Inside the temporary tent workshop, it was already a scene of demons and monsters running wild.
Young Man floated in the middle of the room, typing rapidly on his laptop, while countless tentacles danced at high speed behind him.
Some pressed calculators, some kept accounts, and even more tapped away at electronic devices. When one person in one room produced the keyboard noise of an entire internet café, who knew how many tasks were running at once?
The "true tentacle monster" was reaching conclusions at an astonishing speed.
"Calculated it. This month's surplus increased by 7%."
"There are seventeen vacant internal positions, plus new positions needed for expansion. External recruitment could reach a maximum of 121 people. Uh, calculate the costs. It looks like they're asking for more than just East Country Coins and Credit Coins."
"Right, the local loot, specialties, and spoils of war need to be sold too. Give me an estimated value and have the second-tier merchant groups package them up? I should be able to get the authorities to sell them on our behalf."
"The Courtyard factory's surplus is pretty good. Should we expand that too? Forget it. I don't need the income. There's no need to bring in too many strangers as permanent residents."
"Huh? Who's this, applying directly for Life Points and Credit Coins? It reached me without even a signature, and the reason is 'you know.' Heh. What awful handwriting. Cat Cat, reject it."
Lu PingAn sat atop a floating board, his countless "tentacles" busily at work. These new "nervous systems" came with touch, perception, and even taste, making Lu PingAn feel as though he had several bodies. As a high-level Scholar, combined with the newly added "rule-level nerves," he truly could handle several, or even more than a dozen, tasks in parallel.