I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

Chapter 95 Treasure Distribution, The Sewer Programmer

The century-old tree has been given a new lease on life and has been preserved.

A teenage girl, deeply addicted to drugs, choked herself to death.

Seeing Dr. Sean kneeling on the ground, weeping miserably, Lynn felt that the world had become utterly absurd.

"How did Xida University become like this? How can it possibly improve people's lives with these CCP parasites around!"

"Let's go, stop looking, let's go home."

At this moment, it started to rain, and it rained harder and harder. Before long, a huge curtain of rain covered the sky and the earth.

The traffic light turned green, and Lynn waved. DeShawn, who was driving, stepped on the gas and the car sped away.

This harvest was truly bountiful.

After the box was opened, a colorful stack of $20 in banknotes was displayed before everyone. Apart from some of the banknotes on the surface being slightly worn, the rest were all brand new.

"Here you go, Cooper, this is what we agreed on before, your 30%, $60,000."

Lynn personally counted out $6 and handed it to the aging, trembling DBcooper standing to the side.

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He had seen photos of this legendary avenue's younger days online.

He was once full of vigor, with sharp eyes, high spirits, and an invincible attitude.

But after 54 years of torment behind high walls, no matter how strong and resilient you were back then, you have now been ravaged by time into a gray-haired, slightly hunched, and frail figure.

"Thank you, thank you————"

Holding the large wad of US dollars in his hands, Cooper did not ecstatic as everyone expected.

Instead, he stared blankly at the little darling who should have belonged to him long ago, allowing him to ride horses and enjoy the world's splendor, his gaze lost in memories.

His parents had passed away long ago. He had no wife or children and once thought he would die of old age behind bars, or that he would die in the freezing rain one morning while wandering the streets after his release.

Who would have thought that in his old age, he would receive such an unexpected windfall at the very end of his life?

"Boss, has this old man gone mad with joy? Look at him—"

Looking at Cooper's dazed, silent state, Daniel couldn't help but feel worried. He waved his hand in front of Cooper's eyes, but the latter still didn't move.

"If you were imprisoned for 54 years and then found yourself with the wealth you had hidden away that you thought you would never see again, you would become like that too."

Lynn ignored them and personally started distributing money to everyone.

$20, excluding the $6 promised to Cooper.

He then took out another 1 yuan to distribute as a bonus to everyone who participated.

Daniel, DeShawn, Lily, Jack, and Mike.

Each person receives $2000.

"The remaining 13 is our gang's development fund, and no one can touch it lightly. Next, our gang needs to develop properly, purchase equipment, recruit talent, expand our territory, standardize our operations, and increase revenue."

Lynn had already decided that she could no longer work alone like before.

Even if he develops himself into a level 70 max-level warlock.

It's impossible for one person to completely conquer and manage such a large area as Seattle.

He had been studying what the "redemption" in the first task the system had given him, "Redemption of Stratholme," meant.

He asked the system, but it didn't answer. He couldn't figure it out for the time being, but he knew that he definitely couldn't do it on his own.

Even in World of Warcraft, it was only through the combined efforts of millions of high lords that the Scourge was defeated.

"We need to start recruiting qualified personnel. Lily, you're the only one among us who studied business and even earned a master's degree. You need to give me your advice on our business development and talent management."

"Mike, you're a high school chemistry teacher, and you studied engineering in college. You can think about what kind of businesses our gang should engage in to grow and become stronger."

"Daniel DeShawn, I know you guys haven't had much education and have always been street kids. But you have one talent: you're very good at judging people."

He looked at the tall, fat, and short, thin Black couple.

"When you're out on the streets, pay more attention to see if there are any highly skilled people who have fallen on hard times and become homeless, especially those top talents in their industries. You must report to me as soon as you find them, and then we'll try to bring them in."

At this point, Lynn suddenly remembered the group of software engineers Mike had mentioned earlier, who had graduated from Microsoft and whom he had met at the seaside pier.

These are all top talents in the industry. If the gang needs to develop in the online field in the future, it will definitely need to use them.

"Hey, I remember those Microsoft software engineers camped out in that sewer we used to live in, right?"

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He turned his head and looked at Mike, who was holding $4000, his face full of excitement and his eyes sparkling.

"Yes, they set up camp there and said they're developing some kind of AI-based intelligent agent company, and then they'll defeat the same business of my old employer in one fell swoop, getting revenge for being kicked out before."

Mike remembered everything clearly because he had dealt with them several times.

"Alright, then the first step in our gang's expansion is to bring these highly skilled talents back."

Lynn nodded. He had thought before that, apart from using the Warcraft-related skills given to him by the system, the most likely way to make big money was through development in the internet field.

In my previous life, I was a huge gamer who played many famous and great games. Could I make some money by bringing those guys back and making a small mobile game?

Or perhaps they can achieve something in the field of AI. Look at the founders of ChatGPT and DeepSeek; didn't they become rich overnight?

They are currently in dire straits, and all I have to offer them is a place to live and work, and a few warm, filling meals each day. They have almost no other choice.

Thinking of this, Lynn's eyes lit up, and he stood up, rubbing his hands together.

"Mike, you know them well. Go to the sewers we used to go through and see what their situation is like now. See if you can invite them to come over here."

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Lynn's hand brushed through the box, which was still more than half full of banknotes, feeling the smooth, satisfying sensation of the American dollars.

"Tell them that if they are willing to join our Fountain Gang, they will no longer have to live in those cold, damp, smelly, and dirty sewers. They will have clean and warm rooms, hot and delicious food, a smooth internet connection, and a private health guarantee from me, the witch doctor."

Lynn felt like he was laughing like a wicked capitalist making empty promises to his employees.

"Joining us can also ensure their safety. There are a lot of thugs and gangs on the streets these days, and they should know this after being homeless for so long."

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