"Patriarch Zhao, have you made up your mind? If you have, please help me arrange a meeting with the heads of the other major families."
"If you can also invite that mysterious City Lord, even better."
Ye Lin tapped the table, smiling as he watched Zhao Qing before him.
Naturally, he had no desire to personally handle the task of recruiting people. Doing it all alone would be exhausting—not worth it.
This was also the method Ye Lin had come up with.
Why not outsource it?
The Spirit King would provide him with resources, while these people would work for him. When the time came, he could take a cut from both sides.
Getting resources for nothing and not having to lift a finger—wasn't that even better?
"Fine. I'll first arrange a meeting with the heads of the other three major families and the City Lord. Then we can discuss it together."
"If we do it, we do it together. If not, none of us will do it."
At that moment, Zhao Qing gritted his teeth and spoke.
Either everyone did it together, or nobody did it at all.
That was indeed a good idea.
"Sure."
Ye Lin smiled faintly.
Not do it? Was that even possible?
What had these people come to the Origin Continent for?
Naturally, to rake in resources. And their roots were not even on the Origin Continent. They did not care what they did here; all they cared about was how much they could gain.
As long as he offered enough benefits, he did not have to worry about them refusing to take the bait.
Once they were tempted, his plan would be a perfect success.
"Fellow Daoist, I've already notified them. They're on their way."
"Now, I only wish to ask you: who killed