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"It doesn't matter! We are the employer, and employers can choose their employees." He was obviously a child of six or seven years old, but the words he said and the serious expression on his face made the old man slightly surprised.
Indeed, they were employers, and as long as they could afford the hiring fee, they were indeed qualified to recruit people. So the old man nodded and said, "Okay then! Young Master, please sit for a while, I will post the task." As the old man spoke, he asked someone to bring two people inside to sit for a while, and he asked a man to post the task on the task board outside.
As soon as they saw the new task posted, all the mercenaries waiting outside gathered around. However, when they saw the description on the task, their faces turned strange.
"Are they really those two kids? They even said they wanted to pick someone?"
"It turns out that the two kids are going to Baichuan City."
"This place is not close to Baichuan City, and it has not been very peaceful recently. Although it is an unoccupied job, it will probably take about one or two months to go back and forth."
"But the commission is quite high, and half of it is paid in advance, which is quite generous."
"I never knew such a young child could be so rich."
"No wonder you want to find an escort."
The mercenaries outside were talking about it. Since the commission was indeed high, many of them came forward and said they wanted to take on the task. However, what they were about to face was that all the mercenary teams were lined up and would be selected by those two little brats.
The old man came up to Feng Ye and said with a smile, "Young Master, the commission you offered is generous. Many mercenary teams are eager to take on your mission and are already waiting outside. Go and take a look to see which team catches your eye."
"Okay." Feng Ye responded crisply, with a smile on his face, but he put his hands behind his back like an ordinary person and walked with his short legs, which made the old man chuckle.
When the mercenaries outside saw the kid coming out, they all perked up and straightened their chests, showing their majestic side.
Feng Ye walked past those people, sometimes frowning, sometimes shaking his head, and sometimes muttering softly. Finally, after a round, there was not a team that he liked.
The old man was surprised and asked, "Young Master, how is it?"
"They are all no good. I don't like them." Feng Ye said in a childish voice, neither loud nor soft, but it reached everyone's ears, and the faces of the mercenaries turned black.
The old man was startled and asked with a smile, "They are all first-class mercenary teams, all selected according to your standards. Their combat effectiveness is the best among all mercenaries."
"That's right, kid, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." A mercenary snorted to express his dissatisfaction.
Feng Jiu blinked innocently: "I didn't say you are not strong enough! I just said you are not good enough because I don't like your looks."
Everyone's mouth twitched: What kind of lame excuse is this? But looking at the child's serious expression, they really didn't know what to say.
"Huh?"
Feng Ye seemed to have discovered a new world. He looked curiously at the mercenaries sitting in the corner not far away. He walked over with his short legs, stared at them, tilted his head and asked, "Didn't you accept the mission?"