The lord is red again

Linde looked at the houses that had been built in just one day and one night, and was a little dazed.

Wood was used as the frame, and gravel and cement were used as the filling.

The inclined triangular roof and the huge steep slope made it easier for snow and rainstorms to slide down.

The NPC dormitory built for women and children looked pretty good. The location was closer to the houses in the Star Dragon Outpost, and it felt like they were going to turn this place into a residential area.

In order to save space, they were basically double beds, and the small compartment next to them was for the two children.

"School dormitory small cabinet" Linde looked at the familiar room structure, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Standard dormitory for six people, you really deserve it.

Linde left the girls' dormitory and checked the sturdiness of the door to make sure that no perverted undead would sneak in at night. Don't have too high moral expectations of players, because Linde had played like this before.

The women and children entered the room, looked at the room, and cried with joy.

It was like a dream to have a place of their own.

"Praise Lord Lind!" The women and children thanked him sincerely.

The undead worked for Lind, so there was no problem in thanking Lind.

The government office had been built, but it was impossible to move in within a day with the construction method of pouring cement and filling gravel.

"Tavern?" Lind looked at the house that was not planned.

These undead really like to do something fancy for themselves.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that an undead had asked him if he could build a tavern, but Lind's mind was not on this at that time, so he nodded and agreed casually.

I didn't expect the house to be built so quickly, is this the infrastructure maniac?

Come to think of it, dozens of players don't sleep, and they will not get tired day and night. They are equivalent to a group of laborers with unlimited endurance. It's a problem if the house is not built quickly.

"What kind of medieval magic world is it without a tavern!"

The undead are very satisfied with their buildings.

A large group of undead surrounded the tavern and commented on it.

"Now that we have a tavern, can we refresh the girls in the tavern?"

"Drink, give me a glass of Jack Wales." An undead was already shouting: "Vodka, with ice, lime juice, ginger beer. Oh, most importantly. A little more love."

"I think the tavern needs a resounding name. What do you think of Big Bird Turning?"

Linde pushed open the cabin and shut out the voices of the undead.

The flames burning in the fireplace raised the temperature of the tavern space.

In order to ensure the temperature, there are not many windows in the house, and they are not large. If there is no bonfire lighting, the visibility will be very poor.

The ground underfoot is paved with stones, and cement is not chosen.

Several long tables of uneven heights are placed in the tavern in a wild growth.

There are serious traces of imitation.

Warcraft tavern, wizard tavern, etc.

"What do you think?"

"We need a tavern owner." Linde glanced at Old Pete who followed him.

Old Pete is in charge of the food of Star Dragon Outpost and is deeply trusted by Linde. It is obviously not possible to let him come to be a tavern owner.

Undead people are not so easy to serve.

"Yes, there are also chefs, maids, prostitutes, and bards," said Old Pete. He found that Linde had been staring at him. He pulled his beard and said, "Ha, you know, I recall the days when I could have fun in the tavern after every battle."

His eyes wandered, recalling the past.

He drank a lot of wine, and relaxed his stress in the laughter of women and the insults of men.

Sometimes he would find a few dwarves and let them perform a farce of the imperial princes fighting for the throne, and then kick their short buttocks with boots and throw a few gold coins.

Now, there is only this life left.

"There will be such a day soon," said Linde, "it will be lively."

Linde has no available NPCs. It takes a good brain to do business, not to mention women and children. Sweeping the floor and doing odd jobs are okay, but they can't do anything else.

Soldiers are not considered.

But it doesn't matter, he can hire undead people.

Anyway, he would not provide anything to this tavern. He would just treat it as a game hall for the undead, where they could chat, brag and exchange information.

When Linde issued the task of hiring a "tavern owner", undead people came to apply immediately.

Linde felt that he had not explained it clearly enough. In order to reduce the number of more than 50 interviewees... Yes, except for those who were not online, all the undead people in Star Dragon Post came.

He said his conditions: "The daily operation of the tavern must be maintained. Whether to hire other employees in the tavern is entirely up to the tavern owner, including the salary of employees. The tavern's goods, sales, services, etc., all need the tavern owner to be responsible."

