Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

With Vina's assistance, the group's token was quickly implemented.

But it's unclear what the gloomy elf was thinking; perhaps because he was too lazy, the main design of the currency simply used the Krusty Krab factory's trademark.

It's the logo featuring a chibi-style portrait of Roland surrounded by ears of wheat.

The rest is similar to paper currency on Earth, with one yuan representing one copper coin.

But because of the cute cartoon version of Roland's head logo, the group's token was given a friendly name by the employees.

Roland Coupon.

But actually, the original name of the group's token was copper token.

However, this accidental turn of events actually slightly increased Roland's faith acquisition efficiency.

……

It was Sunday afternoon, near dusk.

The salaries at the Roland Group are settled weekly, and today is payday.

The sun was setting, and looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor of the church, the entire sky was dyed orange.

With the light snow falling, Xinya Street felt even colder.

Roland sat on the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting anxiously for news.

Nearly a week has passed, and as of today, the entire group will use group tokens to settle 70% of salaries.

Of course, this rule only applies to ordinary citizens.

For those with extraordinary abilities, especially succubi and elf employees, Roland still settled accounts with normal gold and silver coins.

To put it bluntly, it's about picking on the weakest link.

But despite saying that, Roland was still very worried about the feedback from her employees.

If employees are unhappy and strongly resentful, it may affect the speed at which they acquire faith.

Just then, a rhythmic knocking sound came from outside.

"Please come in," Roland replied.

Nightingale walked in, her high heels making a crisp sound on the floor.

Before Nightingale could speak, Roland asked the question first.

"Nightingale, what's the staff's reaction?"

Roland was prepared for bad news, but to her surprise, Nightingale's tone was full of sincere admiration.

It was a feeling of having no choice but to accept defeat.

"Miss Roland, you are truly amazing."

Three big question marks appeared above Roland's head; she didn't understand Nightingale's meaning at all.

The nightingale didn't keep them in suspense and continued.

"Your group token program has been extremely successful. The employees received their salaries today, and almost all of them kept thanking you."

"At the payday, some people even cried and knelt down to kowtow to the church."

Roland was dumbfounded, wondering if she was hallucinating.

Nightingale couldn't resist picking up Roland's small, delicate hand, which was resting on the armrest of the sofa.

Although her expression remained expressionless, her eyes were filled with seriousness and lust.

"Miss Roland, you are definitely the most amazing factory owner today. Even if you exploit your employees, you can still make them thank you from the bottom of their hearts."

"If it were outsiders, they'd only use whips and gang thugs to keep their employees in line."

Roland's lips twitched incessantly, and a million grass mud horses seemed to be galloping through her mind.

Hey Hey hey!

What kind of weird adjective is this? Is she some kind of heinous, super-ruthless capitalist?

At this moment, Jenny, who had just arrived at the office, watched this scene speechlessly and interrupted.

"Miss Roland, Nightingale was just joking."

"You did not exploit your employees, and their gratitude towards you is entirely of their own volition and comes from the bottom of their hearts."

When Roland saw the reliable Jenny approaching, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She waved her hand, signaling the nightingale to let go.

Then he looked at Jenny.

"Jenny, tell me what's going on down there."

Jenny nodded.

"Miss Roland, the employees all know that the group has been having a tough time lately. There are no orders, no raw materials, and we're not making much money."

"Moreover, everyone knows that the hot water workshop has been losing money."

"The employees were prepared to be laid off, but you not only didn't lay them off, you also continued to pay their salaries as usual."

"Therefore, everyone is very grateful for your kindness."

Roland suddenly realized.

Oh right, she was so focused on comparing the situation on Earth that she completely forgot this world is all about finding the worst.

Even if she were to settle 70% of her salary in tokens she printed herself, or even settle the entire amount in tokens, as long as she could be provided with food, drink, and lodging, she would be the number one philanthropist.

Roland felt completely relieved, and a smile returned to her face.

She continued to ask Jenny questions.

"What are the employees' opinions on the token?"

"The employees really like the Rowland coupons. They know that they get a discount when they buy products with the coupons, so they are happy to use them."

"Especially the Krabby Patty set meal; many people brought their children to the restaurant today to celebrate."

"There's also a hot water station. Many people bought hot water, saying they wanted to take a hot shower before the Glorious Celebration."

Roland was somewhat embarrassed.

"Isn't it because the group's tokens can only be used for Krusty Krab and hot water purchases?"

"No, that's not it."

Jenny shook her head, her eyes filled with emotion, even glistening with tears as she looked at Roland.

"Miss Roland, they are really celebrating."

Roland was somewhat taken aback.

"celebrate?"

"Yes, they are celebrating working for your group, and that you will not abandon them no matter how difficult the situation becomes."

"Your measures have made them feel stable and safe, so they've started celebrating while they're not too busy at work."

"It's all thanks to you."

Nightingale pursed her lips; her perspective, however, was from a different angle.

In her view, the emergence of the group's token means that products can be produced at almost no cost in the future.

Workers go to greenhouses to farm and docks to raise seaweed crabs. After the harvest, the workers continue to produce crab burgers, which are then sold back to the workers.

This cycle of Roland doesn't require spending a single gold coin; it directly uses company tokens instead of wages, essentially getting the workers' labor output for free.

However, she didn't say it aloud.

Even a fool could see that Roland was in a good mood.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Roland's face as she looked out the window at the brightly lit Krusty Krab restaurant next to the Hot Water Plaza in the distance.

With her superhuman eyesight, she could vaguely see the people celebrating.

For her, this was extremely fulfilling.

At that moment, a large group of animal-eared girls walked out of the deliverymen's headquarters in a noisy procession.

They wore delivery uniforms, but didn't carry huge insulated boxes on their backs.

Just as Roland was wondering what these beast-eared girls were up to, a large wooden sculpture, over two meters tall and nearly three meters high, was carried out.

These animal-eared girls have nothing—no money, no education, not even a cunning mind—but they have a real talent for art and considerable strength.

A group of people laboriously carried the wooden carving to the center of the hot water square.

Roland can see this perfectly from the floor-to-ceiling windows of her third-floor office.

The wooden carving depicted the fox spirit Roland, carrying several bags of Krabby Patty meals in her left hand and a large cup in her right, making a toasting gesture.

The cup was still steaming, clearly containing hot water from the hot water workshop.

The entire wood carving is incredibly lifelike and beautiful.

Roland looked completely bewildered and turned to look at Jenny.

"What are these animal-eared girls doing?"

Jenny looked completely bewildered, and even Nightingale looked confused.

No way! The customs of the southern orcs are so strange and unusual. How could one of them, an imperial person, and the other, an underground person, possibly know about them?

At that moment, the sound of heels clicking against the floor filled the air.

Coco the cat ran into the office, her face beaming with pure joy and her voice brimming with excitement.

"Miss Roland, the villagers are having a totem party. Would you like to go and take a look?"

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