Happy people from Blue Star

Chapter 380 The Pain of Big Muscle Tyrant
At this time, the big muscle tyrant next to him looked at Tiao Tiao in surprise.

The same goes for Hardy.

Then Hardy chuckled. It seemed that there were still many talents among the players.

For Tiao Tiao to be able to do this, it was obvious that he had an expert guiding him behind his back.

"In that case, you will go to the front line with me later, and I will instigate an army of 1000 undead people to be managed by you." Hardy said with a smile.

Tiao Tiao continued: "In addition, I need to recruit an adjutant myself, and I also ask for your permission, Mr. Hardy."

Hardy waved his hand gently: "I will promote you to be a baron before the battle, and you can form your own bureaucracy. This is your right. But you are responsible for the cost of recruitment."

Hearing Hardy's promise, Tiao Tiao smiled so hard that his eyebrows arched: "Thank you, Mr. Hardy."

Then Hardy looked at the big muscle tyrant: "Which city are you going to choose?"

The big muscle tyrant looked at Tiao Tiao, and he vaguely felt that Tiao Tiao's sudden change of heart might be the most correct choice.

But among his fans and friends, none understand the long-term perspective.

Although the players are rich in knowledge, this kind of personal future development requires the ability to understand the rules and flow of the entire world.

He is a talent in the true sense, and he usually doesn't show off his talent.

At the same time, such people generally don't associate with stupid people.

Da Musha still couldn't figure out why Tiao Tiao suddenly wanted to become an officer, when it was clear that being a lord would have more prospects.

He thought for a while, and then followed his own ideas and pointed to a city in the south.

Hardy nodded and said with a smile: "You have a good vision. There are rich mineral resources here in Hot Springs. Half of it is mountainous and half is plain. There is also a river running through the entire land, and there is great agricultural potential."

The big muscle tyrant thinks so too.

In his opinion, whether a city can develop must walk on two legs.

We have enough resources ourselves, and we must also have enough resources for people’s livelihood.

Hardy took out the seal from his drawer and stamped it on the appointment document he had written earlier.

Then he stood up, drew his sword, and said to the big muscle tyrant: "Kneel down."

The big muscle tyrant has been practicing aristocratic etiquette recently. Hearing this, he immediately knelt down on one knee and performed the knight's salute.

The long sword was pressed against Big Muscle Ba's left shoulder.

"As Lord Hukaro, I grant you the status of baron. From now on, as a member of the Hadi clan, you must be loyal to the Hadi clan, safeguard the glory of the clan, and defeat the enemies of the clan. As long as you are always loyal to the clan, the clan will also Will always maintain your power and glory."

Big Muscle Ba took a deep breath: "My life is my oath, long live Hadi, long live the clan."

Hardy took back his sword and handed the appointment document to Big Muscle Ba.

The big muscle tyrant was so excited that he took it with both hands.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Da Jiba happily accepted the appointment letter, glanced at the note, and left.

He went out to the Lord's Mansion and saw his brothers waiting anxiously outside, so he walked over quickly.

Several players also saw him and came up to him at the same time.

"Boss, have you got it?"

The big muscle tyrant's face changed, and he imitated the official's style and said: "I am a noble now, call me Your Excellency Baron."

The group laughed happily.

The lord's man pointed at the big-muscled bully and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, are there any nobles who don't wear shirts?"

At this time, the big muscle tyrant was still dressed like a barbarian, shirtless, with tattoos all over his body.

He scratched his head and said distressedly: "You have to put on clothes, but in this case, wouldn't the maximum damage bonus of my barbarian be gone?"

The man just now smiled and said: "It's just about wearing clothes, you are not required to wear armor every day. Besides, you will be considered a noble in the future, so you don't need to rush to the front line all the time." The big muscle bully said with a smile: "That's true."

"By the way, I heard that the lord has the right to virginity of young women in the entire territory. Is it true?"

The big muscle tyrant was still broadcasting live. As soon as he said this, '666's were flying all over the live broadcast room.

"Am I that kind of person?" Big Muscle Ba smiled.

Everyone around him laughed.

"Come on, let's go to the hot spring to lead you now, and I'll give you an official title." Big Muscle Ba hugged the two brothers, looking quite excited: "Which of you wants to be the Minister of Public Security, and who wants to be the Minister of Finance?"

But before he went far, he saw several players standing in front of him, blocking their way.

These people have a very strange quality, and they look like they are people of some status.

Big Muscle Boss looked at them with some doubts, and felt wary.

"Don't be nervous." The leading young man came over and stretched out his right hand: "Can you turn off the live broadcast first?"

Da Musha let go of his two brothers and asked a little unruly: "Why do you want to lock them up?"

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter." The middle-aged man smiled softly, and his smile was even more unruly than the big-muscled bully: "Let me meet you, my name is Hai Bao, and everyone in the Magic City calls me Young Master Zhao."

The big muscle tyrant was stunned.

In the live broadcast room, there was even more surprise.

Some netizens in Shanghai directly exclaimed, "The son of the richest man in Shanghai."

real or fake?

"I don't mean to bully you. With so many people watching, I wouldn't dare." The young man chuckled and said, "I just want to make a deal with you."

The big muscle tyrant frowned: "What deal?"

He is just an anchor, no matter how famous he is, he is still just an anchor.

In terms of social resources and connections, there is no comparison with the son of the richest man in a certain area.

"Don't be unhappy, it's also a good thing for you." Haibao came over, put his arm around Big Muscle Ba's shoulders, and said with a friendly expression: "As for me, I don't want to be a waste, eating, drinking, and sleeping with women every day. But my family’s business is more important, so I don’t dare to mess with it. I want to learn some management skills, how about you temporarily give me the management rights of the hot springs?"

The big muscle tyrant frowned.

He understood what the other party meant.

This person wants to learn the skills and concepts of managing people from the game.

"Then what can I get?"

"How about a monthly compensation of 200 million?" Haibao chuckled.

Big Muscle Pa clicked his tongue and said: "This price is not suitable for the son of the richest man in the devil city."

"I don't want taxes from your territory." Haibao spread his hands and explained: "You just think that I spend 200 million in tuition every month to learn something. When you think about it, doesn't it make you feel better? Neither do I. Fool, I’ll give you 200 million to help you manage the territory, which is already very generous.”

This is indeed true, the big muscle tyrant shrugged helplessly.

He knew that he couldn't compete with the other party, so he could only say: "Okay, let's go to the hot spring to get it together."

The big muscle tyrant sighed leisurely, no longer as high-spirited as before.

At this time, Tiao Tiao was sitting on the bed in the guest room. After two more hours, she would set off with Hadi.

She admired her friend even more as she watched Da Mushao's live broadcast room.

I expected this.

It's just that she wonders why Xixi hasn't encountered a big muscle tyrant before?
Is there any reason for this?

Or is it just that the wealthy bosses are slower to react?
(End of this chapter)