This city simulation game can affect reality.

The sleeves of Guanyin's robes should be made to look as if a gentle breeze is blowing through them, creating a smooth and natural effect.

The back of the body features openwork flame and flying apsara patterns.

Furthermore, after the surface is finished, raw lacquer, gold leaf, or painting tools are used to add a sense of sacredness.

The sheer volume of detail, visible to the naked eye, made Li Qingxin hesitate.

She has never been good at saying no, and when faced with Chen Jun, who offered her a job, she found it even harder to say "no."

"I...maybe I can give it a try."

Seeing that the other person's answer was not very decisive, Chen Jun encouraged them, "It's okay to fail, but the important thing is to try."

"Um..."

"Here's what you'll do: during today's live stream, announce to the audience that in three days, you'll be doing a live stream challenge to carve a large Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue, for a limited time of 24 hours."

Considering that the opponent was still about 100 experience points away from breaking through to Lv4, Chen Jun set aside three days.

The photographer next to him found the challenge unbelievable: "Boss, this is the Thousand-Hand Guanyin! Even the most famous carpenters would have to work day and night for seven days to finish it."

Chen Jun disagreed: "As I just said, success isn't the important thing. If it doesn't work the first time, you can try a few more times. That will actually pique the audience's interest more."

"That's true." The young man checked the new work he had just photographed, and seemed to think that making small ornaments in a step-by-step manner was too boring.

Perhaps relying on such large-scale, high-quality wood carvings will give them a better chance of going viral.

Chen Jun then turned to Li Qingxin and instructed her, "You don't need to do those delicate tasks these next two days. Make more donuts to get a feel for the work. I'll arrange the rest later."

After giving all the instructions, he left the woodcutter's hut humming a little tune.

......

Old Zhou acted very quickly, and in less than two days, he had compiled thirty-seven resumes and handed them over to Chen Jun.

However, based on the resort's current needs, only about ten of these people can ultimately remain.

Although Chen Jun wanted to recruit as many villagers as possible, the resort was not a charity and could not support idle people.

As for the investment promotion plan along the Longgu River, it has been announced in all three villages at the same time.

Next, Chen Jun will replicate some stall models based on the villagers' wishes.

He is quite confident about the follow-up publicity work.

After all, a similar model has already been implemented by the agritainment businesses behind the mountain.

Before I took over the resort, they had already attracted a lot of business through the Internet.

Although there is some overlap in their types, as long as the resort highlights its own unique features, overtaking the competition is not a big problem.

Moreover, the Woodcutter's Hut has already set an example, managing to build an account with nearly 50,000 followers without any paid promotion.

With further artificial encouragement, there is still a lot of room for growth.

In the afternoon, under Lao Zhou's arrangement, the interviews for the resort's new employees began.

Having gone through a screening process, those who now come to the resort are at least "elites" with decent conditions.

"Next."

"Next."

"..."

Within a few hours, Chen Jun had met with all the interviewees.

Because a final evaluation was needed, he did not tell the participants the results directly, but instead asked everyone to wait outside and announce them after all the interviews were completed.

Just as Chen Jun was making comprehensive considerations, there was another knock on the office door.

"Enter."

He looked up and glanced around; two figures had entered through the door.

Zhao Ze, the head of the accommodation department, and a man wearing tattered camouflage clothing.

"Mr. Chen, this is the Mr. Lin Shanhe I mentioned to you."

Zhao Ze put his arm around Lin Shanhe's shoulder and introduced them.

The latter nodded blankly, indicating his cooperation.

Since he was new to the area, Chen Jun didn't know much about the grudges and feuds at Longding Mountain, but Old Zhou and Zhao Ze had told him Lin Bo's story more than once.

"Please sit down."

He gestured for the other man to sit down, then put down the resume in his hand: "I've heard so much about you, Uncle Lin."

He felt a certain amount of respect for this elderly man in his sixties who had experienced so many hardships.

The other party originally had the opportunity to kill his number one enemy with his own hands, but for the sake of the overall situation, he chose to hand Fang You over to the police.

Based on this alone, it's hard for Chen Jun not to admire him.

Just as he was about to have a proper chat with the other party, Lin Shanhe, who had already sat down, suddenly bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

This caught Chen Jun off guard, so he stepped forward and helped the other person up by the arm, saying, "Please don't do this, let's get up and talk about it."

Lin Shanhe used the strength to stand up, tears welling up in his eyes: "I, Lin Shanhe, have no hope left in this life. If it weren't for you, Boss Chen, I might not be able to die in peace."

After learning that Chen Jun was the mastermind behind the plan to bring down the chemical plant, his biggest thought was to meet his benefactor.

"Uncle Lin, you're exaggerating. Fang You has committed numerous evils. Even without the resort, he would have brought about his own destruction sooner or later."

Chen Jun gestured with his eyebrows toward the water dispenser next to him, indicating to Zhao Ze to pour water.

"My old bones have no reason to live anymore. If you don't mind, please let me stay by your side and give me some work. It would be a way for me to repay you."

Lin Shanhe stared blankly at a point in front of him. Perhaps worried that Chen Jun would misunderstand, he added, "I don't want any wages. I'll only feel better if I can help you."

For Lin Shanhe, his only motivation for living the rest of his life was waiting for Fang You to be released from prison.

But before that, he had to find a pillar of support for himself.

If one stays at home year-round, seeing the portraits of one's wife and children every time one sees them will inevitably evoke some strong thoughts.

Those nights were too long.

He was afraid he wouldn't live to see Fang You get out of prison.

"If you'd like to join the resort, I do have a job that would suit you, and the salary will be paid according to the normal standard," Chen Jun said with equal humility.

Faced with this elderly man who had experienced such a tragic past, he couldn't think of any words that could bring him peace of mind.

Since work makes him feel better, he might as well go along with the other party's wishes.

Since the list hasn't been finalized yet, we can just free up a spot from a lower-level position.

Although Lin Shanhe remained fixated on the issue of wages, the two parties eventually reached an "agreement" after Chen Jun's persuasion.

After seeing the other party off, he quickly compiled the results of today's interviews and announced them.

......

Back at his residence that night, Chen Jun used the terrain editing tool to do some simple shaping of the grassland near the Longgu River.

Although the ground here is generally flat, some areas still need to be slightly adjusted for aesthetic purposes.

After finding the food stall models in the resort's food court, Chen Jun copied about ten of them according to specific factions.