The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 276: Recruiting people! Who wants to follow me and enjoy the good life? !

Song Mang nodded, "Yes, I gave you a little more this month, it is indeed 13 million. You are so efficient, I really have to give you more.

When you go back later, remember to tell Yan Zhe that I really like the gift he gave me, and I will give him a year-end bonus when I go back later."

The Sword Master was shocked, "Boss!!! His monthly salary is 100 million! You also gave him a year-end bonus, so his monthly salary is 200 million, right? This is too much!"

Song Mang patted him on the shoulder and said, "He is a technician. We will have to rely on him to research our weapons and equipment in the future. If we don't pay him better, what will happen if he runs away?
Look at the effect of the 100 missiles exploding just now. Isn't it cool? Isn't it awesome? If you like this effect, I'll ask Yan Zhe to make another 100 and give them to you to play with."

The Sword Master thought about it and felt that what Song Mang said made some sense.

He asked, "Okay, boss. If I play with a hundred paper missiles, do you want to deduct my salary?"

"No need, I'll let you play."

Song Mang added earnestly, "Sword Saint, you don't have to be jealous of his salary. If he wasn't a technician, I wouldn't have offered him such a high salary.

Of all the weird things, I still trust you the most, so I always ask you to deliver food. When you become more capable, I will give you a raise. "

"okay!"

The Sword Master was excited.

Other eavesdropping ghosts: ???

I already make 13 million a month, isn't that enough? I want it to keep going up? That's not the way to brag!
As for the 200 million salary they mentioned, it's not weird at all and I don't dare to believe it. I just think that these two people are bragging.

"anyway……"

Song Mang looked at the black-robed ghosts again, "How much do you get per month for working for the ancient emperors?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Mang saw a surge of anger in the eyes of the black-robed ghost who was leading the group.

"This is not something you should care about!"

Another ghost figure beside him also spoke up, "Based on our abilities, we follow the Lord of the Castle, not for these material things, but for something more noble! How can you mortals understand?"

"To generate electricity for love, right?"

Song Mang suddenly realized.

"That means you don't have a dime, right?"

Before the ghosts could speak, Song Mang looked at them with a bit of disdain and said, "No wonder the equipment is so poor. Each of you is above the level of Ghost King, but you are still wearing a pitch-black tattered robe. You are so mysterious, but you actually want to cover up the fact that you can't afford nice clothes, right?
Oh, by the way, you guys don’t have a car or horse when you travel, are you still floating on the road? Even the employees of my company drive supercars.”

"????"

There was a ghost who couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Can you stop bragging? Do you think we don't know about supercars? Although we died early, we also understand the current society!

A supercar is a super sports car. In the human world, it would cost millions or tens of millions. Even in the underworld, this thing is rare. My master only has one, and it was borrowed from someone else!"

"Yes, yes, paper supercars are not sold on the weird APP, so we can only ask a big guy to buy them for us! The purchase fee starts at tens of millions of ghost money!"

Song Mang glanced at the Sword Master beside him, "Is tens of millions of ghost money expensive? Of all the cars I have, I think supercars are the most difficult to drive."

The Sword Master bowed and said, "Of course it's not expensive for you. You can easily buy hundreds or thousands of them. But for these big complainers who work for love and can only earn enough to eat every month, it's a sky-high price."

After hearing what the man and the ghost said, the anger values of those black-robed ghosts soared, their aura became stronger and stronger, and their murderous intent became more and more serious!
Song Mang’s paper villa was crumbling, shrouded in a thick layer of blood-red murderous aura.

This terrifying murderous intent is even more terrifying than the aura revealed by the Sword Saint!

Just as the leading black-robed ghost raised the sickle in his hand again, preparing to command the ghosts to attack, Song Mang suddenly took out a large number of paper sports cars. She put the paper sports cars on the ground and took out a large number of paper tanks and paper fighter jets.

"Among these means of transportation, I think heavy armored tanks and fighter jets are more useful. Not only are they fast, they also have the ability to attack and defend."

All the ghosts opened their eyes wide, staring at the paper figures intently.

Song Mang added, "Although I have recruited a lot of bodyguards, they are not very strong and the team is not formal. I still want to recruit some formal teams. When the time comes, I will equip the bodyguard team with paper fighters and heavy armored tanks. How cool it will be when they go out!"

Song Mang raised his head, looked at the black-robed ghost in the lead and said, "Why don't you just work with me? The minimum wage here is 100,000 a month."

Song Mang also counted the number of ghosts in the villa and took out several stacks of paper money for the dead and placed them on the ground.

"There are seventeen of you here in total. There are seventeen stacks of ghost money here, and each stack is worth one hundred thousand..."

Before Song Mang finished speaking, the ghost leader said, "I have said it before, we do things not for money, but for a common ideal! People like you will not understand!"

Song Mang: "Each of you will receive 100,000 first, which is considered as the signing fee. After signing, I will burn top-level armor shrouds for you, and each of you will have a heavy armor tank and a fighter. The first year, the monthly salary is 500,000, and the salary will be increased in the second year based on your ability."

The ghost in the lead said disdainfully, "My soldiers have experienced brutal wars in their lifetime, and they are still fighting in the underworld after death. They are all determined people. How could they be bewitched by your little favor?"

The ghost pointed the sickle in his hand at Song Mang, "All soldiers, listen up, take her down and send her to the arena!"

result.

No ghost moving!

After a long while, a ghost finally spoke up and said, "Boss, this is not a small favor, this is a monthly salary of 500,000, plus top-level armor, and two of the most advanced paper-made modern military weapons!
We follow the young master for the sake of Emperor Qin, but we also have to eat! He only gives out fifty ghost money a month, which is less than other weirdos. He really treats us as fools!
I heard that the ghost king outside, occupying a city as the king, and then recruiting some subordinates, can easily make tens of thousands of dollars a month! With our strength, each of us only makes fifty yuan, do you think it is reasonable?"

The ghost in the lead said in a deep voice, "Don't let me fool you! Do you know whether these paper figurines she made are real or fake? Also, can the 500,000 yuan monthly salary she mentioned really be paid? This is 500,000 yuan a month, not 50,000 yuan a month!

With so many of you, five hundred thousand a month is a huge sum of money, which even the Emperor Qin may not have!

If you betray the young master for this, His Majesty will not forgive you if he finds out!"

The other ghosts fell silent.

He added, "Everyone, I know you are not the kind of people who love money. We are all working towards the same goal. What does it matter if we suffer a little now? People should have dreams, even ghosts! If a person has no dreams..."

Song Mang: "What's the difference between having no worries?"

General Gui: ???

"What era is this? Who hasn't had to endure hardships? What's wrong with following me and eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks?"

Song Mang sneered, took out the 500,000 yuan salary of the 17 evil generals here, and spread a large piece of 10,000 yuan ghost banknotes on the ground.

"Come on, come on, if you work for me, you can get your 500,000 yuan salary this month and use it right away!"

Some ghosts couldn't help but come over to collect the paper money for the dead, but before they could touch the paper money, a strong pressure enveloped the villa.

"Let's see who dares to betray Lord Qin!"

A cold and violent voice came from the air.

Those ghosts can't move!
immediately.

There was a loud bang.

Suddenly, a big hole was smashed above the paper villa, and a cage glowing with golden light came down towards Song Mang!