Pioneering

"I will enslave you severely!"

Zhong Ming's vicious declaration caused a commotion in the ruined square, and then quickly subsided.

Probably because he was used to being enslaved, or because he was shocked by the wave of "frustration and ashes plus" performed by Sart just now, Zhong Ming didn't even hear a single complaint or refutation.

As soon as he saw this reaction, Zhong Ming knew he had come to the right place.

Look, look!This is the quality of high-quality labor force!It's no better than the group of "unappreciative" white-eyed wolves in Wulin Province who were laid off, did not pay insurance, and rioted without paying the minimum wage!

For the sake of my divine kingdom on earth, paradise on earth, and extraordinary empire, just obediently be enslaved by me!

jie jie jie~
The succubus Martha showed a very high quality of flattery, and she bowed slightly to Zhong Ming, round, straight, and purple, and asked along the way: "It is our honor to be enslaved by you, master, and please teach me."

After finishing speaking, Martha waved her hand, and the succubi behind them arranged amplifying spells around the square.

Zhong Ming glanced at Salt: Where did you find such a high-quality succubus little secret before?Very good.

Sart smiled sarcastically in the audience, looking at Martha from the corner of his eye a little coldly: It's broken, it's broken!I'm about to lose my job!

Zhong Ming tried his best to look fierce: "You lowly scum, listen to me!"

"From now on, you'll be working 24 hours a day!
Only provide three meals a day plus a few snacks!

And there is only pure water to drink in the morning, and the lunch break is only one hour!
The bonus is only issued once a year, and there is only one month of annual leave! "

Zhong Ming closed his eyes and looked up, laughing wildly: "You can only raise your salary once a year!
Only pay 1.5 times wages for overtime work!
Compulsory military service training for an hour after get off work!
Only one day of psychological counseling in January! "

"Hahaha~" Zhong Ming laughed more and more complacently, and the gap between his upper and lower lips became wider and wider, "Don't be afraid, you group of ignorant, humble, dirty hell creatures!"

"The most vicious thing is that you have to leave your hometown with me, go to the material world, and do coolies for me!"

There was silence in the audience, in the huge place, tens of thousands of hell creatures could be heard falling needles.

'Hey, why didn't you respond, did you not understand what I said?No, the Hell language I learned from Salt should be very authentic, the devil can speak well after hearing it. '

'Could it be that my voice is not loud enough?How about adding a few sonic spells? '

'This treatment has been cut to less than half of the minimum standard of Yasha. Are these hell creatures scared and stupid?
Could it be that I'm too harsh, and I feel like people-entrepreneurs, right? '

This standard is really not high, as far as Zhong Ming knows:
Jealousy Hell only lasts about 30 hours a day, and the day and night are only a little longer than Blue Star, but the hell lords have to eat five, six, seven or eight meals a day like the wealthy people in the material world for 45 hours, while Zhong Ming only provides three meals;

When Yasha Wulin Province was forced out of the labor movement, those unruly primitive capitalists made the workers work for 25-45 hours (24 hours a day), and Zhong Ming followed this line and asked them to work in the material world. [-] hours, more work is considered overtime.

Sartre only gives bonuses to his close subordinates once a year when he is happy on his birthday. Every winter, Sartre will give his soldiers three or four months off. Military service is only available to a small number of large tribes with status. Only the elite in the lord will serve in the lord's legion.

According to Zhong Ming's thinking, he just paid a slightly higher salary than Sartre, and the workload should be at least [-]% larger, and it may be doubled.It's quite a bit lower than Yaxia's theoretical minimum standard of treatment.

'Is it true that I'm being too harsh and frightening this group of murderers in hell? '

Just when Zhong Ming was wondering, considering whether he was too vicious, whether he should relax a little bit and improve the labor treatment.

The "time stillness" in the audience suddenly disappeared again, and it became noisy.

"I Zhuo, Nurudin, did I hear wrongly, this new owner wants to take care of our three meals a day?"

"I should have heard it right..." Nurudin also had some doubts, whether he had heard it wrong, or the new owner was just making fun of them.

"Quick, let me call and see if I'm dreaming!"

Crack ~ boom ~!

"Hiss, it hurts so much, what are you doing!"

"Haha, seeing you in such pain, I shouldn't be dreaming!"

"..."

