Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 38: A Tycoon Arrives from the Sky

"The 'XX University Alumni Association'... the 'Foreign Language Information Exchange Group'... and there's even a 'Green Mountain King'!?"

"College students having an off-the-beaten-path team-building activity, huh?"

At this moment, Ling Xiao's face wasn't exactly as bad as it had been when he became the eighth son, but it wasn't much better either.

My thoughts are churning, obscure and difficult to understand.

His brows were furrowed like an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

Laugh it off, but everything contains information, and the important thing is to figure out what is helpful to you from it.

Judging from these candidate names, it's highly likely that the members of 【碎玉轩】 and 【八一菜刀】 are their schoolmates.

And they should all be current students.

A lively style can't be faked; the "dead smell" on a corporate slave is something that can never be washed away once you've been tainted by it.

Why does Ling Xiao seem so familiar?

Because he himself worked part-time while studying, he had a deep understanding of both flavors.

In addition, considering the style and mentality of "August 1st Cleaver," Ling Xiao felt that Brother Dao should be a conscript who returned to school.

That's all for the character profiles for now.

As for foreign languages, information technology, and so on, don't even think about professional skills.

I know everything!

Moreover, anomalies such as the gray fog have clearly made the mystical side far more important than the scientific side for the time being.

Perhaps only when we have accumulated enough knowledge will humanity be able to begin to deconstruct the world in a scientific way...

[81 Cleaver: "How about it, Brother Xiao? We've all discussed it. As the second-ranked player, you'll be the vice president. Nobody will object! How about you choose the new name for the guild too!?"]

"Choose? Either way, you'll get the same serious illness!"

Ling Xiao, who considered himself terrible at naming things, didn't voice his opinion and only dared to mutter a few words of disdain in his heart.

It's alright, everything depends on strength. The top three guilds are all together, and those three are the biggest and best brand!

[Owl: "Any one will do... but let's keep it simple."]

[Bayi Kitchen Knife: Haha! Just kidding. The new name is 'Light of Green Hills,' just make do with it for now. If you have a better one, suggest it. I'll give you permission to change it yourself! Come on, I'm submitting my application!]

The previously dormant Guild system has now lit up with golden light.

This is a sign that you have been directly invited by a guild. Regardless of whether you accept or not, the guild has already covered the membership fee.

It's truly a display of sincerity!

[[81 Kitchen Knife] invites you to join [Qingshan's Light], currently ranked No.1, as [Vice President]. Would you like to accept?]

【Yes】

A golden light shone brightly, and the interface changed.

The original guild rankings for the entire region have been relegated to a corner, with the new member system taking up the majority of the content.

Ling Xiao, who was given an important position as soon as he joined the association, had the same authority as the association president, except that the latter had the power to appoint and dismiss the former.

The current member list, warehouse reserves, and other information of 【Green Mountain Light】are now fully displayed.

During the time Ling Xiao was in a coma, Ye Zhanqing and Brother Dao were undoubtedly sparing no effort in recruiting talented individuals.

The guild is newly established and has a maximum of fifty members.

Before Ling Xiao arrived, all forty-nine seats had been occupied for a long time.

He was the last to join.

Judging from the time difference in the messages, Dao Ge and Ye Zhanqing probably kept the positions open until he explicitly declined before recruiting others.

They didn't mention this small token of their affection.

But now that Ling Xiao has discovered it, he must remember it.

When they opened the warehouse, it was as poor as if a thief had broken in.

The progress bar for the three basic materials is almost at the bottom.

Inferior timber, inferior stone, and ominous copper coins—each item costs five thousand.

This is the budget for the guild base; if we want the members to gather, we need to pool this amount.

Of the three, copper coins are probably the hardest to collect.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao estimated his own resources and found that they were "barely enough."

The real concern now is with timber and stone.

These two items seem easy to obtain, with plenty available in the trading area. However, considering that other guilds also want to build bases, there will inevitably be fierce competition when it comes to acquiring them.

Alternatively, it depends on the efficiency of each guild member; whether they can gather enough materials (10,000 units) by simply chopping trees and mining.

I'm turning off the warehouse because the flashing gold in the guild chat is really annoying.

If someone mentions you, the golden light will be brighter and more noticeable.

It's a pretty thoughtful design; it lets Ling Xiao know how "hospitable" everyone is.

[81 Kitchen Knife: "@Owl! This guy, I don't need to introduce him, right?"]

"Let's welcome the top three strongest players on the three lists, the great philanthropist of the Iron Spear Shop, my close friend and Sister Ye's best friend, and also our guild's new vice president—Xiao! He'll say a few words to us!"

"Where's the attitude?! Where's the enthusiasm?! Clap clap!"

The latest novel is first published here!

[Ye Zhanqing: "Welcome to the team, Boss Xiao! @BayiCaidao, don't call me 'Big Sister' anymore!"]

[Jinghong: "Wow! They really brought in a big shot! Dao Ge is awesome!"]

[When the forest is deep, a deer appears: "Big boss! Big boss! Do you still remember me?! That's great, you're really awesome! Our Broken Jade Pavilion..."]

[I, Thresh, and you, Demacia: "Eight hours have passed. Welcome back, Master Xiao! I will never forget your reminder!"]

[Pan Hong, the dog lover: "Boss Xiao! Want to take on apprentices? My family has raised dogs for three generations, they're guaranteed to be obedient..."]

……

The result of this kind of skepticism is that one reads books without truly absorbing the knowledge, leading to a state of being both clear-headed and foolish.

Ling Xiao, oblivious to his surroundings, still thought he was lurking in the department's group chat.

So innocent.

This flavor is something that even an average person like Old Deng couldn't replicate.

[Bayi Cleaver: "@Xiao, don't be shy, Brother Xiao! You didn't refute my previous proposals, which means we're all classmates! Feel at home, make yourself at home!"]

Ling Xiao was speechless with exasperation, and could only muster his spirits to reply, "Hello everyone! I'm honored to join the Green Mountain Light family thanks to the invitation from Brother Dao and Chairman Ye! I hope we can all learn from each other and grow together!"

[August 1 Cleaver: "Stop, stop! Wait, buddy? May I ask how old you are?"]

[Owl: "?"]

[Bayi Cleaver: "You didn't refute me just now, which means you really are a college student. Probably in your early twenties, right? That's right, isn't it?"]

[Owl: "No more, twenty."]

[Bayi Kitchen Knife: "Twenty? I think you're seventy! What kind of age is twenty? You eat at twelve, and by twelve-thirty you're already squatting in the toilet; lying in bed at night, you wish you could punch a hole in the wall!"]

"Can you show some energy and spirit? Don't act like an old scholar. We're all young people here. Can you show your most authentic self to your friends?"

[Owl: "You really want me to demonstrate?"]

[Bayi Kitchen Knife: "Of course it's fake! Come on! Show me! We've been chatting about this in private all this time, haven't we...?"]

[Owl: "Shut up."]

[August 1 Cleaver: "OK, bro, please begin."]

[Owl: "Everyone knows I'm rich. So, I'll offer 3,000 out of 5,000 copper coins. I don't think anyone will have any objections, right?"]

"Does anyone object?"

How much... three thousand...

That's a real thigh!

No! This is a real old man!

Although the audience members were not in the same location, they all shouted the same word at the same time, albeit at different volumes.

"Holy crap!?"

Qi Heng, who was leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, sprayed a mouthful of energy drink onto the blazing campfire.