I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 677 You're a dishonest person too.

After sending the message, Shao Lingyun, the leader of the demonic cultivator organization—the opera troupe, fiddled with the five copper coins, patiently waiting for the other party's reply.

Business has been tough lately, especially since someone had asked them to cause trouble for Chen Yu, but the three Foundation Establishment experts ran into Zhao Ziri and ran away without uttering a sound, ruining their reputation in the shady industry.

But we can't entirely blame them for this.

Unlike orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators, these cultivators who rely on rare artifacts to establish their foundations are all shady characters. If they are discovered, the rare artifacts inside their bodies will be removed, and they will be fined.

Those who don't have enough money to pay the fines can only work in the Imperial Banner, where they work for hundreds of years until they're worn down and still paying off their loans, and the debt keeps piling up.

Even if you die, it's hard to find the Yellow Springs Star Lord to resurrect you. If you fall into reincarnation, your morality will be reduced because you once absorbed strange objects, and your next life will only be worse.

Therefore, they had no choice but to seek out the Heavenly Demon Sect, which cost several times more, to resurrect their comrades, and even then, there was a possibility of long-term consequences. Their own magical artifacts might also mutate, making the situation extremely tragic.

Even so, if they were given another chance, they would still choose to use the rare artifact to build their foundation.

After all, it's impossible to achieve Foundation Establishment through normal means; it's impossible to achieve Foundation Establishment in this lifetime. One can only rely on rare items to enjoy the pleasure of Foundation Establishment and maintain this kind of life.

Moreover, everyone in the opera troupe is talented and speaks beautifully; everyone loves it here.

Now, everyone is struggling to find big jobs, but the troupe's top manager, the big boss, has extensive connections and specifically introduced them to a job smearing Chen Yu, which is how they manage to make a living.

However, just as the project was getting started, a competitor interfered, which made Shao Lingyun very unhappy.

The saying "rivals in the same trade are enemies" has almost become a truism.

He carefully stacked the five copper coins vertically, then removed them one by one from the bottom, making sure they didn't fall over. The whole process required great care; it was a simple yet technically challenging game.

After repeating this three times, he finally saw a reply from his fellow traveler, "Xuanzhenzi": "We're on the same path."

Shaoling Yun smiled dismissively.

Who's on your side?

He then replied casually: "Have some manners. We took this job first. You can back out now."

Xuanzhenzi: [Have I caused you any trouble? I'm sorry, I'm new to this job and not very familiar with it yet. Please forgive my inconvenience, senior.]

The other party's reply was very polite, which made Shao Lingyun feel that she was being a bit aggressive.

However, this could also be a disguise, since those who can do such things are basically demonic cultivators, and few demonic cultivators are moral.

For money, or for their own spiritual practice, they will stop at nothing; it's normal for them to tell a few lies to appease others.

However, Xuanzhenzi's reply afterwards made him somewhat uneasy.

Xuanzhenzi: [Senior, this is my first time doing this kind of work. I usually drive puppets to kill people. I want to ask, is it normal for me to be paid five yuan per post for posting smears and completing one hundred posts a day?]

Shao Lingyun remained silent for a moment, then glanced at the payment the boss had given him:

Sanmao.

Moreover, each case is settled in batches of one thousand, and there is a performance evaluation process, which is reviewed by the performance manager. If the results don't meet the standards, the case is sent back for resubmission, and money is deducted.

After a moment, Shao Lingyun replied: "It's alright. Not bad for a newcomer."

Xuanzhenzi: [That's good. I was worried I'd been scammed. Thank you so much, senior. I'll talk to my boss and we'll withdraw.]

Not long after, Shao Lingyun discovered that Xuanzhenzi had indeed left, and only their family was left smearing Chen Yu on the website.

The absence of troublemakers from his peers should have been a good thing, but Shao Lingyun couldn't be happy about it.

Five pieces...

Five yuan a piece... Shao Lingyun knew all too well that there were countless scammers on the dream website, and no one could guarantee whether the person on the other end was a human or a ghost.

Besides, when you're in the business world, your reputation is all built on your own; who knows if the other person really only has five dollars?

However, he couldn't help but start searching for Xuanzhenzi's posts, and found that the quality of the other party's posts was not bad, and the angle of smearing was also good, showing that there was a certain amount of rhetoric involved.

But this level of skill would only amount to 25 cents in a traditional opera troupe, so how could it suddenly reach 5 yuan?

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to stop thinking about the problem.

We should be grateful that we have any work to do right now; let's not think about anything else.

Just as he was about to put the question aside, he saw that Xuanzhenzi had replied to him.

Xuanzhenzi: [Senior, can I discuss something with you?]

Xuanzhenzi: [Our boss said the sponsor doesn't want to back out and wants us to continue posting to smear Chen Yu.]

Xuanzhenzi: [So how about this: You continue your smear campaign, but please have some people use our accounts to join in.]

Xuanzhenzi: [Each account can only post a maximum of one hundred messages. Twenty accounts will post a total of two thousand messages. I'll give you four yuan for each message. How does that sound?]

Xuanzhenzi: [If it's a deal, I'll send a deposit first. How does that sound?]

After carefully reading it, Shao Lingyun felt that the other party might be a swindler, but she still shamefully fell for him.

After hesitating for a moment, Shao Lingyun decided that if the other party asked him to pay a deposit, he would withdraw and then block them.

But when he saw that the other party had transferred four thousand yuan through a private channel, he held his breath for a long time, then firmly replied: "Bro, send me the account!"

Xuanzhenzi: [Thank you very much, Senior!]

Shao Lingyun felt he had never felt so good in his life, going from three mao to four yuan.

The extra eight thousand dollars was enough to feed all five brothers, including myself, well!

He thought Mercury was in retrograde recently, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that Venus was in a strong position.

When I told my other brothers about it, they got excited too.

In less than an hour, two thousand posts were completed. After saving the evidence, it was sent to Xuanzhenzi, and a reply was quickly received: "Thank you very much, senior. The final payment has been sent to you. It's almost midnight soon, could you continue posting for us?"

Shaoling Yun: [No problem!]

Seeing the other party send the final payment of 4,000 and the deposit of 4,000 the next day, Shao Lingyun felt that he was finally going to make it big.

Just past midnight, as he was preparing to continue working, he saw a new email in the account he had taken over:
Boss: [Good job, ten yuan a post is good value. Keep posting in this style.]

Shao Lingyun immediately marked the email as unread, but he watched helplessly as he was pushed back down from the page. When he went back in, the email had disappeared.

Shortly after, Xuanzhenzi sent a message: [Senior, there was a problem with my account just now. Are you okay on your end?]

Shaoling Yun: [No. What's wrong?]

Xuanzhenzi: [It's alright, you can continue working. Thank you, senior.]

After the communication was interrupted, Shaoling Yun wanted to continue, but he just couldn't calm down.

Ten yuan per piece...

Xuanzhenzi, you're not honest either!

(End of this chapter)