"Then has anyone seen the situation at the White Mill today?" Han Family Young Master asked.
"Me." "Due to the announcement of recruitment on the internet, the White Mill has now become a popular leveling area. A large number of players from other cities don't want to make a wasted trip, so they stay there to observe and learn from our lessons. To be honest, this has caused a lot of inconvenience for us to organize our lessons. How to protect the interests of the players who have paid the fees is a difficult problem. "
Sword Ghost and the others couldn't help but feel ashamed. Sword South Far's professionalism was indescribable. He had been collecting letters for eight hours like them, but he didn't complain at all. Even if they were professional players who treated this as a job, they were definitely good employees. Thinking of their ambiguous thoughts of fishing every few days, the three of them looked at each other in dismay and were somewhat speechless.
Sword Ghost had always been a straightforward person. He really didn't want to waste time like this, so he said, "I want to say a few words."
"What?" Everyone looked at him.
"This seems to be taking up a lot of time. I personally don't want to spend a lot of time in the game on earning money, so I want to... quit after this deal." Sword Ghost said.
Everyone was startled. The huge profits of this deal had already been tested, yet Sword Ghost was willing to give it up. Zhan Wushang and Imperial Shenming looked at each other, and suddenly nodded, "We want to do the same." These two guys were usually greedy and lecherous, but they knew what they wanted when it came to the big picture. At this time, they unhesitatingly chose to follow Sword Ghost.
This time, it was Jian Nanyou's turn to feel a little ashamed. He thought that these guys would shamelessly rely on their relationship with Gu Fei to enjoy the fruits of others' labor. However, in reality, these elite experts had their own pride and were independent enough. They would not do something like relying on others completely.
"But now that the studio has your name on it, without you guys …" Brother You was a little worried. There were also fans in the game. What if the players who came were fans of Sword Ghost or Imperial Divine Hymn, and they asked for autographs or guidance from their idols?
"We just don't want to do this business that wastes too much time. We are still members of the studio! Just let us know if you need help. "Sword Ghost said.
"Yes, yes." Imperial Divine Ming agreed.
"Uh, but you used our names. Shouldn't you give us a share of the portrait rights?" Zhan Wushang said.
"That makes sense, that makes sense." Imperial Sky Divine Ming agreed.
"He is indeed quite shameless …" Jian Nanyou finally believed that he was not mistaken.
Everyone treated Zhan Wushang's suggestion as a joke. Brother You was the only one who was dissatisfied with the trio's decision. "We agreed to work together in the first place. How many days has it been since then? You guys … "Fire Searing Clothes wanted to say that these people were untrustworthy and fickle, but Jian Nanyou, who was beside him, pulled him. Fire Searing Clothes quickly shut his mouth.
Sword Ghost had already thought of this, so he was quite embarrassed when he said he wanted to quit. Now that Huo Renyi pointed it out, he felt even more embarrassed.
Zhan Wushang and Imperial Divine Ming were not as embarrassed as Sword Ghost, and they immediately retorted, "Didn't we not expect to spend so much time? I'm withdrawing now because I don't want to drag everyone down. "
"I understand your intentions." Jian Nanyou nodded. "We have no objections to any of your decisions. You can make your own decisions." Jian Nanyou clearly did not want to get involved in this matter. Fire Searing Clothes naturally did not say anything after hearing his attitude, and silently retreated to the side.
Zhan Wushang and Imperial Divine Ming did not go overboard. For a moment, they looked at each other, and no one said anything. In the end, everyone turned to look at Gu Fei, wanting him to make a decision.
Gu Fei lived up to everyone's expectations and said, "I think you guys should just be temporary workers."
"Temporary workers?" They were stunned.
"Mm, for example, if you agree to this business, then we can all work together! If you don't want to participate in the next business, then don't. Come back when you need it. "
"Heh, that's a good idea!" Zhan Wushang and Imperial Divine Ming immediately applauded. Sword Ghost was still a little hesitant. How could he not understand Gu Fei's meaning? To put it bluntly, the business was supported by Gu Fei, Jian Nanyou, and the others. Sword Ghost and the others were the bosses. When they were free, they would help them and give them pocket money. When they were not free, they would ignore them … Sword Ghost felt that with his role in this business, he did not have the right to act like a big shot.
