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

Chapter 522 Everyone's Dilemma (66)

The package arrived on the afternoon the bandaged man posted the task.

Chen Yu is now registered with Xingzhe Passenger Transport. All packages sent to Xingzhe Passenger Transport will enjoy preferential treatment and be transported by dedicated vehicles.

The previous 130,000 yuan in fares was not enough to cover these costs, and Xingzhe Bus did this not out of any sense of contractual obligation, but simply because it was more cost-effective.

Driven by the Star Lord's divination scheme and with the deliberate encouragement of the Disaster Response Department, the confrontation between Chen Yu and Cao Zhen is gradually becoming known, and then it begins to be broadcast live and publicized.

In this era of capital-driven development, every company craves traffic, and every business leader desires attention. For Xingzhe Bus, this is the best form of advertising, letting others know that Xingzhe Bus can reach anywhere.

Upon seeing the large number of packages that had suddenly arrived, Chen Yu curiously opened one of them, only to be startled by the human head inside.

What kind of demon dares to plot against me?
When the severed head in his hand began to greet him enthusiastically, Chen Yu remained silent for a long time.

With the help of the hamster and Ma Daqiang, Chen Yu opened all the boxes and saw hundreds of heads neatly arranged, looking just like the dolls in the wig shop.

Looking at these heads, Chen Yu remained silent for a while, then recognized one of the heads as the one he had seen in Changsheng Prefecture.

Walking over, Chen Yu said to the severed head, "Brother, how did you end up in the package?"

"It saves money!" the man said cheerfully. "The train ticket is 360 yuan, and the express delivery is 18 yuan. Of course, I'll go by express delivery."

"And what about your body?"

"I was originally planning to go and do some repairs, but I saw that they urgently needed a driver here, so I came over. Thanks to Mr. Chen's interest-free magic loan, I was able to successfully end my contract with the Wu Group. I have no way to repay your kindness, so please feel free to use my services, Mr. Chen, as a way of repaying your interest."

Those who come here at this time are all moved by Chen Yu's benevolence and righteousness and are willing to come and repay Chen Yu.

They already knew through live streams and various information channels that Chen Yu was fighting against the Disaster Response Department, and that Chen Yu was currently investing in the construction of a port. Coming over at this time would not bring any benefits, but would instead put them on the Disaster Response Department's blacklist, which would have a great impact on their future lives as cattle and horses.

But they still came.

There's no other reason than that Chen Yu treated them like human beings back then, so naturally he wants to repay him now.

The driver thought his free service would make Chen Yu extremely grateful, but Chen Yu frowned and immediately retorted, "Are you confused?"

"Eh?"

"You risked your life and insurance coverage to help me this time. What if I encounter this situation again next time?"

"Um...should I continue to help?"

"What about the next time? And the time after that?"

"Um……"

"See? You hesitated! You know these things can't be free for long. If I keep refusing to pay, you'll resent me, then distance yourself from me, and eventually we won't even be friends anymore."

"I didn't mean it!"

"But your actions do have merit! Remember, you're helping me by taking money now; others will only be willing to come if they see they can make money here. Morality is predicated on the existence of laws; the most basic law is that effort should be rewarded. We must be law-abiding citizens!"

The driver was stunned for a long time, then suddenly realized his mistake: "Mr. Chen, I was wrong! Please pay me my salary!"

“Very good. Junior sister, could you please help me calculate the wages? Others are kind and generous, so we can't let everyone down. Let's calculate according to the highest standard.”

"Actually, the most basic one is fine..."

Chen Yu gave him a look: "Follow the highest standards! Are you trying to harm me?"

"I wouldn't dare, please insult me ​​with your salary, Mr. Chen!" "That's exactly how it should be!"

Looking at the hundreds of heads in front of him, Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction, feeling that this was quite good.

Others are taking risks by coming here, and we can't let them bear those risks; we must take them on ourselves.

And these risks can be resolved with money, so no matter how you look at it, you're the one who benefits.

It's fantastic to be able to spend money and build a good port at the same time.

Once the new miniature puppet was in place, the driver's salary was also arranged.

After learning that they could earn 200 yuan a day, plus overtime pay and various other subsidies, the drivers' morale visibly soared!
They rushed toward the small puppets and started working in them.

The sand and rust in the port disappeared at a visible rate, which also made the bandaged man see the huge effect that money could bring.

Turns out, motivating employees doesn't require empty promises or team-building activities; just giving them money is enough!
If you earn less yourself but improve your employees' compensation, you can unleash their enormous potential and thus increase efficiency.

Mr. Chen, I understand!
The bandaged man wrote this down as a golden rule in his little notebook, intending to pass it on as a family heirloom to his successor after he died.

After finishing his notes, the bandaged man returned to the bar and continued to ponder Chen Yu's intention in leaving him 300 million yuan.

The question was too profound for the bandaged man to understand. He could only say to Ma Daqiang and Liu Qing, who had just finished dealing with the heads and were resting, "Could you two do me a favor?"

Liu Qing instinctively shielded Ma Daqiang in front of her, using Ma Daqiang's high moral character as her own barrier.

Like a hamster searching for food, she cautiously poked her head out and asked, "Mr. Can't Hold It In, just say what's on your mind."

"It's the bandaged man. President Chen asked me to spend 300 million. Do you have any leads?"

"...I've never even seen three hundred million when I'm doing math problems, and you're asking me?"

"That's true. So, who do you think I should consult?"

"Ask whoever spent the money, just don't ask me."

Liu Qing's teasing remark made the bandaged man realize something.

I was so stupid. I had the contact information of Mr. Chen's right-hand men, so why didn't I make good use of it?

He sincerely thanked her, contacted Luo Tong, and then looked at the driver who was frantically working in the distance, waiting for the other party's response.

Inside Tianyuan Morning Light, Luo Tong also had his own worries.

Before President Chen left, the tone for the future had already been set: "My Dream" would be released after the calamity ended, and the "Mortal's Path" module would be locked until the game was completed before the official version could be released.

Although I don't know why, Mr. Chen must have his own reasons for doing this.

But the problem now is that Feng Le is stuck.

His nosebleeds were decreasing, and he looked healthier, but his mental state was deteriorating.

Anyone with eyes can see he's not sick, but he insists he's terminally ill, resulting in the modules becoming increasingly bizarre and slowing down progress.

Seeing Feng Le's pale face and the fact that he was about to collapse, Luo Tong didn't know what to do next.

(End of this chapter)