Asking for Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets
Lately, the focus will be on two chapters of 3,000 words each. The Elite Competition is coming up, so it'll depend on the actual needs of where the chapters break.
Xiong Mao Er rubbed his fingers together in a money-counting gesture, only for Chu Tianshu to hook an arm around his neck.
Chu Tianshu waggled his brows. "Xiong Mao Er, you're right. We've been risking our lives for so long, doing all this backbreaking, dirty work."
He suddenly lowered his voice and waggled his brows again. "We've been risking our lives for so long. When it's time to split the accounts later, there should at least be some... mental compensation, right?"
"Ahem!" Gu Qianli suddenly coughed, and everyone fell silent.
At this point, everyone present was sharp and perceptive, so naturally they all understood.
Their group had merely been used as bait, placed in the Eye of Wind to bloom right at the center and draw the soul beasts into attacking en masse.
Chen Xuanqi swept his gaze over the pile of corpses, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. He slapped his forehead, as if suddenly enlightened, and said, "Ah, Dog-Faced Chu is right!"
"When we hire day laborers, we still give them meal allowances, even heat subsidies."
"Now we're doing this life-risking work ourselves, and there are so many good things this time. Xiong Mao Er, we can't shortchange our own people!"
Xiong Mao Er shook his head like a rattle drum, waving both hands wildly. "Tch, tch, why don't you go say it yourselves? Why are you egging me on?"
"I'm not going. I'm a bachelor. Once I'm fed, my whole family's full!"
All these fellows wanted was a little more variety. These families' annual profits were only two