It’s not that Xu Dalu relies on his old age to sell off his old age.
He really doesn’t see the need to buy a slaughterhouse!
Spending so much money to buy a factory for killing animals can certainly make money, but it depends on when!
If Father Tang Mubai and the others were still there, or if they had extra money, they could just buy the slaughterhouse, no big deal.
But the problem is that now that the mercenary group is short of people, recruiting people is the most important thing right now.
It just so happens that tomorrow is the monthly "Martial Artist Selection Meeting". With more than two million federal coins, it is impossible to recruit four or five people!
Considering that Tang Mubai was young and energetic, Xu Dalu patiently broke down their current situation, crushed it into pieces, and explained it in detail.
Finally, he sighed and said, "Captain, if you feel that carrying the 'Miracle' is too tiring, you can actually cancel the mercenary group. Anyway, there is still a restaurant, which is enough for us to eat and drink."
"No, I didn't mean that."
Tang Mubai was moved and said with a wry smile, "The mercenary group was left by my father. It is impossible to cancel it. On the contrary, I am planning to carry it forward!"
"Grandpa Xu, I can understand your concern. I will go to the site tomorrow to recruit new people into the group. But for the new people recruited tomorrow, I will not look at whether the other party's martial arts level is professional level, professional level, or master level. Of course
, we cannot recruit master-level warriors based on our conditions."
"What I want to say is that from now on, when recruiting people, character is the most important! Secondly, potential!"
"Those warriors who have rich experience and good strength, but are old-fashioned warriors, no matter how cheap the signing fee is, I will not accept it!"
"When it comes to signing fees, I have decided that no new recruits will be recruited in the future!"
Tang Mubai's face was serious.
Tang Mubai was speechless as to the default unspoken rule of the mercenary world when a warrior joined a mercenary group for the first time, just like when entertainment stars on earth changed companies before. The mercenary group had to pay a signing fee.
That's right, warriors join a mercenary group to go out and kill non-human beings, and they play a life-threatening game.
But as long as the mercenary group is dispatched, every member of the mercenary group will get a share of the harvest.
The more you harvest, the more you get.
Unlike martial arts schools, sects, and companies, you will be given a bonus if you survive, and you will receive a fixed salary at ordinary times.
The mercenary group advocates teamwork, sharing blessings and sharing difficulties.
Although when the moment of "common difficulty" really comes, some people will flee.
But the “common blessing” is visible to everyone!
Since we are "sharing the same blessing", why should we give extra money?
Especially the signing fee is not cheap, ranging from tens of thousands to tens of millions!
Tang Mubai was not used to it.
Not to mention, once he joins "Miracle", he can use up his lifespan to help newcomers who join the group improve their strength!
The improvement in strength cannot be compared with tens or millions of federal coins.
Tang Mubai made up his mind, but Xu Dalu was dumbfounded and murmured, "No one will join without a signing fee..."
"It doesn't matter."
Tang Mubai waved his hand and said disapprovingly, "If no one joins, then it will be just the three of us. When we leave the territory, I will come forward to represent Miracle and find other mercenary groups to cooperate."
Multiple mercenary groups cooperate in hunting together. Not only is it officially allowed, but all small mercenary groups are also willing to cooperate.
Tang Mubai said this, Xu Dalu was speechless.
After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll go find an agent and see if I can buy the slaughterhouse quickly."
"Is this right?"
Tang Mubai clapped his hands and said excitedly, "The slaughterhouse you buy must be in good operation and have never had any problems. Don't buy those slaughterhouses with problems, no matter how cheap they are!"
"Okay, I'll pay attention."
Xu Dalu nodded. Since he wanted to buy a slaughterhouse, he had to buy a good one.
…
The matter has been explained.
Tang Mubai left the restaurant and continued driving around.
The streets near the Chengdong Branch of the Anwu Bureau have the highest number of runs.
Xie Hongyun was harboring orcs, but Tang Mubai reported this to the Anwu Bureau.
Logically speaking, the Anwu Bureau should take action.
But throughout the whole day, Tang Mubai didn't see any action from the Anwu Bureau.
This made Tang Mubai curious and at the same time, he was even more interested in the power of the Red Lake Group.
Obviously, the Anwu Bureau did not take action, most likely because they were concerned about the Honghu Group.
Perhaps secretly, the Anwu Bureau is already making preparations, but openly, the Anwu Bureau is the same as usual.
Tang Mubai was curious about this and had no intention of going into it further.
Now the Anwu Bureau is holding back, and no doubt an accident is brewing.
On the day it erupts, it will definitely cause a major earthquake!
At that time, Tang Mubai would rush over to watch the fun and it would not be too late to recover his lifespan.
…
I didn't go to the Hongyun Slaughterhouse. After a whole day, the lifespan recovered, plus the lifespan left before, barely exceeded 600.
Spending 100 years of life at night to give Xu Dalu the last "treatment".
The next day, the old man found that he was completely healed!
Although I still walk with a slight limp, it is a habit left over decades. If I correct it and persist for a period of time, I will be back to normal.
A leg that had been disabled for decades healed itself in three days. If I told you, not many people would believe it.
The old man was excited and sighed, but he also consciously shut up.
He didn't tell Tang Mubai and Fang Shuixian, let alone him.
Early in the morning, have breakfast.
Tang Mubai drove to the Wushu Association Building to attend the "Warrior Selection Meeting".
This unique recruitment meeting was held in the square behind the Wushu Association building, and simple tents were temporarily set up.
Representatives from a martial arts school, a company, and a mercenary group were sitting in a tent, receiving inquiries from passing warriors, negotiating terms, and signing agreements.
As for martial arts, they rarely appear.
Because the sect follows the elite route and recruits professional warriors who are talented or whose families have money.
Most of the warriors who came to participate in the "Martial Artist Selection Meeting" were average and looked down upon by the sect.
Tang Mubai was more selective than the sect, so he found the person in charge of the "selection meeting" and opened a stall.
I just made a banner and hung it next to it with a line of words written on it.
"We can make you stronger!"
That's it. There are no other requirements or conditions.
When the professional warriors passing by the booth saw this scene, they couldn't help but curiously stepped forward to inquire. When they learned that it was just empty words, there were no specific plans at all, and there was not even a signing fee, they exploded on the spot.
"Who are you fooling? You don't even have a signing fee, but you actually start a mercenary group?"
The man who broke out, about thirty years old, stood dancing in front of Tang Mubai's stall, shouting and dancing.
"Everyone, come and see, this mercenary group has nothing but empty words and dares to recruit people!"
"I have lived for more than thirty years, and this is the first time I have heard of such a weird mercenary group!"
“Not only is there no guarantee, there’s not even a signing fee!”