Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 210 Creating God (Part )

With the end of the week-long recruitment of Continental Hotel, which recruited nearly 100,000 people from New York at once, Continental Hotel (no, it should be renamed Continental Group) also began to put these recruited people into the operations of the companies it acquired.

From farms to ranches to food processing and manufacturing, other local companies may not know about it, but Continental Group, which has now begun to reach out to the entire industry, has formed its own distribution system.

In just one month, 'Everywhere' products bearing the white cloud logo were launched into the New York market, including not only alcoholic beverages but also various processed foods.

Processed foods with the 'Everywhere' logo on them were put on the market at low prices. Under the assembly line and the general environment, costs were almost pushed to the lowest level, but profits were still considerable. The combination of small profits but quick turnover and an internal circulation made Continental Group look like a real company.

During this process, Wang Yi, as John Wick, only appeared once when the boss of Hormel Foods came to New York. He said nothing, but took the second-generation head of Hormel Foods to visit the food processing plant that he had already operated.

Jay Hormel, the second-generation CEO who turned his company into a multinational corporation from the Great Depression to World War II with his own product, Spam cans, felt numb when he saw large amounts of pork shoulders being blended into minced meat in the factory.

Not only the pork shoulders that everyone doesn't want, but also other parts are being blended into minced meat. After that, a group of technical experts in another workshop are conducting various taste tests based on the minced meat made from these parts.

Discuss with each other what ingredients should be added to the minced meat made from these parts and what the appropriate proportions are.

"Don't forget to add nitrite. This is very important. You can discuss the rest among yourselves."

Wang came forward, gave a key suggestion, and then left with the Hormel boss.

But just such a simple sentence made the second-generation leader completely lose the qualifications to negotiate cooperation with the Continental Group behind the Wang Yi pseudonym.

Because he already knew what the other party was doing, and the other party's scale and funds at hand allowed him to do more.

He was still thinking about using the large amount of pork shoulders purchased at low prices to make minced meat and can it for backward compatibility.

The other party is directly inclusive in all aspects. Pork shoulder is mainly for downward compatibility, but other parts can be changed for upward compatibility at a different price.

After all, no matter how severe the depression is, there are always some people who live a comfortable life as they should, or even better, such as John Wick, who is taking me to see the operation of a food processing plant.

Now there are only two options for the second-generation boss: either hand over their sales channels and become an honest agent for mainland hotels, or wait to be squeezed into bankruptcy and then acquired by mainland hotels in this simple and crude way.

One is to be decent, and the other is to help him be decent.

He still knew how to choose, but he didn't understand why the other party got there first when he had finally smelled the business opportunity he had just mentioned to them that they could choose to cooperate in purchasing the unwanted pork shoulders?

He does what I want to do! He makes my money!

In this regard, Wang Yi could only say sorry. It was you who took the initiative to come to him. If you had just played around with your own little piece of land and waited until you grew bigger before entering the New York market, he would have to admit defeat and find a way to cooperate with you.

But since you offer it to me, I'd better use it.

No matter how bad my history is, I can't infer the result from the cause, but inferring the cause from the result is still somewhat useful. During this period, there are only a few people who are outstanding in food, how can I not catch you?
If he wasn't afraid of you starting a show, he would have asked someone to print the letters SPAM on the cans to scare him to death.

But it was enough as long as the goal was achieved. After finishing this, he handed the matter over to James and returned to the apartment provided to him by the Behemoth Foundation to look at the development of the god in his painting who was named John Wick and absorbed the faith of all living beings.

In the apartment, Wang Yi sat cross-legged, looking at the painting in front of him that absorbed the Qi of faith of all living beings.

In just one month, the invisible and formless god in the hands of the leader of the I-Kuan Tao branch that was destroyed in the capital city remained in a vortex of clouds, that is, the embryonic stage, in the scroll.

In Wang Yi's hands, the deity has gradually taken shape under the irrigation of the Qi of faith of all living beings. The deity is dressed in a suit and tie, holding a Browning in one hand and a pencil in the other, but the face has never been concretized.

This progress really surprised Wang Yi. Is the incense from foreigners so effective?

You have to know that this thing stayed in the hands of the leader of the I-Kuan Tao branch for much longer time than in his own hands, and he never figured out what it was doing. When it came to his hands, it just gathered dust. It was only a month ago when something unusual happened that Wang Yi took it out to tinker with it.

But the I-Kuan Tao did not grow strong overnight. Although it was also a cult in the early years, the illiteracy rate was so high at that time and everyone was ignorant. The I-Kuan Tao was not the only one to do this.

The two big bosses of Buddhism and Taoism are standing there. It’s good enough for them to eat some leftovers. Do you still want to become more powerful?
However, when the Anti-Japanese War broke out and the capital fell, the I-Kuan Tao immediately surrendered to the Japanese. Later, during the War of Liberation, it turned around and followed the bald men. It caught the train of the times and gave rise to the infamous I-Kuan Tao cult.