"Three meals a day, three meals a day, the new master will not let us take weapons to the battlefield, right?"

"Whatever, I can eat three meals a day, and I dare to join the Hell Knights of Grand Duke Bella!"

"He... Did the new owner say that he would give us clean water? Did I have an auditory hallucination?"

"He also said that he will be paid. What is the salary? Does it mean food?"

"He also seems to say that he wants to take demons to the material world? Could it be that he wants us to eat and drink well, and to take the lead in invading the material world?"

"..."

Even under the pressure of the eyeing hell legion, these oppressed bottoms of hell are still talking about it.

Many demons even thought that they were dreaming, or that the new Duke of Hell was playing tricks on them, and there were still some ulterior plots.

"Cough~" Zhong Mingxu coughed, signaling to the leader of the succubi, Martha, to keep them quiet, "Martha, be gentle, it's all my property."

Although the succubus Martha's face is respectful, Zhong Ming clearly sees something weird in her eyes, like, like... the way the wife of his college roommate who took over the job looked at him at the beginning——Great Injustice Seed, take advantage of it!

Very impolite look.

After receiving the order, the succubus female soldier successfully calmed down the scene quickly in a slightly more relaxed manner.

Well, no demons were carried away, pretty gentle.

"Quiet me!" Zhong Ming rubbed out a blue energy ball with his hands, threw it into the sky in harmony with the atmosphere, and exploded with astonishing momentum.

The energy ball that was rubbed out took 100 units of divine power from Zhong Ming's mirrored body, covering half of the square in ruins. If it falls...

All the demons are as weak and cold as a chandelier, and the effect looks very good.

Boss, how can you intimidate the younger brother if you don't show your hands after you take the position?

What are the three fire pictures of the new official?Isn't it Li Wei?

"Very good, that's the way it should be. If you don't understand anything, raise your hand, and I'll answer by name one by one." Zhong Ming nodded in satisfaction, not noticing that some hungry demons were secretly licking the food he threw out. The water that escapes after the water attribute energy ball explodes.

The food and water provided to the coolies in Mephisto Hell is rationed. According to the race, number of these hell creatures, how many projects have been transferred, etc., according to local conditions, they are distributed once every three days.

After all, there is absolutely no need to distribute clean water to races like rock demons, right? Isn't this a waste of precious resources!
The more procedures there are, the more cumbersome it is, only the hell monsters going up and down can get something...

Yesterday happened to be the distribution day for supplies, but because Zhong Ming called at the door, it was obvious that they couldn't distribute them.

Many creatures at the bottom of hell were already tired and thirsty, and they couldn't help but lick the water in the energy water polo thrown by Zhong Ming, but they had no choice but to do so.

Besides, jealous of such a pure water source in hell, how could these shabby households have tasted it before?

The bottom of hell at the Dalit level is like this.

"Momo raised his hand, is it all right?" Zhong Ming raised his eyebrows, the intimidating hand just now seemed to be overly effective.

"Then I'll order one casually, you, come out."

"That's right, it's you, the tallest lemur, stand up."

The hell creatures around Nurudin's tribe scattered, as if they had discovered some serious pollutants.

Nurudin's father, the foreman who was several heads shorter than him, pushed him and motioned him to come forward and answer.

Nurudin had no choice but to scratch his head, stepped out and took a few steps forward.

"You, what's the problem!" Zhong Ming held his toes high and high, looking like a qualified hell lord.

"I, I..." Nuruddin, who was dumb, was nervous for a moment and couldn't speak.

Zhong Ming gave him a "nuclear" smile: "Oh, I saw that you were making a lot of noise just now, why don't you talk now, are you playing tricks on me!

Say it quickly, if you can’t say it, I’ll take it as if you are provoking the majesty of a strong man, you and your tribe..."

It turns out that the threat of death can indeed stimulate the potential of living things.

"I, my lord, what is 'hour', 24 hours a day, how long is it?" Nuruddin asked eagerly.

"Very good," Zhong Ming nodded in satisfaction, "Good question! Let's put it this way, I'm wearing this thing on my hand, and the longest needle turns around for an hour, which is also called an hour. I'm jealous of this side of hell. A day and night should be about thirty hours.

But where I want you to work, a day is 45 hours, which means that two-thirds of your time, you have to work hard for me!Overtime pay will be paid for the extra time! "

"You, you mean, we don't have to work all day?" Nuruddin stared in disbelief with his eyeballs that were bigger than sandbags.

