Weirdness is coming: Chen Mu Nugui started with trillions of ghost coins

Chapter 1507 Big Customer

At this point, Chen Mu couldn't help but think of "The Death Postman".

As a non-mysterious scene, the newspaper boss actually set up two eerie scenes, namely the "double mystery gate" mode, namely the "Death Postman" and the "Underworld Post Office".

Chen Mu hadn't quite understood it before, but now he thinks he does.

Those two bizarre scenes were clearly designed to target me!

To be precise, it's to counter my "Crimson Little Note" ability and prevent me from summoning reinforcements!

Even if he could watch over the river and call for thousands of reinforcements.

Once these reinforcements arrive, they will be trapped by the Death Postman and unable to provide immediate assistance.

Even under these circumstances, over 80% of the reinforcements perished in the "Death Postman." This was a devastating blow to Chen Mu and his staff!

In this situation, even if he could use the blood-red note, Chen Mu was actually reluctant to send his men to their deaths.

After all, Chen Mu cleared the "Death Postman" mission on his second try. He wasn't really sure what the difficulty of the third delivery would be.

Not only that, let's take a step back.

Even if Chen Mu's men can all clear the "Death Postman" challenge, their arrival won't guarantee Chen Mu's victory.

Because the most important thing is the interviewer's experience!

Individually, each of these 1001 newspapers would be considered a low-level interview. For an experienced interviewer, it would pose no challenge.

However, for those who have never been in contact with such people, it is easy to fall into a trap if they are not careful.

Taking all these factors into account, summoning reinforcements with a blood-red note is not a feasible decision; on the contrary, it would be counterproductive.

Chen Mu quickly explained these considerations to Xiao Ye.

Xiaoye, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately tensed up again.

"Boss, if that's the case..."

Chen Mu waved his hand, interrupting Xiao Ye, and said with a smile, "It's not as bad as you think."

Although it sounds difficult, don't forget that I'm the best at taking on the impossible.

In fact, we still have foreign aid. And compared to Wangjiang Shouwang's team, our foreign aid is more professional.

After Chen Mu finished speaking, he waved to Xiao Ye, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, signaling her to follow.

The two arrived outside the small room, and Chen Mu pointed to the large editor's office not far away, "Our reinforcements are right there."

That office had hundreds of editors, some of whom had worked their way up from interviewees to become incredibly experienced.

"As long as we can get them working for us, then we've got this game in the bag."

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up again. Just as her boss had said, no matter what kind of desperate situation Chen Mu could find a way out!

"Boss, are we going to use the blood-red note?" Xiaoye asked.

Chen Mu smiled and shook his head. "The blood-red note is a coercive measure. It's not fair to use a blood-red note to get people to work willingly."

People's hearts are not on my side, and even the blood-stained little note cannot guarantee that they didn't deliberately omit details to trick me.

But don't forget, besides the little note, I have another trump card up my sleeve.

The newspaper boss tried every possible means to prevent me from using my trump card, but I've now bypassed the restrictions and can use it again.

Xiao Ye immediately understood what Chen Mu wanted to do.

“Come on, let’s go find the editor-in-chief, Weird. I need his help with something,” Chen Mu said.

Meanwhile, in the editor-in-chief's eerie room.

The editor-in-chief sat strangely in the chair, and carefully took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

This is a small gift that Chen Mu gave it when they met.

Mr. Chen casually picked up a pack of cigarettes, which, for the editor-in-chief, was the best cigarettes he had ever smoked in his life.

Light one up gently, and its pure, mysterious energy rises slowly into your nostrils along with the burning smoke.

This feeling particularly intoxicated the editor-in-chief with his eccentricity.

"The stuff that Wangjiang Watchman has is really good stuff." The editor couldn't help but sigh. "If I could work in Wangjiang City, under Boss Chen, I could have this kind of stuff every day. I would have no regrets in this life."

Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Firstly, it's about whether Boss Chen can successfully pass the level and then take over the Underworld Post Office.

Another question is whether I can continue to be the editor-in-chief after Mr. Chen's acquisition.

The editor-in-chief, however, had no doubt about the former. After all, given Mr. Chen's abilities, clearing the game wasn't impossible.

