"Um... no need."
Fu Anan waved her hands when she heard this. "I'm just still struggling with what to do. I feel like our Mang's work has already been done by others. If I interfere, it would be totally troublesome."
"If you really can't figure it out, go and learn from these four."
Fu Yizhi rubbed her head and said, "There will be a lot of things to do in the future, and I'm not afraid that you won't be able to use your skills."
"I want to do something practical."
Fu Anan supported his cheek with his hands and muttered to himself.
Also a strong sense of professionalism!
There is no job position in reality, and with 6 billion people in the game, it is difficult for her to get a position in Mang.
Wait, games!
Fu Anan suddenly sat up and had a bold idea.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yizhi saw that she moved so suddenly and asked.
"Brother Fu, I want to set up a cloud department!"
Fu Anan sat up, his eyes sparkling, "Think about it, the game is now played by 6 billion people. Even if it is an organization of 100,000 people, if there are no special props, the probability of people in the same organization being teleported together is close to 0.
This is equivalent to the fact that the power we maintain with great difficulty in reality is almost useless in the game.
If we add a department at this time, use some belief, some title, some rules as the core axis of the department, and bring together people with the same ideas about the same game, then this is an organization!"
After Fu Anan finished speaking, Fu Yizi's eyes lit up.
This situation was also very common in the past, such as the dogma of a certain church, the oaths and beliefs of certain organizations, or even some fans who like a certain star.
They may be thousands of miles apart, but at the first meeting, they can be included in the category of one’s own.
"Brother Fu, am I very smart?"
Fu Anan even started to feel proud.
"Um."
Fu Yizhi nodded and said, "You have a small brain, but you are actually very smart."
“Hehehe.”
Fu Anan shrugged proudly, "I finally found the meaning of the existence of the God-Slaying Demon Tribe!"
Fu Yizhi asked again.
"The God-Slayer! Doesn't the name sound ferocious?"
“… The name is just a code name, whatever you like.”
Fu Yizhi reached out and touched her head. "If you need any help, just tell me. Yan Senbo and the other four will assist you."
"You have to help me, too."
Fu Anan looked up at him.
Fu Yizhi suddenly bent down, and their lips touched each other, "Well, do a good job."
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With this idea in mind, Fu Anan began to make full use of the people around him.
When it comes to writing rules and dogmas, Xu Tian's thinking is as rigorous as a computer, and Zhang Xincheng comes from a military background, so he's also quite suitable. Fu Anan asked them to help write a set that day.
Then the next step is how to recruit new members, how to develop believers in the early stage... Oh no, the specific plan for the team members.
It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning. Fu Anan has been worrying about this matter every day these days.
Until one day, Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly came to her and asked, "An An, have you seen Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu recently?"
This is the distance between upstairs and downstairs, of course she would go to see it, but "every time I go there, they are not there, what's wrong?"
Zhang Yuanyuan frowned when she heard this, "I suspect... Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu were bullied."
"What is that?"
Fu Anan suspected that she had heard it wrong.
"I know you don't believe it, come with me and take a look."
Well, I want to pay in installments~
Good night everyone!
Come back tomorrow at noon~
(End of this chapter)