Chapter 52: Immortal: I am good at cutting leeks
Lind looked at the houses in front of him that had been built in just one day and one night, feeling a little dazed.

Wood as frame, gravel and cement filling.

The pitched triangular roof and the huge steep slope allow snow and heavy rain to slide off more easily.

The NPC dormitory built for women and children looks pretty good. It is located closer to the houses in Star Dragon Outpost, giving the feeling that this place is being built into a residential area.

In order to save space, there are basically double beds, and the small compartment next to it is for the two children.

"Small cupboard in the school dormitory" Linde looked at the familiar room structure and his mouth twitched slightly.

Standard dormitory room for six people, you really deserve it.

Lind 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 Lind had played this way before.

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

It's like a dream to have a place of my own.

"Praise Lord Linde!" The women and children expressed their gratitude sincerely.

The undead worked for Lind, so there was nothing wrong with thanking Lind.

The government hall has been built, but the way it was constructed, with concrete and gravel filling, made it impossible to move in within a day.

"Tavern?" Lind looked at the unexpected room.

These undead guys really like to do some tricks for themselves.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that an undead had asked him if he could build a tavern, but Linde was not thinking about it at that time, so he just nodded in agreement 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 staying up all day and night without getting tired and building houses frantically are equivalent to a group of laborers with infinite endurance. The problem would be if they didn't build the houses quickly.

“What’s a medieval fantasy world without a tavern!”

The undead were very satisfied with their building.

A large group of undead gathered around the tavern, talking and discussing what was going on.

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

"Drink, give me a Jack Wells," the undead were already shouting: "Vodka, with ice, lime juice, ginger beer. Oh, most importantly. And a little love."

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

Lind pushed open the cabin and shut out the voices of the undead people.

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

In order to maintain the temperature, the house has few windows and they are not big. Without the light from the campfire, visibility would be very poor.

The ground under your feet is paved with stones instead of cement.

Several long tables of uneven heights were placed in the tavern in a wild manner.

There are serious traces of imitation.

Warcraft Tavern, Wizard Tavern, etc.

"What do you think?"

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

Old Pete is in charge of the food at Star Dragon Outpost and has Lind's trust, so it is obviously not a good idea to ask him to come and be the tavern owner.

The undead are not that easy to serve.

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

His eyes were wandering, recalling the past.

Drinking big gulps of wine, relieving stress amid the women's giggles and the men's insults.

Sometimes he would find a few dwarfs and ask them to perform a farce about the imperial princes fighting for the throne, then kick their short buttocks with his boots and throw a few gold coins at them.

Now, this life is all I have left.

"That day will come soon," Lind said, "and it will be lively."

Linde has no available NPCs under his command. It takes a good brain to do accounting and business, not to mention women and children. He is okay at sweeping the floor and doing odd jobs, but he can't do anything else.

The soldiers didn't think twice.

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

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

When Lind sent out the task of hiring a "tavern owner", undead people immediately came to apply for the job. Lind felt that he had not explained it clearly enough, so in order to reduce the number of more than 50 interviewers... Yes, except for those who were not online, all the undead people in Star Dragon Outpost came.

He stated his conditions: "The daily operation of the pub must be maintained. Whether to hire other employees is entirely up to the pub owner, including the employees' salaries. The pub's goods, sales, services, etc., are also the sole responsibility of the pub owner."

"What about the salary?"

"The boss will bear the full responsibility for whether the business is good or bad," Lind said.

He really has no interest in earning gold coins. Gold coins are just a prop to maintain the undead people's enthusiasm for work. Controlling the currency so that it does not get out of control is also considered to be protecting Lind's interests.

Some of the immortals wanted to come and give it a try, since they wouldn't suffer any loss anyway. But when they heard that they would have to take responsibility, they wanted to back off.

Making money is not as important as leveling up.

Spending most of the time in a pub as a boss, wouldn't it be the same as going to work somewhere else?

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

Lind added: "You need to know some service and management skills, and it would be best if you can cook."

He is the lord and he has the final say.

Steamed bun, are you not convinced?

"Oh my god, I want to be a chef in the game? Sir, I've seen Food Wars!, and eating the food I made can make your clothes explode, so let me do it!"

"My Lord, I am a top-class chef!"

"My Lord, I will cook. I can give the guests a striptease while serving the food!"

Okay, okay, the involution begins again.

Linde pointed out the people who were shouting and waved them away: "You are all eliminated."

The undead who were driven out grumbled but didn't say anything. They were just shouting nonsense and didn't really want to be tavern owners.

The most important thing is to be the first to open a store in the game, how cool is that.

Although Linde has no intention of operating any business model or making money, it does not mean that he wants to build a fortune.

After rounds of screening, the number of undead people became fewer and fewer, and finally there were only two people standing in front of Lind.

One is a romantic good-for-nothing who is an acquaintance, and the other is an unruly person with the ID "欧皓辰我宣伱".

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

Romantic Eater raised his hand: "I'll do it. If I get this job, I will do a lot of research on the menu and make all kinds of delicious food. I will use the absolute deliciousness to attract the undead people."

Linde: "..."

It's cute how you abuse your power for personal gain, but considering that you might be an immortal man, I won't talk about it.

He looked at Ou Haochen, who cleared his throat and said, "Sir, I will collect food from the undead, and then brew some wine to ensure the normal operation of the tavern. However, in my opinion, food and drinks alone cannot retain enough customers. We must provide more services."

"Oh?"

"We can open a membership system, customize special services, and then give the highest-spending undead a chance to name a drink every week. For example, a blended drink on the menu can be named after him, as long as he was the highest spender last 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 a Landlord Fighting competition."

Fight the Landlord, you just said Fight the Landlord, right?

Don't you think it's outrageous that a large group of the Fourth Scourge are not going to save the world, but are playing Landlord in my Star Dragon Outpost?

He also felt that the naming was very problematic; the names of these undead people were all very outrageous.

He remembered clearly that there was an undead person in the territory with the ID "Niao Niao's Place". If the other party really had the highest consumption, could he ask other undead people to say "Give me a cup of Niao Niao's Place" when ordering food?

It's very difficult to stretch.

"This is just the beginning," 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 and said, "In short, we can design a game that makes the undead spend money to buy card packs. If they don't spend money, they won't be able to get powerful cards. Of course, this is just my expectation, because this aspect needs to be carefully designed to make them more willing to spend money."

"There is also a tea seat fee. There is a time limit for seating. When the time is up, you will be kicked out. You are not allowed to come in and take a seat."

"As for performances, we can charge the undead gold coins to give them the opportunity to perform, and then we can also collect ticket fees from the undead who sit down to enjoy the performance."

The romantic glutton on the side was stunned. She really didn’t think so much. She had always thought that she could eat happily after becoming a tavern owner. It turned out that being a tavern owner required such a dirty heart?

The same goes for Linde. Well, if you want to reap the profits, you have to be ruthless among your own people.

"Tavern owner, it's you!"

(End of this chapter)