According to the editor-in-chief's mysterious understanding, Mr. Chen has always been someone who excels at creating miracles.

However, what it is more worried about is whether its position will plummet after the acquisition.

The editor-in-chief opened the drawer strangely and took out a diary.

This record documents my own and my colleagues' work performance over the past few years.

The performance curve in the log clearly shows that my performance has been declining.

It's not that they aren't working hard; it's mainly because the overall environment is bad, and there are fewer and fewer readers.

Unfortunately, the number of readers it connects with decreases even faster.

This has led to a continuous downward trend in its performance evaluations. The salaries of its editors have also been declining.

I wonder if Boss Chen really cares about performance.

If you saw your poor performance, would you fire yourself in a fit of anger?

However, based on my understanding of Mr. Chen, he is most likely not that kind of person. He is quite tolerant of his subordinates.

However, the decline in performance also corresponds to the continuous decline in income for the editor-in-chief and a group of editors over the past few years.

The editor-in-chief's own income has been drastically reduced, falling to less than 10% of his normal income in previous years!

By the time they reach the age of editor-in-chief and editor, most of them have families to support.

However, declining wages year after year have made it extremely difficult to make a living.

Mr. Chen's acquisition is estimated to take another year and a half. Before that, I still need to support my family.

Thinking this, the editor-in-chief, Weird, was about to take a big drag on his cigarette, but looking at the precious cigarettes on the table, he resisted and took a small puff.

I'll smoke one of these cigarettes from the pack on the table.

The rest, I'll keep and exchange for money with my other colleagues.

Presumably, some single colleagues would be willing to spend a little money to buy one of these good cigarettes.

If I trade this pack of cigarettes with my colleagues, it should be enough for my family to live on for another month or two.

In the coming months, the number of subscribers will likely dwindle. It will be an exceptionally difficult economic winter.

Thinking this, the editor-in-chief, with a strange reluctance, put the cigarette away on the table again.

As a seasoned smoker, it certainly wanted to enjoy the cigarettes that Boss Chen had given it.

However, due to the pressures of life, without reader subscriptions and income, it's extremely difficult to make a living.

It wasn't just him; all the editors in the large office were having a tough time. That's why, whenever Boss Chen appeared, everyone went out of their way to fawn over him.

Unfortunately, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst; Mr. Chen's acquisition will take another year and a half.

Before this, everyone's life must have been very difficult.

The editor-in-chief sighed eerily. He had just carefully put away the cigarette, preparing to exchange it for some ghost money to supplement his family's income.

Suddenly, three knocks sounded at the door.

The editor-in-chief paused for a moment, a strange look on his face. At this time, everyone was idle, either slacking off in the office or lying around in their small rooms. With no work to do and no need for work-related communication, who would come knocking on his door?

"Wait a moment, I'll open the door."

The editor-in-chief muttered something strange as he walked to the door and opened the rusty iron gate.

As soon as the door opened, the person standing outside made the editor-in-chief, a rather strange young man, immediately stand up straight.

The visitor wasn't a colleague; it was actually Boss Chen!

Why would Boss Chen contact me in just a few tens of minutes?

Based on the editor-in-chief's strange perception, Boss Chen should be very smart.

Besides, I had already explained things very clearly in the "new user guide" tutorial. Theoretically speaking, Mr. Chen shouldn't need my help anymore. That's why I felt comfortable leaving.

If Mr. Chen hadn't encountered an unsolvable problem, he wouldn't have contacted me so quickly.

Could it be that... the task given by the BOSS was too difficult, and Mr. Chen couldn't figure it out?

The editor-in-chief felt a sudden pang of unease; all of his and his family's hopes rested on Boss Chen.

If Mr. Chen fails, his family will eventually go bankrupt as their income decreases.

"Mr. Chen, is there anything I can help you with?" the editor asked with a strange nervousness. It didn't know what the mission was, so it was worried that Mr. Chen wouldn't be able to complete it.

Seeing the other person's nervous expression, Chen Mu smiled easily.

Chen Mu patted the editor-in-chief on the shoulder in a strange manner, "Don't be so nervous, it's like the sky is falling."

Don't worry, everything is normal on my end. I have a plan. Everything is proceeding according to plan.

I'm here to talk to you about a project. You can consider me your client.

