Rage of Rebirth

After all, reporters don’t know the details of the matter. Neither Vincent nor Ratner are tired of reporters and refuse to accept interviews from reporters. Chikova and Mitomo have a tacit understanding of each other, which has led to Mitomo’s nonsense.

Reporters can't refute it.

After some questioning, Mitomoemon's lie was so complete that the reporters didn't know what to ask, and they all froze in place.

Mitomoemon had prepared interviews and responses in advance, and had made assumptions about the questions that reporters might ask. He even thought of questions that reporters didn't want to ask. He was eagerly waiting for the next reporter to ask questions, but he

When he found that no one was asking questions, Mitomoemon suddenly felt a little uninterested.

He looked at the reporters with unfinished content and said in an even more excited tone: "Journalists, if there are no more questions, let's talk about how my farm is going."

He pointed with his finger under the city wall behind him. On the endless grassland, there were players farming and grazing everywhere. Mitomoemon smiled and said: "Journalists, follow me down to the city to watch. Let me show you what we are doing."

What is the farmland like?"

"Boom"

The ground shook for a while, and countless earth dragons formed a large slope, connecting the ground and the city wall. The appearance was very sensational, and the face was given very much. Although the reporters did not want to spare Mitomoemon so quickly, they could not

Since I couldn't ask any questions, I could only follow Mitomoemon and walk down the city wall.

According to their idea, they are looking for news points, preferably scandals. Who doesn’t like to eat melons now? Only eating melons can be interesting. If it is completely good, it will not make people feel that the news is worth watching.

News in which you can tell the content just by reading the title is not good news!

"Now in the first plantation area you see, we are planting magic sugar cane. The price of this thing is very high. Although planting it requires a certain amount of technology, we have completely understood the tricks. My subordinates

Millions of players are planting this kind of magic sugar cane." Mitomoemon pointed at the golden magic sugar cane forest in front of him and said.

The reporters raised their cameras to take pictures of the surrounding scenes, and some reporters flew drones to take pictures from the air. As Mitomoemon said, he took care of this sugarcane forest very well.

Reporters know that this is certain, because this is a facade, something used to show others, but what reporters want to see is the dark corner, that is, the place that cannot be taken care of. The Iron-Blooded Brotherhood still has insufficient care.

They don't believe that there is no place in Mitomoemon's area.

But they sent a drone to fly around the surrounding area for more than ten minutes and found something wrong, which immediately made the reporters feel very discouraged.

"Journalists, please believe that our guild cares for all players sincerely. We are willing to use the most favorable conditions to allow players to make money and benefit from the game. Then we will work hard to make the guild stronger and finally realize it."

A win-win situation." Mitomoemon said that he thought it was perfect.

The reporters couldn't find fault here. One of the female reporters said: "Mr. Mitomoemon, we want to see the grazing area."

"Of course." Miyuemon said with a smile.

He put on his mount and led many reporters through the magic sugar cane forest to the grassland grazing area 50 kilometers away, where a large number of players were grazing the magic cows produced by the system.

One of the players who was grazing had dark skin, was short, and looked a little malnourished. The reporters ran over with their eyes wide open. The female reporter asked excitedly: "This player, how are you doing here?"

How about it?"

"Why do you look so haggard?"

"Did you talk about the exploitation of the guild?"

…

After some questions, the player couldn't help scratching his head, showing a silly smile, and said: "You have too many questions, whose question should I answer first?"

"Answer one by one." The female reporter said in a clear voice despite all the objections.

The herding player smiled honestly again and said: "I'm living a good life here. You don't know that we can't earn 3 gold coins in a month in Bangladesh, but I heard from President Mitomoemon that we can earn a lot of money from herding in a month."

I earned more than 20 gold coins, and my salary was 7 times the original. I have never earned so much money in my life. We are rich.

I am very grateful to President Mitomo Emon. It is he who has given us poor foreigners a way to get rich. We are very grateful to him."

The reporters were a little confused. Only then did they discover how much a player in a poor area valued an income of 6,000 yuan a month, but they were unwilling to accept it. They felt that it was deliberately arranged by Mitomo Emon, so they dispersed, but

Everyone they found was either a Nigerian or a Bangladeshi player.

A reporter couldn't help but look at Mitomoemon and asked: "Why are there no people from your country?"

Mitomoemon shrugged his shoulders and said: "Our country has high welfare benefits, and the lives of our people are already very good. They don't need to work in the game at all. They are full-time samurai, and fighting is their only occupation."

The reporters were speechless and had no choice. What Mitomoemon said was true. Japan's welfare benefits are indeed high. Imported drugs from poor countries are routine drugs in their countries. Even if the Chinese people spend millions on medical treatment, they only pay for it.

It will cost about 2,000 yuan.

Such high benefits allow them to live a life without stress and burden. They don't have to worry about eating and sleeping. Simply doing some things in the game is enough to satisfy them.

Now these reporters understand that Mitomoemon is basically using them to sell to players in poor countries. As long as he reports through the media, he can attract more players from poor countries and let them work hard for Mitomoemon.

Under such circumstances, they don't need to ask about Mitomo's commission. Even if the commission is 40%, players from these poor countries will still make more money working in the game than in reality.

Mitomoemon looked at the players with a smile and said: "Let's go and see how fish farming is in the lake. We raise fish ourselves and sell them to the authorities. The work will be more standardized and reasonable, which is much more suitable than fishing at sea."

Everyone understood that this was specifically aimed at the Iron-Blooded Brothers and Lu Yang. The group followed Mitomoemon to the lake area where fish were farmed. Sure enough, there was indeed a fish farm here, and it was very beautiful.

The fish cages are supervised and fed by dedicated personnel. The fish gradually grow up in the lake water. One cage is sold directly to the official, and the amount of money earned is fixed. There is no risk, and it is not low to make a lot of money.

"It's really good." A reporter said with a frown. If he really couldn't find any problems, he could only praise it.

Miyuemon was even more happy when he heard this, he laughed and said: "Let's go back to the city wall."

The group of people followed Mitomoemon back to the city wall and stood at the top of the city again. Mitomoemon concluded his speech with great satisfaction: "Thank you all reporters for your visit. I believe you have seen how beautiful our farmland is.

Perfect, I hope that the majority of journalist friends will spread the news about our farming and let more players join us. I am willing to share the wealth and make money and grow together with all players who are willing to work hard for our guild."

Sparse applause rang out, and a group of reporters lamented. Mitomoemon is indeed a Japanese, and he does everything so carefully. They checked around and couldn't find anything wrong, so they were sure there was nothing wrong. But they really wanted to go back like this.

They had to be scolded by the editor for publishing a press release, but they couldn't do it if they didn't publish it. Just when a group of people were depressed, suddenly, a black cloud appeared in the sky. When they looked up to the sky, everyone was frightened.

His eyes widened, and some reporters subconsciously murmured to themselves: "Why are Lu Yang and his air combat team here!"