"Recruit them?"
At Su Yuan's words, all the students in the Preparatory Class froze.
But Su Yuan merely smiled and left them hanging.
"Most members of the Black Labor Cult are pitiful cultivators from poor backgrounds. It wouldn't be right to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
"So we should recruit them, put them through systematic training, and help them earn the appropriate professional certifications."
"As for the specific method, I'll keep that to myself for now."
"All you need to do is train hard in Dragon Foundation Divine Strength and the Thousand-Tendon Staff Technique for three days, then come with me on the expedition."
Though Long Wentao and the others were still puzzled, they could only nod in agreement.
They'd planned to train hard in those two martial arts anyway, so Su Yuan's instructions didn't conflict with their plans.
As his classmates gradually dispersed, Su Yuan suddenly asked, "By the way, anyone want to try my managed tutoring service while you're at it?"
"It's cheap, and I guarantee you'll reach minor mastery in both martial arts in three days."
The students of the Preparatory Class: "..."
They silently quickened their pace, taking three steps in two and charging out of the classroom.
Even though Xiao Kong looked a little tempted, Xiao Meng forcibly dragged him away.
After all, once the alchemy and artifact-refining assembly lines had begun operating, Su Yuan had put all the laborers on a managed-work system.
After seeing the laborers' working conditions with their own eyes, the students—as investors—had developed a psychological aversion to this so-called managed therapy.
And now he wanted them to become laborers?
Who'd agree to that?
Su Yuan felt a little disappointed by his classmates' distrust.
But he soon rallied and started diligently training in Dragon Foundation Divine Strength and