Hearing Chen Mu's words, the editor-in-chief first breathed a sigh of relief, then became completely confused.

Discussing projects?

Are you treating me as your client?

What does that mean? What is Mr. Chen saying?

Seeing the editor-in-chief's strange and puzzled look, Chen Mu asked, "Does your newspaper still accept subscriptions?"

The editor-in-chief nodded mysteriously, though it didn't know what Mr. Chen meant by asking that question.

However, being adept at navigating social situations, it still casually placed a chair next to Chen Mu, saying, "Mr. Chen, please sit down. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

You asked me if the Underworld Post Office still accepts newspaper subscriptions?

Chen Mu nodded.

The editor-in-chief said mysteriously, "Of course I accept. As you know, Mr. Chen, our main business at the Underworld Post Office is selling newspapers."

Although the number of regular readers is decreasing at this time, as our main business, we will certainly continue operating. Those regular readers who want to subscribe can definitely continue buying the newspaper…”

Before the editor-in-chief could finish speaking in a strange tone, Chen Mu waved his hand, "No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I wanted to ask if your Underworld Post Office still accepts new readers?"

For example, if new readers want to subscribe to the newspaper.

The editor-in-chief found it strange and funny.

Isn't that obvious? It's like asking yourself, if someone offers you money, would you take it?

Of course we'll make money!

Where else can you find such a wonderful opportunity?

For the fading Underworld Post Office, having new readers is simply a pipe dream.

The number of regular readers is dwindling, and newspaper subscriptions are extremely rare. New readers are practically nonexistent.

Even many new and bizarre scenes, such as the eerie creatures guarding the river, have no idea of ​​the existence of the Underworld Post Office.

In this situation, where will new readers come from?

Not to mention the editor-in-chief is acting strangely, even the entire Underworld Post Office hasn't heard of any editor receiving a new reader's subscription for many years.

If the editor-in-chief, Wei Yi, could gain another new reader, given the current economic situation of the Underworld Post Office, Wei Yi could treat that new reader like his own father.

Even if you only subscribe to one newspaper, that's still a new subscription!

In today's Underworld Post Office, this is nothing short of a miracle, and would be considered a major achievement if it were included in performance evaluations.

What's more, a new reader means an extra 10% of revenue.

The editor-in-chief, Gu Yi, now only has a dozen or so regular readers. He manages to get a dozen or so subscriptions per issue, barely enough to make ends meet.

If a new reader subscribes to one issue, that's a 10% increase in revenue. If a few readers subscribe, it could keep the editor-in-chief afloat for a year and a half.

The editor-in-chief sighed mysteriously and said, "Mr. Chen, this kind of thing is so hard to find, you can't ask for anything more."

It's a pity that now... let alone new readers, even the old readers..."

Before it could finish speaking, Chen Mu smiled mysteriously, "What if I told you I wanted to become your new reader? To subscribe to your new newspaper?"

Upon hearing Chen Mu's words, the editor-in-chief was stunned on the spot.

What? Mr. Chen wants to become a new reader and subscribe to the newspaper here?

The editor-in-chief's first reaction was one of bewilderment.

For Boss Chen, his main task now is to clear the [Underworld Post Office].

Subscribing to newspapers here won't help Mr. Chen at all. He doesn't need outside information; subscribing to newspapers is a complete waste of money.

"Boss Chen, what are you trying to do?" Although the editor-in-chief was eager to make money, he was still considerate of Chen Mu. "One of our newspapers can now sell for as much as 1000 ghost coins."

Mr. Chen, you may be wealthy, but you don't need to spend money like this. After all, your money didn't grow on trees.

A newspaper costs 1000 ghost money coins, and the editor-in-chief gets 100 ghost money coins as his share. This is why a dozen or so subscribers are enough for the editor-in-chief to barely keep the newspaper afloat.

Feeling the editor-in-chief's good intentions, Chen Mu smiled and said, "I know you're thinking of me. But this money isn't wasted; it will help me pass the level."

And the number of subscriptions I have might exceed your imagination. From the Underworld Post Office to now, I doubt anyone can be considered a more 'major client' than me.

After Chen Mu finished speaking, he strangely held up one finger to the editor-in-chief.