The Age of Lords Reborn

Chapter 693 Returning from writing (seeking subscription)

Just when he was not handsome from then on, surrounded by a group of Song players and completing a transaction, a small town lord from Liangzhou looked in surprise at the Han player camp outside another stronghold. people:
"Are you the black-clothed guard of Dream City?"

"Exactly."

The lord of the town looked at an identity token belonging to the guard in black, and couldn't help but ask, "What's your business here?"

After several dungeon battles, the intelligence personnel of Dream City are no longer a secret in the eyes of Huaxia players. They all know that Mo Xiaobai has cultivated such a group of intelligence spies.

It's just that he didn't understand that the forces of Dream City had been on the defensive since the beginning of the war, and had no intention of intervening at all. Why did the black-clothed guard show up today?
"By the order of your lord, come here to make a deal with your Excellency."

"Deal? What deal?"

"Food, medicine, and even armaments."

The black-clothed guard's answer was very short, but it was not that simple to hear it in the ears of the town lord.

He doesn't pay much attention to food. Others may lack it, but his territory is on the edge, so there is no problem in supplying himself.But when it comes to war, the demand for medicines is not normal. Even if there are medicine fields, they will not be as many as in the Dream City, and they will not be refreshed every day, so he has already felt the pressure in this regard.

As for the ordnance, the town lord didn't think about it.

The armaments in Dream City are all high-quality weapons, all made of high-quality iron. Take the Jiangxi War that just ended not long ago as an example. He also witnessed the mighty soldiers and horses of Dream City in the mountains.

If he bought the ordnance of the Dream City, it would definitely improve the combat power of his soldiers and horses by a level or two.

"These things, you, a little black-clothed guard, can decide?"

"I can't, but I have a list made by my lord in my hand, and I'm only responsible for delivering the letter."

The town lord couldn't help being curious when he heard the black-clothed guard mention 'Master' twice: "Who are you talking about?"

"The surname of my family is Guo, and the name is Jia."

It turned out to be Guo Fengxiao!

"Bring me your list."

After receiving a list of supplies from the guard in black, the town lord's eyes were quickly attracted by several items.

.........

"Great God, you guys are too messy, aren't you?"

"The writer and I were almost stuck in the middle of the road."

With the advent of the twelfth lunar month, the dynastic war between the Han and Song Dynasties has also reached the final juncture.

Players on both sides were fighting with all their strength, whether attacking or defending, but Mo Xiaobai, the top player of the big man, just welcomed Baihualin and Jiangshan, who came from afar, into his territory at this moment.

Listening to Bai Hualin talking about the chaos on the north and south banks of the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, Mo Xiaobai curled his lips and said, "The two of you have stayed in the Qin Dynasty for so long, and you haven't kidnapped one or two celebrities?"

"Isn't it enough for the writer and this heroine to come? Tell me, who else do you want to come?"

"Shang Yang, Bai Qi, Meng Tian, ​​Sima Cuo, Gongsun Yan, and Zhang Yi can do it too."

Mo Xiaobai casually reported a bunch of people's names, but in exchange Bai Hualin rolled his eyes: "Then do you want me to invite you, too, Master Pharmacist? And by the way, bring other famous ministers of Zhenguan?"

"You are beautiful!"

After saying the last three words, Bai Hualin had already walked towards Mo Xiaobai's mansion: "It's been a long time since I ate the dishes cooked by my master, so don't talk nonsense with you two stinky men, I'll go see my master."

Bai Hualin, who had been thinking about tea eggs on the way here, yelled 'Master', 'Master' as soon as he entered the mansion. Seeing this, Mo Xiaobai felt helpless: "This girl is about to become a Mohist tycoon, why is she still like this?" .”

"True temperament, more compatible with the Mo family."

Jiang Shan, who was writing the painting, suddenly said something, which made Mo Xiaobai shake his head as well: "You are really a direct descendant of General Qin, this Gao Leng Fan, I am afraid that he is not much different from Bai Qi and the others."

The former writer, although not a chatterbox, has rich facial expressions and voice, but since he succeeded in changing jobs, Mo Xiaobai seldom sees him showing expressions other than facial paralysis.

"Come back this time, won't you leave?"

Hearing Mo Xiaobai's question again, he thought for a while and nodded and said, "I won't go back within a year or two."

"Then stay and help me in Dream City, and let yourself have a space to show your talents."

"Yeah." The writer nodded immediately, if he didn't come to the Dream City, why did he run so far.

Mo Xiaobai's eyes flashed with joy, and he said: "You are also familiar with Maogong and the others. They will take up the post tomorrow, and you will be in charge of the military drills of all the soldiers in the territory. Is it okay?"

"Okay, I'll do my best."

"Okay, now let's talk about salary. The civil and military of Dream City has a systematic salary structure. I can't give you too high a condition. For the time being, you will be on the same level as Maogong. In addition, the bonus for playing games and so on, We count separately."

To write Jiangshan and join Dream City, Mo Xiaobai naturally has to take into account all the things he can consider, not to say that he can keep the pen if he wants to come, at least he has to sign a contract, just like Fat Mumu.

You can't treat writing like Li Ji and the others, at least using the word 'reward' is not appropriate, so a series of issues such as salary, benefits, bonuses, etc. need to be clarified one by one.

For example, as the commander-in-chief of a war and winning, how much reward should be given, and how much is the victory of being the commander of a certain route? The terms involved are all more troublesome than signing a labor contract with Fat Wood.

During the whole process of negotiation, Jiang Shan still didn't say much in writing, and he didn't even argue with Mo Xiaobai, but Mo Xiaobai would not save these things or lose money because of his attitude in writing.

The ability to write has already been demonstrated in the Jiangxi battle, so Mo Xiaobai naturally wants to give a matching salary, which is beneficial to both parties.

The two went into the mansion to discuss for a long time, until Bai Hualin had eaten enough from Cheng Liana and walked in front of the two with satisfaction, an employment contract was ready to be issued.

Sign and press your fingerprints.

Each of the two copies of the contract shall keep one copy, and Jiangshan will be considered to officially join the Dream City after writing the painting.

Became another general in command under Mo Xiaobai's command.

"Congratulations to both of you, one has met a good boss, and the other has found a good subordinate."

Bai Hualin was the witness who wrote the book and joined the Dream City. While applauding, he didn't forget to say: "But we have traveled so hard, should we arrange a room for us to rest first?"

"You still use me to arrange? My mother and Xiaoyou didn't prepare a room for you?"

"Hey, doesn't that also require your consent?"

"Okay, if you're bored, you can go play with Xiaoyou, and I'll take Zhibi to see his house. I've asked Guoyuan and the others to build it long ago, and I'm waiting for Zhibi to move in."

Mo Xiaobai waved his hand to signal Xiaobai to take it easy, and then walked out of the mansion together with the writer.

The house for the writer was indeed prepared long ago. It is in the same market as the houses of the generals in Dream City, not far from the barracks. It is very convenient to gather in case of emergency.

Taking a pen and strolling around a house with three courtyards, Mo Xiaobai asked with a smile, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"Well, it's pretty good."

"You can hire a few servants among the people yourself, and this will be your home in the plane from now on." After returning from the house to the outside of the courtyard, Mo Xiaobai just opened his mouth when he looked up and saw Guo Jia walking quickly.

(End of this chapter)