"What about the salary?"

"Commission" Linde said: "The boss will bear all the good and bad business."

He really has no interest in making gold coins. Gold coins are just a prop to maintain the enthusiasm of the undead people. Controlling the currency from getting out of control is also to protect Linde's interests.

Some undead people want to come and try it. Anyway, they will not suffer any loss, but when they heard that they have to take responsibility, they want to back off.

Making money is not as important as upgrading.

Spending most of the time in the tavern as a boss, wouldn't it be better to change to another place to work.

The number of people has been reduced by half, but there are still more than 20 left.

Lind added one more thing: "You need to know some service and management, and it's better to know how to cook."

He is the lord, he has the final right of interpretation.

Steamed buns, are you not convinced?

"I'll go, I'll be a chef in the game? Sir, I've seen the Spirit of the Halberd Eater, and eating the food I cook can make your clothes explode. Let me do it!"

"Lord, I am a special chef!"

"Lord, I'll cook it, and I'll do a striptease for the guests while I can serve the food!"

Okay, okay, the involution begins again.

Linde stretched out his hand to point out the people who were yelling, and waved his hand to drive them out: "You have all been eliminated."

The undead people who were driven out muttered, but didn't say anything. They were just yelling in vain, and they didn't really want to be tavern owners.

The most important thing is that he is the first to open a store in the game. How handsome.

Although Linde did not want to operate any business model or make money, it did not mean that he wanted to build a bank nest.

After sifting through the circles, there were fewer and fewer undead people, and finally two people were left standing in front of Linde.

One is an acquaintance and a romantic loser, and the other is an undead person with the ID of "Ou Haochen, I am married".

"Tell me about your operating strategy," Linde said.

The romantic rice bucket raised his hand: "I'll do it. If I get this job, I will study the menu vigorously, create various delicacies, and attract the immortals with absolute deliciousness."

Linde: "..."

It's cute how you use power for personal gain, but considering that you may be an immortal man, I won't say anything about it.

He looked at Ou Haochen, who cleared his throat: "Sir, I will collect food from the undead, and then brew some wine to ensure the normal operation of the tavern, but in my opinion, food and drink cannot be left behind. If we have enough customers, we must have more service content.”

"oh?"

"We can open a membership system, customize special services, and then give the highest-spending immortal a chance to name it every week. For example, a blended wine on the menu can be named after him, as long as he spent the most in the previous week."

Linde raised his eyebrows and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Then there is entertainment, which is also very simple. We can make some cards and hold landlord competitions."

Landlords, you just said Landlords, right?

Don't you think it's outrageous that a large group of Fourth Natural Disasters won't save the world, but cats are fighting landlords in my Star Dragon Outpost?

Moreover, he felt that the naming aspect was very problematic. The names of these immortals were all outrageous.

He remembered very clearly that there was an undead in the territory with an ID called "Niao Niao's Place". If the other party really spent the most, it would be possible for other immortals to shout when ordering: "Bring me a cup of Niao Niao's Place."

It's hard to stretch.

"This is just the early stage," Ou Haochen continued, "After that, we can research a set of cards that are unique to this world, and then we can copy Hearthstone or Gwent... uh"

He glanced at Lind: "In short, you can design a game to let the undead people spend money to buy card packs. There is no way to get powerful cards without spending money. Of course, this is only in my expectation, because this aspect needs to be done well. Figure out how to make them more willing to pay.”

"There is also a tea seat fee. Seats are limited to a limited time. When the time comes to rush people, you are not allowed to come in and take a seat."

"There are also performances. We can charge immortal gold coins to give them the opportunity to perform, and then we can also charge ticket fees for the undead people sitting down to enjoy the performance."

The romantic lover beside her was already sluggish. She really didn't think that much. She always thought that she could eat happily if she became a tavern owner. Does it mean that being a tavern owner requires such a dirty heart?

The same goes for Linde, okay, you have to be ruthless in cutting the leeks.

"Tavern owner, it's you!"