The course of history should have developed in this way, but who could have been blamed for running into Wang Yi, a fierce dragon that did not follow the rules and who, the first thing he did when he entered the capital, was to target the Beijing branch of the I-Kuan Tao that was still trying to survive and develop.

He sent them to see Wusheng Mother without even giving them a reason. Even Wusheng Mother and her home were taken away by Wang Yi.

Without believers and a base, naturally this god, who was supposed to have been born after years of patience and management by I-Kuan Taoism, would have no further development.

And when Wang Yi crossed the ocean to the United States, although the United States was an industrial power, it was also a civilized country.

But the more civilized they appear on the surface, the more feudal they are in secret.

Once the Americans become superstitious, feudal, and religious, even our own Republic of China will have to call them brothers.

The wave of unemployment in the Great Depression was one after another, and it was too late to calm down. Looking around in the endless sea of ​​people, all you could see was a storm.

At this time, the Continental Hotel and Wang Yi, the John Wick alias, appeared like saviors, providing those who consumed alcohol and registered members at the Continental Hotel with a fairly decent job without any harsh requirements.

With the help of James Gates, a professional manager who has learned PUA rhetoric and MLM by himself, these guys who got the jobs naturally have the highest admiration for the John Wick created by Wang Yi.

The base suddenly expanded, and the Qi of faith of all living beings was truly benefited and continuously supplied. In a month, the gods in the scroll were better fed than those in the I-Kuan Tao branch in the capital. How could they not develop very quickly?

Wang Yi didn't know about the twists and turns in history, he only knew one thing.

"The Investiture of the Gods is indeed true. It is true that this thing is destined to be with me. But why can't I show my face? You have eaten the incense from foreigners, and now you are being picky?"

Wang Yi was puzzled, so he had to let go of his mind and try to connect with the gods in the painting to see what was going on.'

As Wang Yi's mind entered into the realm of the gods, the voices of the newly recruited employees from the mainland hotel continued to echo in his ears.

'Look! Look at the efficiency of mainland hotels. Farms, ranches, cars, gasoline, and processing plants are all connected together, and the prices are still so cheap. If those companies were like mainland hotels, would we have to line up on the street to get relief food?'

"If you ask me, Mr. Wick was very far-sighted. If he hadn't gotten out of the stock market in time and sold his stocks, we wouldn't have these opportunities now."

"Who wouldn't sell stocks? Didn't the chairman of Rockefeller say that if even a shoe shiner could make money in the stock market, I should get out. He got out, made a lot of money, and I didn't see him hiring a lot of people!"

'So Mr. Wick is kindhearted and couldn't bear to see us members suffer, so he helped us. I just don't know what Mr. Wick looks like.'

'Yes, I couldn't see him clearly at the dock that night, but I thought Mr. Wick was very tall.'

"So the legend is true? When Mr. Wick started out, he killed the New York gangsters with a pencil?"

"It's none of our business whether he killed the gang or not. He didn't kill us. Oh, I really want to meet Mr. Wick and buy him a drink. "

The words of all kinds of people echoed in Wang Yi's ears, and Wang Yi realized that the reason why the god-like face of John Wick in the scroll had not appeared for a long time was because of himself.

He made the John Wick alias too mysterious. Although the elusiveness of the dragon accelerated the formation of the god, it also restricted the god's finalization at a critical moment.

God, God, can he still be called a god if he doesn’t show his power in front of people?
"It seems that I have to find a few unlucky guys to attack, and pretend to be good. But in this environment, I can't really be forced to be a night demon and cosplay an old bat who didn't appear, right?" Thinking of the interesting things Nick Carraway reported to him not long ago, Wang Yi also felt a little magical.

Because he also knew the name of the child in the family of three that Nick Carraway bravely protected in the alley that night: Stanley Martin Lieber.

You may not be familiar with this name, but his other name is also well-known, Stan Lee.

The later helmsman of Marvel and the creator of the superhero image of Spider-Man.

Considering Nick Carraway's outfit and the way he appeared at the time, Wang Yi has reason to believe that Stan Lee, who grew up, created the image of Spider-Man because he was inspired by this childhood experience. This is a historical closed loop.

Just as Wang Yi was thinking about how he should use the alias of John Wick to appear before a few large groups of people in order to promote the formation of the god in the painting, the voices of those guys came to his ears again.

'Is the news accurate?'

"It's absolutely true. My brother told me that the boss of the Italian mafia and other mafia are jealous of Mr. Wick's business. These days they are planning to sabotage Mr. Wick's expansion plan for the Continental Hotel. They have already secured the land for several branches!"

"Shit! I finally have something to look forward to these days, and now it's here again? It's not going to end, is it? Where is your brother? Take me to find him!"

"Dude, it's not easy to meet him. You know, if this matter is exposed, he will be easily attacked."

"Then let him come to our side. If the news is confirmed, we can at least be a supervisor. We may even get a reward from the hotel!"

Wang Yi was silent, his mind withdrew from the gods in the painting and returned to himself. He looked at the god hanging in the painting in front of him, and the expression on his face was extremely interesting.

