Whatever the method, he had gotten his hands on the pass and the mercenary upgrade certificate. If he had followed the proper procedures, taken missions, built up his credit, and worked his way up to a Level Four mercenary team, it would have taken at least a month or two. After all, for an obscure little team, even taking on enough missions to reach twenty wasn't easy. The competition in this line of work was fierce.
To be honest, Hao Ren was reminded of Taobao back on Earth. If today's matter had been left to those professionals who made a living farming positive reviews on Taobao, they probably would have handled it even more smoothly than he had. Mercenary ratings in another world only went up to Level Five. On Earth, you could visit any random website and take a look—if its ranking system didn't include nine stars and eighteen diamonds, it would be too embarrassed to claim it had a leaderboard...
However, another major reason Hao Ren's little trick had succeeded was that the Mercenary Association couldn't be bothered to argue with him. Besides, this world was still in an age when rule by people took precedence above all else. The boundary between a Level Five mercenary team and a Level Four team wasn't all that important. Even a bunch of helpless rookies—many mercenaries actually weren't good at fighting; they helped residents solve their problems and were more like contract-based community officers running errands—could work their way up by finding twenty cats and dogs for people. This was merely an artificial boundary used to determine whether a team was newly formed. Even if someone cut corners, the association couldn't be bothered to investigate. On top of that, the lady responsible for registering missions was rushing to get off work