"Alright, then it's settled!" Gu Fei had already made his decision, and he looked at Jian Nanyou and the others.
Jian Nanyou, who had already recognized that he was being exploited, had already expressed that he had no objections to any decision. Moreover, this decision was not bad, at least it was distributed according to work, so he expressed his strong support.
"Mm, mm, no one has any objections." Gu Fei nodded happily, and then added, "I will also be a temporary worker in the future."
"F * ck!" Everyone looked at him with disdain. They thought that he was helping Sword Ghost and the others solve their problems, but now it seemed like he was paving the way for himself!
"Since that's the case, let's hurry up and close this business." Since the decision was made, no one hesitated. Sword Ghost and the others requested to hurry up and collect the mail, so they all moved out and rushed to the mailbox.
"There's no limit to the mailbox now?" Gu Fei asked Brother You on the way. He remembered that his mailbox used to be filled with 1000 mail, but now it could be filled with 22,000 mail.
"There are more and more players now, and there is more movement between cities. In order to make it easier for everyone to contact each other, we've removed the limit. However, the mail will be deleted periodically. Remember not to leave it for too long, or else it will be deleted even if you smuggle in some good equipment," Brother You reminded.
Jian Nanyou also suggested, "There are too many players gathering at the White Mill now. This situation might happen again in the future. I suggest that we don't recruit so many players this time, and recruit 20,000 people first. Let's see what happens in this situation. We'll be more confident in the future."
The members of the Young Master Elite Group all looked at Young Master Han. Based on his habits, he would definitely look down on Jian Nan You's suggestion and then come up with an even better plan to make the person he looked down on speechless. As expected, Young Master Han glanced at Jian Nanyou and said, "I already know what will happen. The recruitment plan will not change, and the target is 40,000 people."
"The current progress is that there will be around 20,000 letters every eight hours. Only half of the 20,000 letters are actually paid, which means that we will be recruiting 10,000 people every eight hours. Including the letters that have already arrived, we will need another 16 hours …" Gu Fei said.
"We still need eight hours to sort out the last batch of letters after sixteen hours. Comrades, we still have twenty-four hours before we can rest." Brother You further perfected it.
"You're wrong." Young Master Han said indifferently.
"Hmm?"
"In 24 hours, there are still 40000 mails to be answered." Young Master Han said.
Everyone spat out blood. Imperial God Ming grabbed Gu Fei's hand with tears streaming down his face, "Does it still work to say that we're withdrawing now?"
Gu Fei's face was also pale. He looked at the ashen-faced people, "Actually, we're not in a hurry, are we?"
"Let's get rid of these 20,000 mails first!" Everyone sighed and opened their mailboxes listlessly. They took out the mail and put them into sacks, attracting the attention of passersby.
Everyone knew that time was precious, so they hurried back to the office and began to work mechanically. Perhaps it was because of the eight hours of training, everyone's professional skills had improved. This time, it only took six hours to sort out more than 20,000 emails. Once again, they counted 11428 students and 1113057 gold coins. There was another error, but no one paid attention to it.
"It's 10." Brother You announced with a tired voice. Even Sword Ghost and the others who were used to pulling all-nighters couldn't take it anymore. Although they usually played the game for a long time, it was rare for them to spend all their time doing the same thing, and it was such a boring thing.
"We've received another 11102 mails in the mailbox. That's a bit low in proportion. "Gu Fei said.
"It's not strange. It's the middle of the night, there are fewer people online." Brother You said.
"Everyone go offline and rest. We'll continue working when we get online. Brother You, before you go online, go and announce the end of the recruitment." Han Family Young Master said.
"I'll rest? At that time, there might not even be 40,000! "Brother You said.
"There's no need to be so sure. Even if I can't calculate it, it won't be too far off. Let's do that!" Han Family Young Master said.
Brother You nodded and had no objections.
