Mu Ke held the trumpet with a blank expression, and lasted the last minute of his life, so that the broken trumpet was called the last word.
After the horn shut up, the young master who was already embarrassed to the point of curling up, pretended that nothing happened and took the previous words, but his tone was obviously weakened: "—Bai Liu asked us to come to you to help you build. A better guild."
The eyes of the players of the Scavengers Guild below looked at the broken copper horn in Mu Ke's hand, and then subtly moved to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.
Although he didn't say anything, Mu Ke understood the meaning of "this is it?" from their eyes.
Mu Ke: "..."
The two sides entered a strange stalemate, as if they didn't know who had pressed the pause button.
Mu Sicheng stood in front of the hall door and did not retreat. There was no player present who could overturn him and ran out.
But in the same way, these people's position is 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 and help a new one who has never seen it before and is still under siege. President's.
They can survive in this game for so long, but nothing else. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is first-class.
Mu Ke took a deep breath and raised the horn again, the harsh loudspeaker howling 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 go, but the object we want to persuade is those players who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the King's Guild, but there is no better way out. "
"If someone is tired of being the squeezed and harvested object of the bottom of the guild, tired of struggling no matter how hard they are just to survive and be a leek in a different place, living a life of fear without any dignity and ability, then you can listen to what I have to say, This may give you a completely different choice."
Mu Ke's eyes are clear: "After I finish speaking, no matter how you choose, we will let you go."
The expressions of the players below were still unbelievable, but because of Mu Ke's words, their faces were obviously curious.
Although I know that the ideal choice in Mu Ke's words is unlikely to exist in the current game order, I still want to hear what this young player can talk about.
Or maybe they do still have a little hope, hoping to have a better choice than the King's Guild, even though they rationally know that this is impossible.
Few individual players can survive without joining a guild in the game.
This is a well-understood axiom of survival rate-in extreme circumstances, such as in this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of individual individuals.
Like being trapped in the wilderness and snow, the possibility of a group of people huddling together to keep warm and surviving is much higher than that of a single person alone.
Even if the weak in the group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled to make fun of the strong, if you give up dignity, you can live a little longer. This is how ordinary people survive after entering this game, and it is also them. The path to success that can be found the most is cowardly, but also has its rationale.
The crowd squeezing towards Mu Sicheng's exit gradually converged.
They opened a pair of vigilant, unbelievable eyes looking at Mu Ke standing on the table, but their bodies stayed around the table where Mu Ke stood on the opposite side, choosing to stay and listen to the one I don’t know. A different choice of true or false.
This group of players who have lived in low-rent housing for a long time, their faces are dirty, just like those in the normal world who have lived in low-rent housing for decades. They are messy, unruly, and spirited. Downturn.
After relaxing his eyes and expression, there was a kind of subconscious sluggishness, and it seemed that he had been tortured and became mentally abnormal.
When these players piled up, stood squeezed against each other, and looked up at Mu Ke with empty eyes, it reminded him of the Refugee Cavern inexplicably.
In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players who look like this are usually the bottom players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all and don't have any other requirements.
Their only requirement is to live.
Mu Ke stood on a table more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he looked condescendingly around these people around him.
At this moment, Mu Ke was even a little dazed. He saw the numb and stagnant eyes of these people, as he used to be, faintly lit, shouting 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 expectation, with Mu Ke’s words shines in these people’s lonely eyes rise.
"You said... the new president, that Bai Liu gave us another choice, what is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help it, and he took a step forward and raised his head to question 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 pass the game independently to support themselves."
"But you, as a group, have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis, and everyone is equally divided-after paying his monthly salary, no matter how many points and props you earn in the game, it will be yours. He won't want you to get a point. Not least, it will not charge you a astronomical commission like other guilds."
The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke helplessly and incredulously, and raised their hands one after another to ask questions:
"Don't charge us commissions and props?!"
"Really?"
"Will give resources to train us??!"
