Chapter 186

Mu Ke held up the trumpet with a blank expression, and survived the last minute in his life that he didn't want to remember, and let this broken horn be called the last word.

After the trumpet shut up, the young master, who had already curled up his toes in embarrassment, continued pretending that nothing happened, but his tone became obviously weaker: "—Bai Liu asked us to come to you to bring you Build a better guild."

The eyes of the players of the Scavenging Guild below looked at the broken copper horn in Mu Ke's hand, paused, and then subtly moved to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.

Although he didn't say anything, Mu Ke read the meaning of "that's it?" from their eyes.

Mu Ke: "..."

The two sides entered into a strange stalemate, as if they didn't know who pressed the pause button.

Mu Sicheng stood in front of the entrance of the hall and never retreated. None of the players present could overturn him and run out.

But at the same time, these people's positions are also very firm. Even if they are trapped here, they will not be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up the right to join the King's Guild to help the newcomers who have never met before and are still under siege. President.

They can survive in this game for so long, and they can't do anything else. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is first-class.

Mu Ke took a deep breath, and raised the horn again, the piercing loudspeaker whistling accompanied by Mu Ke's clear voice echoed in the small low-rent building on the ground floor.

"We will not stop players who want to join the King's Guild. If you want to go, you can go, but the people we want to persuade are those players who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the Great Guild, but have no better way out. "

"If someone is tired of being the target of being squeezed and harvested at the bottom of the guild, no matter how hard they struggle, they just want to live in another place as a leek, living in fear without any dignity and ability, then you can listen to what I have to say, That might give you a very different choice."

Mu Ke's eyes were clear: "After I finish speaking, no matter how you choose, we will let you go."

The players below still didn't believe it, but because of Mu Ke's words, curiosity appeared on their faces.

Although he knew that the ideal choice in Muke's words was unlikely to exist under the current game order, he still wanted to hear what else this young player could say.

Or maybe they still have a little hope, hoping for a better choice than the King's Guild, although they rationally know that this is impossible.

There are very few casual players in the game who can survive without joining the guild.

This is a well-understood survival axiom - in extremely bad situations, such as in this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of individuals alone.

It's like being trapped in the snow in the wilderness. The possibility of a group of people huddling together for warmth is far higher than that of a single person.

Even if the weak in the group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled to please the strong, but if they give up their dignity, they can live longer. This is the way for ordinary people to survive after entering this game, and it is also their The best way to find success is cowardly, but there are reasons to follow.

The crowd squeezing towards Mu Sicheng's exit gradually retreated.

They stared at Mu Ke standing on the table with vigilant and unbelievable eyes, but on the contrary, their bodies stayed around the table where Mu Ke was standing, choosing to stay and listen to the unknown True or false alternatives.

This group of players who have lived in low-rent housing for a long time, their faces are dirty, just like those who have lived in low-rent housing for decades in the normal world, messy, unkempt, and energetic downturn.

After relaxing his eyes and expression, there was a kind of subconscious sluggishness, as if he had been tortured and became mentally abnormal.

These players piled up, squeezed each other and stood together. When they raised their heads and stared at Mu Ke with empty eyes, it reminded him inexplicably of the refugee den.

In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players like this are usually the bottom players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all, and they don't have any other requirements.

Their only requirement is to survive.

Mu Ke stood on a table more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he condescendingly looked around at the people surrounding him.

At this moment, Mu Ke was even in a trance. He saw the numb and frozen eyes of these people, just like him before, shining a faint light, calling for help.

——For the legendary newcomer who has not yet come here, the besieged wanderer, their new president, the god who saved him, Bai Liu's faint expectations, following Mu Ke's words in the silent eyes of these people lights up.

"You said... the new president, that Bai Liu gave us another choice, what is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help it, he stepped forward, raised his head and questioned Mu Ke.

Mu Ke took a deep breath: "It's a deal. Bai Liu will make a deal with you. After the deal is done, he will be responsible for cultivating your abilities so that they can clear the game independently to support themselves."

"But as a group, you have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis, and everyone will share it equally-after paying his monthly salary, no matter how many points and props you earn in the game, it will belong to you, and he will not ask you for a point A penny, and I won’t charge you sky-high commissions like other guilds.”

The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke in bewilderment and disbelief, and raised their hands to ask questions one after another:

"Don't charge our commission and props?!"

"Really?"

"Will give resources to train us??!"

"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with great certainty, he exhaled and looked at these players, "Bai Liu will not, nor does he want to exist as an upper class that rules/rules you, he will not control and exploit you, he will only help And train you, so that you have the ability to earn more points and money, and then pay him a monthly salary."

"Do you know the entertainment company? Compared with the president, Bai Liu is more willing to exist as your manager. He manages you, formulates training plans and resources for each of you, and plans the best development route for you in this game,"

There was a little smile on Mu Ke's face: "Your new president doesn't like to be a master. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you will be the boss who pays him a monthly salary. Everyone is the master of the guild and has the greatest rights in the guild."

"He will delegate the authority of the president to each of you, allowing the guild to exist as a community."

The players below are in a mess. They have never heard of such an unbelievable guild idea. It's almost like someone is building a utopia full of traps for them, but it looks perfect.

The audience was still fearful and skeptical, and because the composition looked so beautiful, they were even more afraid because of their hopes. They couldn't help gathering and discussing with each other, whispering, but they were getting closer and closer to the round table where Mu Ke was. The closer it gets, the farther away it is from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.

How can anyone be willing to do this kind of thing that delegates their power to the group?

This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to seduce them. There are many players who are smarter than them in the game, so the "lie" that looks plump and bright is not true! ! !

"It's a real contract!!! A real contract signed by President Bai!!" After the first player roared after verifying the authenticity, the originally quiet low-rent building was instantly thrown into a turmoil. There was a burst of noise.

The numb and pale expressions on the faces of these people faded away, and turned into unbelievable excitement, blushing and thick-necked arguments, silently raising their heads and crying, colorful emotions appeared on the faces of these low-level players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses. emerge.

After Mu Ke managed to appease the boiling crowd, the first player who managed to calm down began to ask him: "That's it, we are all very grateful to Bai Liu, no no no no! President Bai is willing to do this decision! We are very willing to cooperate with President Bai!"

The man paused, then changed the topic: "But we all want to ask one thing."

Mu Ke asked: "What is it?"

These players looked at each other, looked at Mu Ke, they clenched their fists and rubbed their chests nervously, swept away the previous contemptuous attitude, leaned forward and asked very sincerely: "We would like to ask, Bai Hui What is the deal that President Bai wants to make with us? Can those of us...can really afford the items President Bai asked for?"

"You can fully afford it. You have something that President Bai thinks is very valuable." Mu Ke said.

"What about us... can make Chairman Bai feel that this contract is worthwhile?" The others scratched their heads in confusion from the bottom of their hearts.

Mu Ke smiled gently: "President Bai wants your souls."