"Everyone move as one. See you in ten hours. Any questions?" Han Family Young Master asked.
Everyone nodded and left the office together. As if they had just gotten off work, they hurriedly went to the offline area and went offline.
Ten hours later, everyone went online according to the agreement. Brother You had already edited all the posts he had posted and announced that the recruitment of students had ended. After they went online, everyone gathered at the mailbox. The first thing they did was to get Gu Fei to lock the mailbox and not accept any mail.
"37654 mails." Gu Fei announced the final result.
"Didn't I say it would be about the same?" Han Family Young Master said to Brother You. According to the ratio of fifty percent, there would be about 18000 people here. Including the twenty thousand people from the previous two rounds, there would be more than 40,000.
Close to 40,000 mails were completely moved by everyone in two trips. Some people started to sort them out, while others were sent out to purchase the materials needed to reply. Everyone couldn't help but tremble at the thought of the 40,000 replies.
Everyone's professional level reached a new high. The 37654 mails were counted in ten hours. In the end, the White Mill Teaching Class successfully recruited 41526 students. The tuition fees they should have received were 4111074 gold coins, but they actually received 4108954 gold coins. The difference was 2120 gold coins. In the past, this would definitely be a number that would make people gnash their teeth in anger. But compared to this time, this difference didn't matter at all. As for how the difference came about, no one bothered about it.
"We can start replying." Brother You's expression was solemn.
Everyone's gaze fell on the large number of sacks that had been packed and piled high in the room. Brother You got up and handed out pen and paper.
"I calculated, 41526 mails. There are 14 of us, an average of 2,966 per person. I suggest we have a competition. The first one to finish will get a prize of 100,000 gold coins. How about that?" Brother You was rich now, asking for 100,000 gold coins right off the bat. Wasn't that right? In the other corner of the room, there were 400 red bags of money piled up like a small mountain.
"Agreed." South Azuresword and the other pro players rubbed their palms together.
Gu Fei raised his hand. "Can we just give up?"
"No!" Everyone scolded.
"Right now, every sack has the same amount of mail, a thousand. I will take 34 from this. Okay, three sacks now have a total of 2,966 letters. Yutian, these are yours." Brother You distributed them one by one. The 14 of them each took three sacks and each took a corner of the room. For a moment, it was a little crowded.
"Everyone prepare an empty sack and put your written letters inside. Think of a way to deal with the old letters. Everyone must be careful, careful, and even more careful. If the final numbers don't match up, it will be a terrifying matter to recheck. Think about it," Brother You said.
Everyone closed their eyes and imagined it. Cold sweat instantly appeared on their foreheads. They all expressed that they would do this job well.
"Very good. Everyone has received 2,966 letters, a total of 41524. The extra two are here." Brother You waved it around and then put it into his pocket.
"There's one more thing I want to say. Everyone, listen up." Brother You looked at everyone. "To prevent too many people from gathering and making it inconvenient to manage, we have decided to teach in batches. With ten thousand people as batches, they will start at four o 'clock in the morning on the third of March. Five o' clock, six o 'clock, and seven o' clock. Each hour will be a unit, and they will be divided into four batches to complete this lesson. So, everyone's replies will be slightly different. "
"Sword Ghost, Yutian, Wushang, the three of you write together: March third at four o 'clock in the morning, gather four hundred meters south of White Stone City's east gate. Don't wait beyond the time limit, "Brother You said.
"Young Master, Qian Li, Bai Shi, the three of you write together: March third at five o 'clock in the morning, gather four hundred meters south of White Stone City's east gate. Don't wait beyond the time limit."
"Based on this, Black Water, Glue, Fire Linyi, the three of you write together: March third at five o 'clock in the morning, gather four hundred meters south of White Stone City's east gate. Don't wait beyond the time limit."
"Lastly, Big South, you and I, we have a total of six bags of letters in our hands. We'll divide them into four periods, one and a half bags for each period. Then, I'll write four and five, you write six and seven. The numbers don't have to be precise, just about one and a half bags will do."
Jiannan nodded.
"Do you understand? Do you want me to repeat it? "Brother You asked.
