Chapter 162: Money is the enemy of all emotions.
Neither of the two major anchors started live broadcasting.
When the two met, they both felt the atmosphere was strange.
Da Ji Ba stabbed Xi Xi in the back before, and Xi Xi stabbed Da Mus Ba again.
On the surface, the two seemed to have written it off, but they still felt awkward when they met.
After a while, he was still relatively happy and spoke to Xixi first: "I haven't seen you for a few days. What have you been doing recently?"
Because the matter of eliminating nearby spy organizations is relatively secretive and time is tight.
Therefore, I haven't broadcast live broadcasts at all, and I don't have time to watch videos. I don't know what the big muscle tyrant has done recently.
The big muscle tyrant thought that Bing Xixi was mocking him, so he immediately snorted in displeasure and left without answering.
"How rude." Xixi shook her head and left.
He had to go back and reorganize his troops, because the army was about to leave.
Da Mushao asked the guards to meet Hardy in the tent.
The guard, who was a member of the Silver Wing Knights, looked at the other party with an angry look before going in to report.
The big muscle tyrant felt baffled.
Soon the guard came out and said coldly: "Your Excellency Hardy let you in... Bah!"
He spat thick phlegm at the feet of the big muscle tyrant.
Da Musha was very unhappy, but he still suppressed his anger and entered the tent.
Hardy was sitting inside, and he had already seen the skirmish outside the tent just now.
After Big Muscle Master came in, he did not raise his head and continued to check the data, but at the same time he said: "Are you unhappy when others spit on you? That knight just now, his brother died in your raid." After
hearing this, Big Muscle Master said The muscle tyrant was silent.
Although he has a lot of cleverness, he still has a basic moral bottom line.
"Why did you come to me?" Hardy asked after waiting for a while.
The big muscle bully said with some shame: "Your Excellency Hardy, can you introduce us to some tasks or jobs that can make money faster, otherwise we will not be able to pay off the debt."
Hardy raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "I heard Bing Xixi said, you are very rich!"
"Actually, it's just average. Besides, you can't get money from another world here."
The big muscle tyrant smiled awkwardly, scolding Bing Xixi in his heart. It's so bloody, why do you expose everything to the NPC?
Hardy also chuckled.
Can't you get the money? Have your own way.
He was a gold miner in his previous life.
But forget it, it has only been open beta for more than two months, and not many players have money.
It is difficult to buy gold.
Hardy thought for a while and said: "Then let's become the vanguard. I know you and Xixi have some quarrels, so you 40 people formed a team
of your own." "Do I have the ability to act alone?"
"Of course not. , I don’t trust you."
The big muscle tyrant was a little unhappy, and he said angrily: "Then what do you want from us?" "
I won’t say it anymore? Be a vanguard, obey orders, and have money." Hardy smiled .
Big muscles just don’t want to do this.
This way, he felt like he was completely under Hardy, and he was very unhappy.
In fact, he was not targeting Hardy, but Bing Xixi.
After all, Bing Xixi first worked under Hardy and was very successful.
He had talked about this in the live broadcast room before, saying that players should be free and not be attached to a certain NPC organization or force.
At most, it is to take over their tasks.
Now if he directly joins Hardy's team, wouldn't what he said before become nonsense?
Men always have a subtle desire to win in strange places.
"Then you have no choice but to leave here and go make money elsewhere." Hadi paused and smiled: "And for every two copper coins you earn, one will disappear and be placed with the goddess of light until it is returned. Until the contract amount is paid off."
Hearing this, the big muscle tyrant's face turned green.
He now understands that this NPC has completely taken control of him. Damn, I was really crushed by my IQ.
He came out of the commander's tent in a daze, left the coalition camp, and came outside the woods.
A group of players came up.
They are all people who have signed a contract of light.
"How's it going, boss."
"Is that guy Hardy willing to give us some benefits?" "
How can we pay back two million and a half million? And we won't delete our account."
"Is our account so useless?"
"Boss, say something, boss!"
Faced with the noisy voice, Big Muscle Boss suddenly shouted: "That's enough! Stop talking."
Everyone became quiet.
Da Mushao said: "No one wants this to happen. We only have two choices now."
He paused before continuing.
"One is to be Hadi's dog. We can make a lot of money. It's easier to pay back the money." "
The other is to go out on our own and stay far away from Hadi, but the money we make will be used by the goddess of light. Take half of it until you pay it back."
These players in Jialan Temple began to think about which method is more suitable for them.
After a while, the big muscle tyrant said: "Those who choose the first option raise their hands."
Suddenly more than a dozen people raised their hands.
Da Jiba sighed: "I chose the second option. Let's separate and try to pay back the money first." At
this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Damn it, why do I have to pay back so much money? Although this is not It’s real money, but it’s still 2.5 million when converted. Wouldn’t it be better if I changed my account again, earned this money, and then exchanged it for real money?” “If you can’t change your
account, you can’t create a new character.”
“ Then I will scrap this virtual cabin and return it to the game company, and ask them to replace it with a new one."
After that, the man went offline.
Although he didn't scold the big muscle tyrant at all, every word he said felt like a slap in the big muscle tyrant's face.
Two and a half million, this number is not difficult for him, but for other players, it may not be able to save it in a lifetime.
This man's words immediately aroused the imitation of many people.
More than twenty people left at once.
The scene was much emptier.
The big muscle tyrant sighed helplessly.
This time it was indeed him who caused the problem. It stands to reason that he should fully compensate these netizens who followed him.
But that's nearly 100 million, and he, the big muscle tyrant, doesn't have that much money.
"Boss, do you have any ideas?" A player came out and said, "As long as you say something, we will follow you. It's only 2.5 million. If you be serious, you can make it back in a few years. "
It's not that easy to make money." The big muscle tyrant himself didn't have much confidence: "Everyone, please log off first. I will also log off and think about this matter."
More than 20 people hesitated for a while, but in the end they decided I listened to the big muscle tyrant and went offline.
The big muscle tyrant stood there in a daze for a long time, unable to come up with a suitable solution, and finally went offline.
Two days later, the French coalition finally set off. Their target was the southern capital, New York City.
This city is the transportation hub in the south. Traveling from north to south and traveling across the ocean by ship must pass through this city.
It is also the economic center of the southern faction.
After arriving in this city and resting for a few days, they would move towards the central front.
Then on the way, Da Mushao led his people to catch up, found Hardy, and said that he was willing to be a vanguard and contribute to the French coalition, hoping to give him a chance.
Hardy looked at them, frowned and asked, "Why are there only twenty-one people left?"
The big muscle tyrant was so ashamed that he was speechless.
(End of chapter)