Watching the players toss the crabs—no, the bound, Blood Corpse— into the truck behind the Dragonborn, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] counted the number and transferred a substantial sum to [ Soaring Clouds ].
He settles accounts one by one; this is his business habit.
Soaring Clouds, having received the money, revealed a satisfied expression. He approached the Shit Appraisal Master once more.
"Hey bro, can you tell me what you're going to do with these Blood Corpse?"
Are you asking me or the actual buyer?
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] smiled and said:
"Don't forget, I'm just a middleman."
"Of course, they are the real buyers."
[ Soaring Clouds ] nudged him with his elbow and said:
If it's inconvenient, then forget it.
"What's inconvenient about that?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] briefly considered the purpose in his mind, then counted on his fingers and said to [ Soaring Clouds ]:
"To be honest, these Blood Corpse are truly treasures of World of Disorder... Although they can cause some harm to the human body if not handled properly, it's actually not a big deal—look at uranium ore, it's radioactive, isn't it?"
"You know [ Do Some Farm Work ] and [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], right? They recently took on a commission to design some automatic forging hammers for Dragonborn Village, but the river's current is too slow, making the water-powered forging hammers inefficient and impractical."
As he said this, [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] looked at [ Soaring Clouds ]:
"Dude, what do you think of at this moment?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] swallowed hard, but did not answer. [ Shit Appraisal Master ] continued listing with great interest:
"Also, Gungnir's combat training requires Blood Corpse, but they are living, breathing people, and we can't let them get infected. So what comes to mind in that situation?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] did not answer.
"Those big gaming clubs, the ones that 'crowdfund to support their big brothers,' have an unusually high demand for experience points. Guess if they want mobile experience packs?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] did not answer.
"Even I and the [short- Great Expectations ] [ Good Times Don't Last ] Chamber of Commerce need more powerful transportation. What do you think we'd think of?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] patted [ Soaring Clouds ] on the shoulder as he spoke:
"Lone wolf players usually only like to use the heads of Blood Corpse to exchange for rewards, but they don't know that living and harmless Blood Corpse are the real scarce resource."
"The event has only just begun. Before they even think about this aspect, you must seize this business opportunity..."
Soaring Clouds nodded firmly upon hearing this, realizing that the " Shit Appraisal Master " was not deceiving him.
As the number of players increases, so does the number of players with clever ideas.
Soaring Clouds Xiao clearly realized that he might be the first person to capture Blood Corpse on a large scale, but such an organization could not possibly be the only one.
He has two days left, and he must capture a vampire count within those two days in order to solidify his leading position in the " Blood Corpse supply chain".
Thinking of this, [ Soaring Clouds ] said somewhat dejectedly:
"What a pity, buddy. My studio is too small. Even if I bring all the players over tomorrow, there will only be about a dozen people. It will still be difficult to improve efficiency."
"Hey, I have a good idea."
The Shit Appraisal Master " flicked his finger, as if some wicked idea was brewing.
"Um?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] suddenly became interested:
You have a solution for this?
"Yes, are you acquainted with this person, [ Do Some Farm Work ]?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] shook his head. He joined the game at a moderate pace, and he only knew a few of the players who started the game. Apart from two businessmen, he was not very familiar with the others.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] said:
"I remember that before winter, that guy made a device for harmlessly disposing of Blood Corpse. It only required two people to operate and could harmlessly dispose of three parts of Blood Corpse very quickly."
[ Soaring Clouds ] was greatly surprised upon hearing this:
"There's such a good thing? I've never heard of it before?"
"Go search the forum for posts from three months ago, you should find something. That post was quite popular for a couple of days, and then winter came, and the Blood Corpse were all frozen in the ground. I remember that machine also went to collect dust."
"Dude, I'd like to buy this machine, or rent it if that's not possible."
"No problem, leave it to me."
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] patted his chest and said:
"I promise to deliver it tomorrow along with the two doors."
"Okay!"
Sitting in the passenger seat of the returning Dragonborn truck, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] hummed a little tune with satisfaction.
After visiting the Great Labyrinth City, he felt that his business acumen had reached a new level.
There are so many merchants in the Great Labyrinth City —traders, cargo carriers, sellers of prosthetics... Each merchant has their own set of logic, and while he made his fair share of mistakes there, he also gained a lot of experience.
He knew that the machine had been gathering dust in the hands of [ Do Some Farm Work ]. This trip of his would not only help the machine find a use, but he could also receive a considerable amount of transportation fees, which was a win-win situation.
Meanwhile, before logging off, [ Soaring Clouds ] was busy assigning tasks to his staff:
"Pay attention to the group chat's online time tomorrow. Everyone log on immediately when the time comes. We need to clear out the nearby Blood Corpse and locate the Earl's position tomorrow, then capture him the day after! I don't want to renew Bennett's subscription again; its rental fee is really expensive!"
The following evening, everyone at Soaring Sky Studio gathered again to begin their work for the day.
Yesterday, everyone logged off using [Cocoon] in the Wilderness of Chaos, so when they logged back in, they were still in the same spot, saving them the trouble of running back and forth across the map.
The moment the body and soul were connected, a series of clanging and banging sounds reached everyone's ears.
They looked toward the direction where the ironwood wall had originally been, and saw two Dragonborn hammering nails into the wall, securing the two large doors to the ironwood opening that had been created the day before.
They had several iron nails between their teeth, and their large, scale-covered hands were clenched into fists that looked even more powerful than hammers.
With two loud "bangs," a nail was hammered to the bottom.
Meanwhile, their boss, Soaring Clouds, was continuing to Planting trees around the outside of the door.
Seeing his subordinates log on promptly, he quickly said:
"[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] has gone to lure the monsters. You guys come and help. I've thought about it, and the double door is still safer."
Everyone immediately understood. Just like in some sandbox building games, many people choose a double-layered fence gate design to prevent the raised creatures from escaping.
However, in this World of Disorder, the seemingly low fences have become sturdy and towering Iron Birch, and the simple fence gates have become intricately carved church doors...