The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 325 A Two Billion Annual Salary Secures the Qin Dynasty's Number One War God
This time, the golden light mainly fell on the two living players, and soon the terracotta figures on their bodies returned to normal, making them no different from normal people.

The two men were incredulous when they realized they could move the petrified parts of their bodies.

"I...I can move my hand again, I've recovered?!"

"I can move again! My God, what kind of living bodhisattva is Song Mang? Not only did he help me recover, but he also transferred 100,000 yuan in ghost money to my family!"

The two were almost moved to tears.

The other players who were hiding and peeking outside the stone gate were also stunned. They never expected that the players had actually recovered!

"They really recovered! Song Mang wasn't lying. Those two even got 100,000 yuan for nothing!"

"I understand. Song Mang wants to restore it herself, but she's worried that the altar is unreliable, so she's using them as guinea pigs!"

"This experiment subject is too awesome! Not only is his body fine, but he also gets 100,000 ghost coins! 100,000 ghost coins are worth much more than 100,000 yuan before!"

While the players were discussing, Song Mang himself stood on the altar and pressed the crescent moon button.

Before long, she recovered.

She looked at her hands and feet. "Not bad, not bad, no different from the original. It seems I need to use Blood Moon to restore them before my whole body turns into a terracotta figure, otherwise it will be impossible to restore them."

Upon hearing this, the other players excitedly rushed to the altar, wanting to climb up.

"Song Mang, Song Mang, help me! I want to recover too! Please let me go back to normal!"

"Miss Song, I apologize for my disrespect just now. You are such a kind and beautiful person, please help me!"

"Song Mang, I'm begging you on my knees, please save me!"

Before long, the altar was filled with kneeling people, who were pleading with Song Mang with tears streaming down their faces.

Song Mang said coldly, "I gave you a chance, but you couldn't seize it. That's how the world is now. The chance to survive is fleeting, and if you don't grasp it, it's gone."

When I approached you earlier, you were too scared to gamble. You wait until others have tried before coming to me? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"Do not--!"

Some people wailed in despair, their eyes filled with resentment as they looked at Song Mang.

"You could have saved us, why couldn't you have done so? We are all human beings, we are all compatriots, how could you be so cruel as to watch your fellow human beings die!"

Song Mang's expression remained unchanged.

She said calmly, "I'm not a bodhisattva. Just because someone kneels down and cries in front of me doesn't mean I have to save their life. Besides, even a bodhisattva won't necessarily save you just because you worship him."

Her gaze swept over the two rescued players.

"All I know is that the chance to survive is something you have to fight for. Only those who are willing to fight for it can live longer in this world. Praying to heaven and earth, asking gods and Buddhas, is not as good as asking yourself."

Song Mang put away the paper tank, ignoring the wails of the remaining players, and left the underground altar.

The young man in black had already emerged from the tank and cleared out the terracotta warriors from the underground space.

He glanced at the wailing, desperate human players, then at Song Mang's retreating figure, a hint of interest creeping into his eyes.

After Song Mang stepped out of the stone gate, he suddenly appeared beside her and asked, "What are you doing out there?"

"Start your own company and be your own boss."

The young man suddenly realized, "Oh, evil capitalist, no wonder he's so efficient and has so much money."

Song Mang suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "Didn't I tell you? The evil spirits in my company earn an annual salary of 200,000, and the Rakshasa and Ghost Generals can earn a million a year. They provide food, accommodation, and medical insurance, and even give away paper luxury supercars."

As for the Ghost King and Ghost Immortals, needless to say, they both earn hundreds of millions in salaries, and often receive double bonuses.

"???!"

It seems I misunderstood her.

So they were involved in charity work. The young man in black also stopped in his tracks, standing there stunned for a long time, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He doubted the veracity of the treatment Song Mang described.

But then he thought about it again and realized that the more than 2 billion ghost money that Song Mang had given him, as well as the promised treatment, seemed insignificant!
Song Mang then retrieved a contract from the strange app and handed it to the young man in black.

"I'm going to pull off something big later, and the ghosts around me have to be ghosts I trust."

Song Mang looked at him and said, "I will definitely keep the promises I made to you."

Your subordinates are all exceptionally capable generals. I plan to increase their annual salaries to 500,000 each, and bonuses will be calculated based on your team's performance, basically doubling their annual salaries.

Song Mang had originally promised them an annual salary of 200,000, but she had already said that even the company's "Demons" earned 200,000 a year, so it was impossible for her to give them the lowest possible treatment.

"what about me?"

the young man asked.

Song Mang smiled and said, "We're about to sign the contract, shouldn't you tell me your real name?"

The young man looked at her with some surprise.

How could she know...

No one noticed that he was impersonating Meng Tian; even Zhao Gao, who had been with him for so long, was unaware.

“I not only know this, I also know why you are impersonating Meng Tian.”

Song Mang said, "Zhao Gao is impersonating Fusu to deceive you, and you are also deceiving him. You just want to use the name of the Qin emperor to recruit these soldiers for your own use."

"When you were alive, although you were a famous general of Qin, you believed that kings and nobles were not born with their titles. You were unwilling to be subordinate to others, and you did not want to be controlled by the Qin royal family any longer."

The young man didn't speak, but took the contract from Song Mang's hand and looked at it carefully.

The treatment he received was written above.

Song Mang added, “You and Qin Shi Huang are not from the same era. Perhaps you learned about him from ghosts in later generations, but you have definitely underestimated his influence.”

You use his name to summon these famous generals of later generations and make them work for you. But with just one order from the First Emperor, they will immediately betray you, and all your efforts will be in vain.

If you want them to follow you willingly, one person's influence alone won't be enough.

The young man looked her over curiously. "What do you need to rely on?"

She smiled slightly. "Of course...it's about money, about treatment they can never refuse."

"interesting."

The young man smiled and signed the contract.

Upon seeing the name he signed, Song Mang's pupils constricted slightly.

Sure enough it was him!

The First War God of the Qin Dynasty!

White up!

After the young man signed the contract, Song Mang quickly snatched it away, saying, "Once you've signed it, you can't go back on your word! I'll give you a salary of two billion a year; no one can offer that much!"
"If you succeed in your rebellion and become the Ghost Emperor or something, you'll have to protect me, your investor!"

Bai Qi coldly replied, "Let's talk about it after you get out of here alive. You haven't given me the equipment you promised."

Song Mang stroked his chin and said, "Tell me, if I give the statue 10 billion ghost coins, will it give me the ancient castle and magical artifacts?"

Bai Qi: ? ? ? !

(End of this chapter)