Desert Island God Level System

Du Hu snorted coldly: "Didn't you find a dozen supermen, what else do you need us to do?"

"What superman? I brought these dozen people to help you! How can you stop doing it?"

"Help us? Their hourly wages are the same as our daily wages. One person must be able to do the work of ten people. It seems redundant to us."

Zhang Mang's brain twitched when he heard the words, thinking that it turned out that this group of people was out of balance, probably because they saw the message he sent in the chat channel.

He smiled wryly and said: "Brother Hu, don't be angry, I only offered this salary in a moment of anxiety. If the big guys do it first, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer afterwards!"

At this time, Du Hu seemed to be the spiritual pillar of the more than 30 workers, and Zhang Mang thought about coaxing him to make everyone happy.

But Duhu is not a good opponent, he said displeased: "Zhang Mang, you still dare to play Tai Chi with me? I want you to give me an accurate number now!"

"Either their wages are the same as ours, or our wages are the same as theirs! Take your pick!"

As soon as this remark came out, the dozen or so people brought by Zhang Mang were unwilling, and had a faint intention of fleeing.

They were dissatisfied: "We only came here for the agreed hourly salary of ten copper coins. What is the meaning of this now? We quit!"

Zhang Mang became impatient, and subconsciously wanted to grab the opponent, but he stepped on the air, fell down and hugged the opponent's thigh.

It would be full of sincerity if he used this attitude to persuade him to stay.

"Don't, big brothers, you must never leave! The hourly salary is ten copper coins, which is a lot of money!"

When Duhu heard this, he was unhappy again: "Then what are we doing here? I don't think Zhang Mang is going to do business with you, brothers, let's go back to sleep!"

After finishing speaking, Duhu threw away the tools in his hand and took the lead to lead the workers to get off work.

This is simply killing Zhang Mang. If the wages of the thirty or so people are all adjusted to ten copper coins an hour, and after deducting costs such as foreign debts, he will basically have no profit on the six tons.

But if these NO.30 people leave now, Zhang Mang will go bankrupt at dawn.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Mang had no choice but to call Duhu and the others.

"The wages are unified into an hourly wage of ten copper coins! Everyone is satisfied..."

Zhang Mang yelled it almost with tears in his eyes, Duhu couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the words, this is what he was waiting for.

He turned around and said to his brothers, "Go back to work." He didn't even look at Zhang Mang the whole time.

The latter breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

Duhu is also a real person, although he is not inappropriate, but he is unambiguous in his work, full of drive like a strong bull.

There are only two hours left for the NO.50 people, and Zhang Mang sees a glimmer of hope when he speeds up together.

When Zhang Mang is free, his mind is full of money. Now he is no longer seeking to make money from this business, and it is lucky that he does not lose money.

As long as "Young Master Zhao" can be retained, he will slowly expand his team, and he will naturally make a lot of money in the future.

No. 50 people, ten times the salary, the old ghost's agency fee, and the foreign debt borrowed for the purchase of fishing nets, these are now his burdens.

But as soon as Chen Jing's final payment arrives, everything will be solved.

However, this has to be based on Zhang Mang's punctual delivery.

With an hour left before the delivery deadline, planning is back on track/on track and everyone is on the same page.

At this rate, six tons of seafood should not be a problem.

But the good times didn't last long, because the workers worked hard overnight, many of them couldn't support their bodies, and some even fainted suddenly on the sea.

In the end, it was Duo who struggled to rescue the man back to the beach.

"What's the matter? I told you not to sleep! If you sleep, my order will be yellow."

Zhang Mang said anxiously.

When Duhu heard that a fierce tiger turned his head, he stared at Zhang Mang uncomfortable.

"Do you still have humanity? You let him wake up when he almost died suddenly?"

Zhang Mang said aggrievedly, "Brother Hu, I really can't do anything about it. This is just two people. The order is one minute late and the final payment cannot be collected!"

Not only that, but if Zhang Mang failed to deliver the goods, he would have to pay three times the deposit to Chen Jing.

Du Hu didn't take it seriously, and said instead: "You can't afford this business, you insist on accepting it, who is to blame? I don't care, if you don't pay the brothers at dawn, I won't let you go!"

"The final payment is not enough, how can I pay you guys!" Zhang Mang was a little crazy.

As soon as the words fell, Duhu stuffed a basket into his hand, which was used to load seafood.

Zhang Mang looked bewildered and asked, "Why?"

"Instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to actually do it, hurry up!"

"What do you mean? I am your boss, and you let me do it?"

Du Hu said disdainfully: "Whether you like to do it or not, it has reached this point. If you can't deliver the goods, I think you are in more trouble than me."

After finishing speaking, Du Hu settled the wounded, and then rushed back to the sea to fight, leaving Zhang Mang aside.

He wasn't worried at all, since Zhang Mang could call their father's piss for money, he would come within a minute.

Sure enough, Zhang Mang was defeated after a short struggle with his self-esteem and inertia.

He gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Steamer! All the seafood will be thrown into the basket!"

Having said that, Zhang Mang also rushed to the sea, but unexpectedly a wave came over his face and knocked him to the ground, causing everyone to laugh.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and work quickly! There are only five or ten minutes left." Dui laughed.

Zhang Mang was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurriedly got up, working like a model behind Duhu.

But it didn't take long for him to lose heart.

"Could you grow some food, raise the basket a bit, and all the fish will run away."

"When it's full, send it to the shore quickly, and then replace it with an empty one. Why are you in the sea?"

"Are you here to make trouble? Don't you want to pay us wages?"

Du Hu kept scolding Zhang Mang, as if he was the boss at this time.

But the latter was powerless to refute, after all, what the other party said was the truth.

After going back and forth, Zhang Mang was extremely wronged, and there were tears in his eyes.

He has enjoyed this island for so long, and he has never suffered this kind of pain.

After he finally filled a basket of seafood, he was kicked to the shore by the tiger.

"What are you doing in a daze, move the seafood back to the pool of the manor."

"Ah? Want me to move back?" Zhang Mang was instantly confused.

It was difficult for him to move the basket of seafood with the buoyancy of the sea water, and now he had to carry it back on the ground, wouldn't it kill him?
Du Hu was speechless: "We move like this every day, don't you know it best as the boss?"

"This……"

Zhang Mang wanted to cry, but Du Hu yelled again: "Hurry up, or let the seafood wait to die on the shore."

"No, I'll move!"

Zhang Mang exerted all his strength to lift up the basket full of seafood with both hands, and almost missed his waist.

Then he split his hips and moved into the manor step by step with difficulty, like a rampant crab.