Uchiha Madara felt that this man's command of language was especially strong.
The emotions of the people below had remained entirely under his control. If he wanted them happy, they were happy; if he wanted them disappointed, they were disappointed.
"You can receive the money you want most right now. And," the man said as he looked at the young people below, "once someone dies, they won't need money anymore. That money will then be divided among those who survive until the end."
"So how much money will those of you who survive in the end receive? I don't know either, but it should be enough to make you as rich as a nation," the man said with a smile.
The people below grew extremely excited after hearing the man's words. Everyone knew that the gold coins one person could receive right now would be enough to support them for the rest of their lives.
If they were to divide all those gold coins again, they truly would be as rich as a nation.
"So every one of you who came here today might become a future tycoon. Starting today, change your lives!" the man shouted at last.
Everyone below let out wolf-like howls. Their desire for money had already made them completely lose themselves.
"From now on, you people can register here. We no longer have a limit on numbers—the more people, the better." After saying that, the man stepped down from the stage.
Hearing this news naturally stirred up the people below once more.
If there was no limit on numbers, then it meant the number of gold coins would certainly keep increasing.
They had already begun fantasizing about becoming rich. Every heart was filled with longing.
Uchiha Madara looked at those young people, bewitched as if by