"Eh~" Zhong Ming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Salt: You kid, you didn't tell me that the hell race doesn't need to rest!
Sartre: I don't know, I don't care about such small things, can't this kind of thing just be arranged.

"Of course," Zhong Ming gritted his teeth, silently labeling Sartre as "death and righteousness", each spittle and nail, he Zhong Ming is particular about people, "If you are asked to work for 24 hours, it is 24 hours , I always keep my word.”

Zhong Ming's heart was heavy, as if Grandet had lost a large sum of money.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"That..." Seeing that Zhong Ming's expression was wrong, Nurudin said cautiously, "Master, do you mean that the 'salary' you mentioned is giving me soul coins or food?"

Soul coins, after the death of hell creatures, or creatures that have waited for hell to be assimilated for a long time, the soul may become crystallized after death, which is called soul stone.

In some areas of Hell, rare soul stone mines will also appear.

Soul stones can provide hell creatures with an extremely high-quality energy source, and are a rare resource that are very suitable for hell creatures to improve themselves.

After the soul stone is cut according to certain standards, it becomes the soul coin.

Zhong Ming has never seen soul coins, and he doesn't know whether his power can transform soul stones into substances. Although he is quite confident in the power of "material transformation", he still doesn't like to talk too much.

"Well, the gold coins are given, which is also a kind of currency. They cannot be eaten, but they can be exchanged for something that can be eaten and worn. Okay, next one."

"You really want to take us to the material world, that is, that..."

"Yes, that's what you think. Not nutritious, next!"

"..."

After answering some questions, some of the demons were skeptical, some didn't believe it at all, and some cheered and shouted "Please new masters to enslave us fiercely".

Although Zhong Ming felt a little regretful because of the idea of ​​"it's broken, it's too expensive", but overall he is very satisfied with the harvest of this batch of high-quality and cheap labor.

In order to win the trust of the demons, Zhong Ming waved his hand and took out a large amount of food and purified water from the space equipment. The demons had a share and gave these miserable hell creatures a little shock.

Zhong Ming has become more and more proficient in the matter of Tu Mu Lixin.

……

In the middle of the night, Zhong Ming, the mirror image, was still thinking about which demon to choose as his "Pseudo-Manchukuo" to control the Mephisto Hell Territory.

People who take a bite of fat will not be satisfied with just one bite.

Zhong Ming really wanted to facilitate the hellish version of the "triangular trade" instead of just doing one-off deals.Then it is necessary to support the "pro-Zhong forces".

Here, when Zhong Ming was distressed, Nurudin was leisurely lying there for the first time after having a full meal with the tribe, trying to remember how to fall asleep.

Having not slept for too long, many low-level workers in the Mephisto Hell Territory have been free for a long time. Their bodies have forgotten the function of dormancy, and insomnia is also normal.

Nuruddin had slept the last time he had slept.

"Nuruddin, aren't you asleep too?"

"Luke, keep your voice down, the clansmen are still asleep."

"Tch~ You don't think any of us are really asleep, do you?" Luke casually kicked a fellow clan lying on the floor in the shape of a "big", "Are you asleep?"

"No, I didn't fall asleep either." The lemur turned over and hiccupped, "I forgot how to sleep."

"What about you?" Luke pointed to another lemur.

"Hi~" the ghoul hiccupped loudly and said, "I didn't fall asleep either, I don't know if I forgot to sleep or I was too full."

"That thing called bread is really fragrant, and this colorless water is so sweet!"

"Look at how useless you are!" Luke said proudly, "Let me just say, everyone is awake."

"Luke, keep your voice down, the patriarch is still asleep!" A lemur tugged at him and pointed to the corridor outside.

The evil foreman, Nurudin's patriarch's father, is no longer young. Just now, Nurudin was really startled by being called and questioned. He was startled and tired, and it was normal for him to fall asleep.

The construction of this palace has been suspended by the new owner, and for a while, the evil spirits were actually free.

"Nuruddin, tell me, what will our tribe look like in the future? What will our future look like?"

"Can we still eat so full in the future?"

"Could it be that today is just a dream of mine..."

"If it's a dream, I hope I never wake up... I'd rather sleep forever..." (End of this chapter)