"Stop nagging." Disdain filled the air.
"Then, begin!!!!" With Brother You's order, the letter writing competition officially began. Brother You also hurriedly started writing his three bags of letters in his territory. No one spoke in the office, only the rustling sound of pen strokes and paper flipping could be heard. Everyone chose to deal with their letters by throwing them on the ground. When Brother You saw the guy beside him casually throwing them, he felt his heart skip a beat. He could not help but remind them loudly, "Everyone, be careful when you throw the letters. Don't throw them into the sack that someone else has written or hasn't written yet."
"Nagging, do we really have no sense of propriety?" Once again, there was strong disdain.
Time passed bit by bit. As everyone wrote, they paid attention to the time and the number. Gradually, a horrified expression appeared on everyone's face. This was not a very complicated math problem. The first to do the calculation was Jiannan. He took about twenty seconds to write a letter, and he needed to write about three thousand letters. Without taking into account any delays, if one letter took twenty seconds to write, three thousand letters would take 60000 seconds. Jiannan deduced 3600 and came up with the conclusion of 16.666666. It was impossible to eliminate …
The second to do the calculation was Imperial God Ming. He needed thirty seconds to write a letter. Using the same formula, he came up with a twenty-five. His small face turned pale.
The third one, the fourth one … When everyone proved the minimum amount of time needed to write these letters from a scientific point of view, everyone was furious. They realized that they had once again underestimated the amount of work involved. Ever since they started this business, they had repeatedly made mistakes in misjudging the difficulty of the task.
"F * ck, it takes thirty-three hours to write this? Do you want to die!! "The first to roar was Zhan Wushang. Everyone was stunned. According to the formula, Zhan Wushang actually needed forty seconds to write a letter. It was really slow. Everyone expressed their disdain and began to communicate with each other. They all asked, "How many seconds do you need to write a letter?"
Whether adding points to agility had any effect on this work was not clear, but personal writing habits were obviously the main reason. The warrior Jiannan could keep up with Imperial God Ming for a full ten seconds. Gu Fei, who specialized in agility and martial arts, could not show any advantage in this matter. Moreover, his writing state was extremely unstable. The time he took to write a letter was fluctuating around twenty-five seconds. The writing speed of Hundred Lives of Statecraft was passable, but his attitude was too proper. He was afraid that the other party would not recognize him. He did not care about speed, but his handwriting was neat. He took forty-five seconds to reply a letter, five seconds longer than the slow hand Zhan Wushang. The other was the negative representative of the Hundred Lives of Statecraft, Young Master Han. Not only was his handwriting sloppy, it was also extremely shameless. It did not follow the format at all. After continuous evolution and condensation, the final format was: 3.3, 5 am, 400 meters south from the east gate! Quick!
Everyone cursed at how shameless he was, but they quickly copied the style of the Young Master Han. Brother You's persuasion was useless, so he could only follow the trend and fall. Everyone's writing speed greatly increased. Jiannan, who only needed twenty seconds to write a letter, now needed ten seconds to write a letter. The time was reduced by half, and there was hope of completing the work in eight hours. He was very pleased and was determined to get the hundred thousand gold coins.
After several hours of intense competition, the third bag of letters was empty. Victory was right in front of Jiannan, but suddenly, his vision blurred. He saw Brother You standing up with a smile. There were three packed sacks piled under his feet, and he made a V shape with his right hand.
"It's over?" Jiannan was shocked.
"Eight hours, six minutes, and forty-seven seconds!" Brother You announced.
"As expected of Brother You!" Everyone sighed. From this, it could be seen that practice made perfect. Brother You did not write so many notes for nothing.
"Just a little more." Jiannan was depressed. If he had discovered the Young Master Han's shameless writing method earlier, he might not have lost.
"Don't worry, you still have a chance." Brother You smiled. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. That's right! This job would keep repeating itself in the future.
"F * ck, I don't want to live anymore!" Zhan Wushang cried. After using the Korean format, this slow hand only shortened the time by around ten seconds. There was still hope of breaking the twenty hour mark.
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