"Damn, did the developers ss up the values?"
"What's going on?"
"The orders at the NPC store suddenly surged dozens of tis."
"I saw it too, it seems Lord Demon King's castle suddenly ordered ten thousand mattresses."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding zombies were all shocked, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Holy crap! How many?!"
"Ten thousand pieces?!"
"Does that guy's castle have that many beds?!"
The profit for each mattress is about 1000 Joss Papers, so wouldn't ten thousand pieces be ten million?!
No player has ever seen so much money since the ga launched, even with the inflation of ga values.
Several players quickly calculated with their fingers and were instantly unsettled. They looked at the workers beside the machines, with eyes practically glowing green.
Their ghostly appearances indeed looked sowhat scary.
If the workers hadn't been working with them for a while, these dead bosses would probably have scared them.
Beifeng City's labor is limited, so besides squeezing wages, the only way to further improve productivity is to keep enhancing production processes.
For instance, they have always been integrating Netherworld Technology into the mix, using more automated equipnt to replace processes that originally required manual operation.
While several players were discussing how to improve production, Robert the Ghost floated nearby, looking at these restless corpses with an incomprehensible expression.
Honestly, after observing for so long, he still couldn't figure out what these so-called Undead from the Great Graveyard were thinking.
They're dead, yet they still work so hard. How overworked must they have been when they were alive?
Overall, he really didn't know how to evaluate them.
...
While the players were busy researching ways to enhance the Great Graveyard's productivity, their supre Lord Demon King was also occupied.
At lunchti, the Lord Demon King was in the Embrace of Dawn Hotel's restaurant, skillfully handling the steak on his plate. His nobility and elegance were in no way inferior to Campbell Duchy's Royal Family, perhaps even surpassing them... like a painting.
The chef stood respectfully across from him, explaining the cut and cooking technique of the at, even talking about the pasture's environnt and the cow's mood. However, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to Mr. Colin dining.
Truly a noble of the Imperial!
Compared to this gentleman, Campbell Duchy's wealthy and nobles were like savages from the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range!
He's worked in this hotel for over twenty years and it's the first ti he's served such an esteed guest!
In fact, not just the chef, Sarah standing behind Luo Yan couldn't help but secretly glance at Luo Yan either.
Though she wasn't concerned about nobility or otherwise, she just felt that today the Lord Demon King was sowhat different.
How to put it?
While he usually eats impressively, today gave her a completely different vibe.
In fact, Luo Yan was indeed deliberately performing, but it wasn't to show off to a chef; it was preparation for an upcoming performance.
Demon King Academy offers etiquette courses, from Hell's etiquette to surface humans', since there are instances where High-level Demons are captured by Imperial nobles.
Statistics show that polite demons have a higher survival rate, so Demon City's good colleges have long included this course.
In fact, Hell's demons originally ca from the surface, and upper society's etiquette differences aren't as large as imagined.
Including aesthetics, both sides share quite a few similarities.
Seeing his pretense doesn't seem to have shown a flaw, Luo Yan relaxed slightly, focusing on the food on his plate.
Objectively speaking, the chef at the Embrace of Dawn Hotel has decent skills.
Though not comparable to his personal chef [Little Fish Cake Juice]'s skills, it's a unique flavor by this world's standards.
If everything on his side goes smoothly, he might consider placing so Great Graveyard chefs in the hotel's kitchen, potentially leading a culinary trend as well.
Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Luo Yan looked at the endlessly chatting restaurant chef and gave his evaluation of today's lunch.
"Not bad."
Receiving Mr. Colin's positive evaluation, the chef's face instantly lit up with joy and pride, as if he had won an incredible award.
Especially when the maid standing by tossed a Gold Coin into his hand, he beca even more excited, bowing again, almost pressing his chest to his knees.
"...It's my honor to prepare your lunch, wishing you a pleasant day again, dear sir!"
Luo Yan didn't want to see his ridiculous performance, waved his hand to signal him to leave.
Watching the chef exit the room and quietly close the box door, Luo Yan picked up the dining tools on the table again, and spoke to Sarah behind him.
"You can sit too. There won't be any more interruptions."
He specifically ordered two steaks, one prepared for Sarah.
Sarah sat across him hesitantly, slicing a piece of at and placed it into her cherry-like mouth, chewing carefully.
Since her ears hidden in the hood couldn't be seen, Luo Yan couldn't tell her evaluation of today's lunch just from her expression.
"How does it taste?"
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