"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with absolute certainty. He exhaled and looked at these players, "Bai Liu doesn't, and doesn't want to exist as an upper class that rules/rules you. He will not control and exploit you, but 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 an entertainment company? Compared to the president, Bai Liu is more willing to exist as your agent. He manages you, develops training plans and resources for each of you, and plans the route that you can optimally develop in this game."
A little smile appeared on Mu Ke's face: "Your new president does not like to be a master. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you are the boss who pays him a monthly salary, so of course you Every talent is the master of the guild and has the greatest rights in the guild."
"He will delegate the power of the president to each of you, so that the guild will exist as a community."
The players below have been messed up. They have never heard of such an incredible guild concept. It is almost as if someone is constructing a utopia full of traps for them, but looks perfect.
The audience still feared and doubted, and even because the composition seemed so beautiful, they were even more afraid of hopefulness. They could not help but gather to discuss with each other and whisper to each other, but they are getting away from the round table where Muke is. The closer, the farther and farther away from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.
How can anyone be willing to do such a thing of delegating their rights to the group
This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to seduce them. Players who are smarter than them abound in the game. This is not the first time that "lie" that looks full and bright has appeared.
But this time, they couldn't help but want to ask about the follow-up of this lie.
Someone asked in a trembling tone: "Bai Liu, no, how does President Bai plan to delegate his privileges?"
"If you agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked at everyone, he was silent, and opened the game panel, "Your new president, before entering the game, signed a lot of documents and sent me, now I will send this I will show you this document."
Mu Ke raised his system panel, on it was a copy of "Thirty-five Regulations Regarding the Transfer of the Corruption Association", sliding down, you can see that Bai Liu has signed the words, and only Party B's handwriting is blank. .
"This document Bailiu signed a total of thousands of copies." Mu Ke slid one by one, showing it to the players below, "If you are willing to accept Bailiu's conditions, I will issue this contract to you now. You sign on Party B."
Mu Ke's eyes were calm, and he explained word by word: "Bai Liu will transfer the rights and interests of the guild to each of you, so that each of you can own a part of the guild. He is not just talking about it, he really uses black and white. The contract regulations recognized by the system make you a true president."
After the appearance of this document, the whole low-rent building fell into the silence that can be heard.
These players were breathing fast, their pupils dilated, and their chests were looking up and down at the document that was held high by Mu Ke, and they looked up and eagerly wanted to see every word on it.
Mu Ke also knelt on one knee thoughtfully and lowered the system panel so that players who were close could see the contract clearly.
In the game, everything can be fake, names, appearances, props, skills, these can be faked to deceive the public in various ways, but there is one thing that cannot be fake—
—That is the contract after the system is stamped and certified.
This stuff is real! ! !
"It's a real contract!!! The real contract signed by President Bai!!" After the first player broke out a roar of authenticity, the originally silent low-rent building was instantly thrown into and higher than that. There was a burst of noise.
The numb and pale expressions on these faces faded into unbelievable excitement, blushing and arguing with thick necks, silently raising their heads and weeping, the colorful emotions on the faces of the bottom players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses one by one. Emerge.
After Mu Ke finally calmed down the boiling crowd, the first player who barely calmed down began to ask him: "That's it, we are all grateful to Bai Liu, no, no! It is President Bai who is willing to do this. The decision! We are very willing to cooperate with President Bai!"
This person had a meal and then changed the conversation: "But we all want to ask one thing."
Mu Ke asked: "What's the matter?"
These players looked at each other and looked at Mu Ke. They clasped their chests and rubbed them nervously twice. Did they sweep away their pretentious attitude before, leaning forward and asking very sincerely: "We really want to ask, Bai Hui What is the deal that President wants to make with us? Those of us... can really afford the things 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 President Bai feel that there is value in this contract?" The others scratched their heads inwardly and wondered.
Mu Ke smiled gently: "Chairman Bai wants your soul."