits and gave them a completely new factory?"

"What's going to happen?" Mu Sicheng asked.

"...... Everyone in that factory was desperately trying to grow the factory and keep themselves, and everyone else, alive." Muke lowered his eyes and said softly, "No matter how cruel the circumstances, not a single employee was laid off at that factory until the end."

Mu Sicheng looks on in awe at the hall where the contracts are being signed in an uproar.

On the countless overlapping panels of systems held aloft in the crowd, he saw the words Bai Liu on the contract reflected in the dull eyes of these men, and then reverently wrote his name on the counterpoint.

The faint blue screen of light in the eyes is like faith rising from the ashes.

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Small dark room area.

Bai Liu's small TV has two groups of people facing each other without moving.

The TV was filled with the strong and tall senior members of the King's Guild, and the average height of the low-level players in the Scavenging Guild was about a head short of their height, thus creating an overwhelming sense of superiority, coupled with an overbearing and cross-eyed expression and a constant grunt from their noses.

The Scavengers standing behind Mu Sicheng and Muke can't help but shrink back - they've never seen anything like it!

Many of the players who had previously done the most outrageous thing they could do was to follow Miao Feichi and block Bai Liu, whose highest ambition was to join the King's Guild, now fast forward to fighting the King's Guild and they were screaming in their minds.

You've got a lot of nerve! Can't you take it easy? I've just been given the reins of the guild, you can't bring the guild down!

"I thought no one came to collect Bai Liu's body when he fell to the grave. A man standing at the edge of the room sneered and sneered, "Now people are coming over to the dark room, does it make sense?"

"How does that not make sense." Muke said nonchalantly, eyelids lifting, "Grave bouncing we can't save Bai Liu, but a small dark room is possible."

This was Muke's plan, and after carefully collating most of the players' promotion data, he did some quick calculations in his head to find out where Bai Liu was likely to go from the thousands of divisions in the game - and that was this little dark room.

The hut is actually a very cold area, the average person just stays at the level of knowing, and those who really know how it will fall are basically dead already.

Luckily, Muke is a quick thinker and he had memorized most of the routes and partitions in the game when he entered the game, so he had an impression of the thousands of partitions in the game and was able to dig out this cold partition so quickly.

The rule [in the Graveyard Bounce Zone] is that the numbers have to exceed the last time, which is simply impossible to do under siege.

Because the last time Bai Liu's stats were so good that he was at the tail end of the King's list, there was no way that such a huge amount of likes, favorites, and charges could have been put together by the Scavengers alone, and Muke was sober and calm enough to know that it was impossible to get Bai Liu out of the division when the only card he had was the Scavengers.

But the [small dark room area] before falling completely into [no man's land] is where the system has a [ransom] mechanism set up to squeeze every player's last ounce of value - that is, in this area, to squeeze the last player who is likely to charge up the small TV in order to save you.

So usually this charge amount is not particularly high and is calculated by the system to be the amount of points that the person's backers are likely to be able to come up with.

For example, Bai Liu's [ransom] was 100,000 points - an amount of points that is basically equivalent to the points of Muke Mu Sicheng, plus all the ordinary players in the entire Scavenger Guild combined.

But the only dilemma now was - Muke looked up at the King's Guild members who had stopped in front of them

The human wall made by the King's Guild at the edge of Bai Liu's TV viewing area is now so tightly guarded that, apart from a gaping hole just opened by Mu Sicheng, it has now 'healed' and no seam can be seen. The gap is now "healed" and no seam can be seen.

It was unlikely that these players behind him would be able to rush in by themselves, they would have to try and see if they could tear the breach out from the inside.

It only takes a small tear from the inside for these cowardly guild players to be inspired to follow their adventures and recharge Bai Liu's batteries.

Muke took a deep breath as he turned his hands outward against his wrists and with a clean flip, a pair of dark, shiny daggers appeared in his pale palms.

The King's Guild member on guard took one look at the dagger's appearance and originally tried to take a step backwards warily, but he quickly realised that this was a game lobby and the damage skills of such dagger-like attack props were ineffective.

He gave a dismissive grin and mocked Muke for his height: "Kid, figure out the rules of the game before you flash your dagger, can you ...... use your skills in the game lobby with a dagger?

Muke's face remained unchanged as he raised his dagger and pushed forward, stepping over the King's Guild member like a ghost of a heavy shadow, entering the circle with a stunned look on his face and the abrupt cessation of his words.

[System Alert: Player Muke uses skill (Flash Strike)]

"Who says you have to attack to move a knife?" Muke raised an eyebrow petulantly as he turned his back to this member and without hesitation turned around and elbowed plus gritted his teeth in a shove, "It's a mental value reduction skill with no damage function!"

It was only used by him to move around.

The mouth of the envelope was broken open abruptly.