When he followed his dead master Ghost Hand King to travel around the country to perform and earn money in his early years, he also saw those practitioners in the strange sects who practiced singing and acting as gods.

Essentially, these kinds of strange people steal power from gods created by the Qi of all living beings' faith through their own practice. They use the power attached to these gods by the faith of all living beings to fight against humans or to show off their power in front of humans.

Each use is considered a positive cycle, strengthening the deity that you have stolen and performed.

But Wang Yi had never understood the gods created by the Qi of all living beings' faith. In Wang Yi's view at that time, these gods created by the Qi of all living beings' faith were actually the same as the clay sculptures and wooden carvings enshrined in temples, and they could do nothing.

It can be seen but not touched, and can only be taken at the will of those who practice the art of performing gods. But now it seems that this is not the case.

As gods who only have basic knowledge and know what they are, they can indeed hear the prayers and pleas of their believers, just as described in those vernacular stories.

But as gods, they are essentially a huge mass of Qi mixed with the faith of all living beings. They have the most basic self-awareness, but do not have any ability to act independently. Whether the world's view of them is good or bad depends entirely on how the practitioners who advocate the method of acting as gods act.

They were created and endowed with various abilities, but they also became mascots that could only be looked at and put aside.

It does seem like the world is cruel and treats all things as straw dogs.

By chance and coincidence, Wang Yi participated in and witnessed the birth of a new god on the other side of the ocean. It can even be said that he is this new god.

Because no matter how he separates himself as Wang Yi and the alias of John Wick, one thing is undeniable: he created the alias of John Wick, and the birth source of the god John Wick in the current scroll comes from him.

If I were this new god, would I no longer be constrained to sit on the throne? Instead, I could walk freely in the world under my own control?

This is just Wang Yi's guess, but he really wants to verify it now.

"Since this is an accidental achievement, we have to see it bear fruit. Stay here and let me see what you will become in the end."

With a wave of his hand, the scroll was hung on the wall. The god in the scroll silently watched his creator's face move, turned back into John Wick, and disappeared from his residence.
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At the Continental Hotel, James and Winston also frowned after hearing the news reported by this group of new employees.

"I understand what happened. Thank you for letting me know. Take this letter of recommendation and go find your supervisor. They will give your small team the best possible contract."

"Thank you! Thank you! Mr. Winston, Mr. James, if you need us, we can help to persuade the brothers over there who have ideas to rebel. You know, the gangs are also laying off employees now."

This former gangster who has turned over a new leaf is also trying to take advantage of the situation and make further progress.

This proposal was very tempting. At least Winston did want to do this. After all, the Continental Hotel was expanding rapidly during the Great Depression and was indeed short of staff. There was no reason to waste manpower on gang fights. It was not worth it.

But it was not a decision he could make on his own, so he had to seek the opinion of James next to him.

With the expansion of Continental Hotel, Wang Yi has made a distinction between Continental Hotel and the transformed Continental Group.

James Gates, a professional manager, was in charge of the Continental Group, which was responsible for all the business dealings on the surface. Winston, who had once been involved in the underworld of New York, was in charge of the Continental Hotel, and was responsible for sending his group of strangers to help James negotiate a deal when he couldn't.

While the two were discussing, Wang Yi appeared in the room quietly.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there is no need to let your friends over there make such unnecessary sacrifices. The Great Depression is bad enough. The key is to survive well."

"Mr. Wick?!"

"Mr. Wick!"

The small leader who came to tip off did not expect to meet Wang Yi in person under such circumstances, and the other party's caring words did not sound like a big boss who could wipe out the entire gang overnight with a pencil.

The other party's respectful attitude made the little leader want to kneel down in front of Wang Yi, the John Wick alias, and kiss the back of his hand to swear allegiance.

"I already know what happened. Since they are going to hold a meeting to divide our cake, as the owner of the cake, we have to go and listen to how they divide it. Thank you again for telling me. May I know your name, my friend? And the name of your brother who risked his life to tell you this news?"

"Bucciarati, my name is Bucciarati, Mr. Wick. My brother is Giorno Giovanna, and he is only sixteen years old."

"Bucciarati and Giorno Giovanna?"

Sitting on the sofa, listening to the self-introduction of a young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself, Wang Yi recited it once and then signaled the other party to leave.

"Go ahead and work hard. If you have time, learn more skills and study more. At our age, we are the sun at eight or nine in the morning. We can't just rush around for a living. The Great Depression will eventually pass, and there will be a time for us young people to shine."

"I will, Mr. Wick!"

Although Wang Yi in front of him looked about the same age as himself, the young man named Bucciarati did not feel any discomfort and left the room with excitement.

After watching the young man named Bucciarati leave, Wang Yi said to James who was waiting on the side.

"Pay special attention to him. If he is suitable, we can recruit him and make him one of our members."

"Yes, Mr. Wick."

"Okay, James, just continue with your work and don't worry about these. Winston, I haven't met these leaders of the New York underworld yet. Would you like to introduce them to me when the time comes?"

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Wick."

(End of this chapter)