Hire little monsters in your dreams every day

Chapter 130 The boss behind the scenes
In the conference room.

The roots of the small potted plant stretched out, grew, branched, and spread, sucking the blood out of the dead, penetrating the dead's clothes, and piercing into the dead's body, quickly sucking the dead into a dried corpse with a "sizzling" sound.

But the smell of blood and the crimson color were gone from the conference room. The bosses sat around the conference table, all smiling as they looked at Song Xiaowei, as if they hadn't heard the "sizzling" sound from the small tree, as if they didn't know the dead scarred man at all.

Zhao Guancai spoke clearly and continued his introduction.

"...Our business model is quite simple."

"We spend money to hire less powerful minor celestial officials and a large number of ordinary people to collect spiritual energy."

"I will exchange my spiritual energy for a peach from you."

"Then use the peaches to find people who need them and exchange them for money."

"In this way, money can be exchanged for spiritual energy, spiritual energy can be exchanged for immortal peaches, and immortal peaches can be exchanged for money. We have opened up the cycle between these three."

"And we, as the executors in this cycle, extract a small amount of profit from it."

Song Xiaowei sat in the chair, his brows slightly furrowed inside the hood.

This guy talks a good game, but putting it into practice is far from easy.
Can you hire people to collect spiritual energy just because you have money?

What kind of people should we hire? How should we hire them? How should we collect the information?

Selling peaches for money?

Who should I sell to? How should I sell it?
He frowned, and inside the hood, on his head, appeared the hat of a celestial official.

"Tell me the truth."

"Who would buy these peaches? And what would they do with them?"

Zhao Guancai was still dazed, but immediately spoke.

"Wealthy people from all over the world buy it to prolong their lives."

Song Xiaowei was slightly taken aback... He really hadn't considered this use.

"Aren't you afraid of being controlled by celestial officials when you deal with them?"

Zhao Guancai, still dazed, continued to answer.

Each province has its own team.

"Each group is further divided into three teams, each responsible for collecting spiritual energy, purchasing immortal peaches, and selling immortal peaches. The three teams communicate one-way but do not know each other."

"Any group that has a problem will be abandoned."

Song Xiaowei scanned the entire conference table.

"Are you all buying the peach set?"

But everyone seemed confused, and they all nodded.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"We are all."

Song Xiaowei pondered for a moment.

The passwords of a ninth-rank celestial official are inherently limited in effectiveness, short in duration, and have a small scope of influence. During their effect, they can also make people stupid and confused, so they are not very useful.

With a specially designed organizational structure divided into layers, it really can withstand the control of the celestial officials!
Of course, the most crucial point is... if doing business with them is truly suitable and worthwhile, then why not just cooperate with them? Why insist on controlling them?
Song Xiaowei spoke.

"One last question."

"Who is your boss behind the scenes?"

As expected, everyone, including Zhao Guancai, shook their heads.

"do not know."

"never seen it."

"do not know."

Song Xiaowei nodded.

It's normal not to know them.

I don't know who this behind-the-scenes boss is, but he's definitely got ideas and a lot of talent.

He spoke again.

"Okay, from now on, forget the four questions I asked you, and pretend that nothing ever happened."

"Our meeting continues."

As soon as he finished speaking, the celestial official's hat on his head disappeared.

In the conference room, the bosses returned to normal, and one by one they unconsciously grinned.

Lu Renfeng, sitting in the corner, glanced at his watch and froze for a brief moment.

He kept checking his watch... and just now he noticed the clock face jumped by a minute. What does that mean?
This means he lost his memory for one minute.

This means that they were controlled by the celestial officials just one minute ago.

He and the skinny guy next to him exchanged a glance, noticing the tension in each other's eyes.

The skinny guy noticed it too.

But everyone pretended not to have noticed.

Then Song Xiaowei, who was sitting in the center of the conference table, continued to speak.

"Alright, how much of this corpse tears can all of you provide in total each day?"

"What price do you want this time?"

Zhao Guancai patted the bucket of corpse tears on the cart, his face full of smiles.

"Director, each of the twenty of us here, every single day, could get this much."

Song Xiaowei's eyes were shining brightly inside his hood!

You're not talking nonsense?
Is it really possible to obtain 60 liters of spiritual energy every day?

"So, how many immortal peaches do you want? What price are you looking for?"

Zhao Guancai's smile remained unchanged.

"Director, you're joking. How could we dare to ask for a price?"
"Whatever you give, we'll accept it without hesitation."

Song Xiaowei took a peach out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"So many?"

The merchants' smiles remained unchanged, and none of them spoke.

Song Xiaowei understood in his heart that the amount given was indeed too little.

Fang Wanjuan uses four liters of spiritual energy each day to exchange for a fairy peach.

If the merchants exchanged sixty liters of spiritual energy for a single immortal peach, it would indeed be a bit of a rip-off.

They naturally couldn't compare to Fang Wanjuan, since Fang Wanjuan could also provide cultivation indexes.

After weighing all the options, Song Xiaowei continued to speak.

"Previously, the Spirit Office launched the Immortal Peach Oral Liquid for the Little Immortal Officials."

"One peach can be boiled into 500 bottles of oral liquid."

"So, we..."

He was about to give the merchants some extra points when he saw Zhao Guancai's face glowing with excitement. The merchants were equally excited and spontaneously began to applaud.
"Five hundred vials of oral liquid concentrate!"
"Director, you're not only powerful, but also very generous!"

"Our profit margin is too big!"

"We will never forget those who dug the well when we drink the water. We will strive to make our business bigger and stronger, and bring you more inspiration!"

Amidst the merchants' boasting, Song Xiaowei felt dizzy, reaching up to rub his forehead, sensing that these merchants were quite eerie.

He not only didn't pay less for this peach, but he actually paid more!
……

"Okay, Attorney Zhang, Attorney Wang, we enjoyed the meal today, and we also had a pleasant collaboration."

In the hotel corridor, Wu Yun, Qin Wei, Lao Lu, Lao Cui, and others, having finished their meal, were accompanying two lawyers who had come from Beijing, escorting them to their reserved rooms.

Office Director Lao Cui held Lawyer Zhang's hand, as if they were brothers reunited, and chatted warmly with him all the way to the door of his guest room.

"Attorney Zhang, we'll need your help with the handover procedures these next few days."

"It's all my pleasure, Director Cui, you don't need to be so polite."

"Alright, you two rest first, we can talk about it this afternoon."

After settling the two lawyers in, Lao Cui, Lao Lu, and others left the hotel with Wu Yun.

Everyone's face was filled with barely concealed excitement!

Although these shares belong to Wu Yun, Wu Yun is their president!

The more funds the chairman has, the better off their foundation will be!
The mink triangular figure, perched on Wu Yun's shoulder and cosplaying as a scarf, was also squinting its eyes, quite excited.

Cannery?
These are ripe!

Although Mink Huhu can cook, Mink still really likes to eat canned food!

As the group walked out of the hotel, Lao Cui approached Wu Yun and lowered his voice.

"Chairman, after we complete the formalities and get the shares, let's take advantage of the current good market and help you find a suitable buyer to sell this factory?"

Wu Yun was slightly taken aback.

"Sold?"
Why did you sell it?

(End of this chapter)