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

Chapter 611 It's Good to Be Rich (36)

With a new prayer ceremony approaching, Wenchang City has launched a new dream-making activity.

However, compared to previous years, there are far fewer works on display this year.

As the incarnation of Wenchang Xingjun, Zhuge Xingjun detests those cram schools that resemble gangsters, so he has been working hard to rectify the education and training industry here.

Moreover, due to the collapse of the Jingxincao (a tutoring company) business, a large number of tutoring center owners went bankrupt and absconded, leaving the remaining owners without much energy, which has made the market much weaker this year.

However, although the quantity has decreased, the quality has improved.

The exemplary role of outstanding dream weavers should not be underestimated. Chen Yu's appearance has improved the quality of dreams recently, and it has also allowed Shi Ling and Shi Qingyao in the Dream Weaver Association to finally enjoy some good food.

After appreciating several excellent dreams, Shi Ling from the Wenchang City Dream Makers Association stretched and felt that she could leave work before noon today.

After get off work, I play "My Dream" to practice building houses.

Then I would go to "Journey to the Abyss" to run dungeons. If I made money, I would continue playing; if I went bankrupt, I would go scavenging for trash.

Just as Shi Ling was envisioning her day, Shi Qingyao, the vice president and also her aunt, sent her a message: 【Come over here.】

Looking at the message and then at the clock pointing to 11:53, Shi Ling really wanted to ask if the other party was in such a hurry because they sensed their impending death and wanted to come over to make arrangements for their affairs.

But you can only think about it.

After all, the other party was her aunt, and also a Foundation Establishment expert. She would have to die four or five times before the other party could die once. There was no way she could keep up with that.

Regretting her decision, Shi Ling stood up and walked into the vice president's office with the feeling of visiting a grave. She saw that small figure standing by the window, gazing into the distance.

Here, the illusory image of Wenchang Xingjun has been updated once. The new illusory image of Wenchang Xingjun has flowing robes and an ancient style. The jade pendant at his waist has a watery luster, and he has the demeanor of a handsome young gentleman.

Compared to the previous Wenchang Xingjun who was covered in tattoos, Shi Ling felt that the new Wenchang Xingjun was indeed better.

Moreover, Chen Yu is truly remarkable for being able to correct the image of Wenchang Xingjun with a series of "Dream People".

Although he hasn't been in contact with Chen Yu recently, he has been playing with Shi Ling and Shi Qingyao in his dreams.

Every time they mention each other, they marvel at how quickly a genius rises to prominence.

A year ago, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, but now he has suddenly become the pride of Tianyuan and a star among dream weavers.

As soon as she closed the office door, Shi Ling's smile vanished. She slumped listlessly onto the sofa and asked wearily, "Auntie..."

"Call me sister!"

"...Why is the old woman acting like a virgin?"

"You don't want your mouth anymore, do you?"

Looking at the time, Shi Ling said unhappily, "It's twelve o'clock. Happy birthday first. Congratulations on turning forty-nine. Another year without a Daoist partner. You're clearly from the Joyful Union Sect, how come you don't even have a Daoist partner?"

"...You don't need to come tomorrow."

"A long holiday?"

Seeing that Shi Ling was completely unresponsive, Shi Qingyao was at her wit's end.

The Shi family is considered a large family. Shi Ling's father became the head of the Shi family last year, and as a result, this little girl has become arrogant.

If Shi Ling hadn't wanted to gain some seniority, Shi Qingyao felt that the other party would have resigned immediately and started talking badly about her.

Thinking of this, Shi Qingyao could only soften her tone and said, "There's a job here..."

"No, it's my off-get off work time now."

"It's related to Chen Yu..."

"But after thinking about it carefully, everyone is so busy these days, it's only right to work overtime."

Seeing Shi Ling's face change in an instant, Shi Qingyao sneered, "You're really shameless." "How could I be your niece if I weren't?"

"...A master."

After exchanging pleasantries, Shi Qingyao handed over Chen Yu's application.

Outsourcing work is available even to the lowest-level entry-level dream weavers.

However, because the entry barrier is low, the quality of practitioners here varies greatly, making it difficult to identify them and often requiring a certain level of discernment.

Employers will also set some test questions as a test, and only those who pass can move on to the next stage.

After receiving the application, Shi Ling carefully read it.

The beginning was normal; it included provisions for confidentiality measures and penalties for leaks.

These clauses are clearly worded and explicit in content, clearly the work of a master.

Has Chen Yu already gathered legal talent around him after only one year?
With a sigh, Shi Ling continued reading, only to find that the following content was not quite right.

Most outsourced jobs pay very low wages, and employers often treat outsourced workers like beasts of burden, expecting them to do a month's worth of work for a day's pay. After the work is done, employers even wonder if they can get their spiritual roots to be delivered for free, with the outsourced workers paying for the surgery.

However, Chen Yu made it clear that outsourced workers are also people and have human rights.

Work is paid by the quantity; you earn money as long as the quality is acceptable.

It would be even better if you could use artificial intelligence; as long as the output is normal, that's fine.

A job that pays 500 yuan is quite a lot compared to the normal outsourcing income of 1,500 yuan a month.

After reading it, Shi Ling rubbed her sore eyes and asked in confusion, "Is Chen Yu trying to go bankrupt? How dare he pay outsourced workers such high wages? Isn't he afraid of being called 'daddy' by others?"

"I also thought he had misplaced a zero, but after confirming, I realized he was serious."

"Wouldn't it be difficult to get a union membership?"

Shi Qingyao's expression became even more serious: "I've confirmed it. It's not difficult. Two days and sixteen hours is more than enough."

“It’s more than eight hours a day,” Shi Ling corrected.

"Can you please stop being so arrogant? It's almost painful to watch. Of course, there are still some flaws."

"Is the drawback that it doesn't exist?"

Shi Qingyao glanced helplessly at Shi Ling and continued, "The downside is that each person can only complete one round per day, and they cannot participate using alternate accounts or other methods, nor can they resell their ideas."

"Why is this again?"

"It's to prevent monopolies or other misconduct. Anyway, he's avoided all the loopholes I can think of, which I think is pretty good. Next, we need to work overtime to perfect it and then start working. By the way, for every task completed, we can get a 20% raise, which is 100 yuan."

"That sounds good. How many does Chen Yu want?"

He said, "Let's start with ten thousand."

Silently calculating the numbers in her mind, Shi Ling couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to be rich."

"Yes, it's good to be rich."

"Do you think Chen Yu's side still needs people?"

"We won't hire you even if we need someone! Just give up on that idea."

Seeing Shi Qingyao's disgusted expression, Shi Ling decided to go back and badmouth her aunt.

(End of this chapter)