I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 29 Humble
Although he knew that graduation meant unemployment, Chen Yu did not expect the current employment situation to be so severe.

The college entrance examination pass rate at Tianyuan High School is very low, with only 10% of the five high schools passing the exam. This results in most high school graduates having to find employment after graduation.

High school students receive a monthly stipend of 500 yuan, but graduates do not, forcing them to find their own way to make a living.

Ordinary jobs are not feasible for cultivators, because if their daily income is insufficient to compensate for the depletion of their magical power, their cultivation level will continue to decline. This results in cultivators having high incomes but also high expenses.

Furthermore, because monks are subject to place of origin management, if no other city accepts them, monks who wander to other cities usually only have one option: to be repatriated. In the end, this forces them to remain in their place of origin.

There are about a thousand cultivators in the entire talent market, and that's because it's already past 8 a.m., and most of them have already decided to become spiritual energy miners.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up when he saw these people.

Fifty yuan a day is very cheap; these people can be hired by themselves.

After reviewing the relevant regulations, he discovered that his company had just been established and did not have complete tax and employment records, with a current maximum of four employees.

"It's a pity, but it's also good this way. If I hire them, they'll definitely be grateful to me. They might even earn more than they spend, which would be terrible."

Based on his current plans, Chen Yu decided to complete the question bank for dreams first.

Since it's an intellectual competition, a huge question bank is needed so that players will have different questions each time they enter.

Furthermore, these questions need to be quite challenging and cover multiple aspects, so one person definitely cannot complete them alone; therefore, multiple people are needed to help.

Therefore, I need to choose a graduate of the second high school, which is a cultural high school, because their major is culture.

Once the results are good, bring in graduates from other schools to expand the topics and continue to exploit negative emotions.

After all, with forty people participating, only one can ultimately win. That one person's happiness is built on the disappointment of the thirty-nine, which can definitely help one quickly generate negative emotions.

After clarifying his business plan, Chen Yu walked through the talent aisle and began looking for the talent he admired.

Realizing that Chen Yu seemed genuinely interested in hiring people, some people started to get creative.

Noticing that Chen Yu was wearing the uniform of a sports high school, several burly men immediately stood up, their muscular chests rhythmically undulating, displaying their strength and sending Chen Yu their flirtatious glances.

Junior, we're pretty awesome.

Not wanting to make eye contact with them, Chen Yu looked away and then locked eyes with several art high school graduates.

I thought the other person would show off their artistic skills, but to my surprise, they also ripped off their clothes, revealing their muscular physique, and then rhythmically shook their body while whistling.

Junior, we're moving at a really fast pace.

The dreamlike coordination of rhythm and muscle made Chen Yu marvel at how many talented people this place produced, with hidden talents and promising talents everywhere.

If the overall economic situation weren't so bad, how could I not find a job?

Unfortunately, he only had four openings, and the target was students from a cultural high school; otherwise, he really wanted to bring them all back.

Shaking his head regretfully, Chen Yu wandered around for half a day before finally finding a graduate from a cultural high school in a corner.

Tianyuan No. 2 High School, also known as a cultural high school, has the highest entry requirements and the highest undergraduate enrollment rate, which once reached 30%.

Moreover, those who fail to get into university often choose to retake the exam or take a stable job at a local small company, and rarely come here.

The graduate in front of him seemed to be a newcomer, sitting on the mat quite reserved, not as outgoing as the others, and didn't show any talent when he saw Chen Yu.

When he noticed Chen Yu's gaze, he lowered his head shyly, but then raised his red paper a little higher, both to cover his flushed cheeks and to make it easier for Chen Yu to see.

"Luo Tong, a '98 graduate, from last year..."

"Hmm," Luo Tong said softly from under the red paper.

"Moral Education 84, Cultural Studies 77, Physical Education 65, Art 75, Labor 82, Total Score 383. Isn't that the second-tier university cutoff score from last year? Why didn't you go to university? And why is your cultural score so low?"

"I want to get into the Xuanfa Sect..." Luo Tong's voice trailed off. Chen Yu was even more surprised: "The Xuanfa Sect is a top-tier university! And doesn't it require a total score of over 400, with perfect scores in the academic subjects?"

"Yes, I want to repeat a year, but I don't have enough money for tuition, so I can only do odd jobs."

"But your academic subjects..."

"I didn't perform well before, but I'll definitely do better this time."

After saying that, Luo Tong raised his head, mustered his courage, and looked at Chen Yu, saying, "Excuse me, you must be looking for someone to tutor you in your studies, right? Um, if you don't mind..."

"Oh, I'm 93 in culture."

"excuse me……"

Luo Tong's face turned so red it was almost bleeding.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, completely bewildered as to why a student from a sports school could have such high scores in academic subjects.

Shouldn't you go to the second high school?

However, when he realized that Chen Yu hadn't left, he felt a little hopeful again.

Chen Yu was indeed very interested in Luo Tong.

Although their academic performance was somewhat lacking, their overall score was very high, making them a good fit for future collaboration.

Moreover, since he is a graduate of a cultural high school, perhaps he really did underperform, and it is worth trying.

Therefore, he helped the other person up: "Luo Tong, please come with me. That's the meeting room, let's go in and talk in detail."

Luo Tong, who was helped up, felt as if he were dreaming.

He's been here for several days, but he's naturally shy and doesn't know how to show himself, so few people pay him any attention.

Moreover, despite being a student at the Second High School, his academic scores were below 90, leading others to suspect that he had coasted through the course.

Now, finally someone invited him into the negotiation room. Even if it didn't work out in the end, it was still an affirmation, which moved him so much that he almost cried.

As soon as Chen Yu stepped into the meeting room, he felt a gaze fall upon him.

The object casting its gaze upon him was a statue placed in the negotiation room, the Contract Star Lord.

In this world, every region is sealed off and isolated from one another, with only one exception.

That is the Star Lord.

The Star Lords possess different powers, which are manifestations of the will of Heaven, and they possess different divine powers.

The Contract Star Lord is the deity in charge of contracts. Contracts signed under its witness will be protected by it, but a portion of magic power or cash must be paid as payment for making the contract.

Besides faith, the money obtained by using related authority is an important source of income for the Star Lord.

Feeling Xingjun's gaze, Luo Tong calmed down a bit and quickly said, "My classmate, my pay is very low, fifty yuan a day, daily payment accepted, no social insurance or housing fund required. I can start work an hour early and finish an hour late, for a total of 26 hours a day. If you are still not satisfied, we can define the time of day freely, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

"...No, your hourly wage is less than two dollars!"

"One piece is fine too."

At that moment, Chen Yu saw only two words on the other person's face:

humble.

(End of this chapter)