Chapter 1172: It's hard to get on stage

Chapter 1172: It's hard to get on stage

Chapter 1172: It's hard to get on stage

On the Fighter Council's evaluation page, there is a bar graph with marked scales.

Chen Chuan took a look and saw an arrow mark between positions 170 and 190, and a gradient color was applied in that section, becoming increasingly blurred as it went up.

That is to say, the Council judged that his minimum scale value was one hundred and seventy, but the upper limit was no higher than one hundred and ninety.

He flipped through it and found that according to the council's standards, the scale for Changsheng Temple fighters rarely exceeded one hundred and fifty.

Throne fighters usually start at two hundred.

Of course, the Council made its judgment based on the information he had disclosed in the past, which could not truly reflect his full combat effectiveness. The Council obviously took this into consideration, so it gave a floating value.

From this perspective, this evaluation is actually quite reasonable. After all, no one would dare to put him in the same position as the Dongxuanguan fighter before fighting with the full strength of the Dongxuanguan fighter.

This scale value plus the other evaluations is the complete influence value.

For the world's famous fighters, most countries and companies usually refer to this system for evaluation and judgment. Of course, there are also a few organizations that have some other judging criteria, but generally speaking, this system is the standard.

In some countries, influence values ​​are even deeply related to specific political activities, resource acquisition, and cutting-edge information sharing.

If there are some global events, governments and companies will tend to take the lead in looking for fighters with sufficient influence to consult or participate.

It should be noted that the influence scale is not fixed, but changes dynamically according to the specific environment and the fighter's personal behavior. If you are active in a certain field for a long time, then the influence in the related field will continue to grow. On the contrary, if activities in a certain field stagnate for a long time, the influence of this field will also weaken.

Chen Chuan keenly realized that this influence was not just a simple score, but also contained a deep mechanism that regulated and guided the behavior of fighters, and could even restrain their actions to a certain extent.

He can see it, and other fighters can see it too. All we can say is that influence may bring certain conveniences and benefits to many fighters, so they will spontaneously tend to recognize and maintain this set of standards.

Gao Ming then said, "Cousin, do we need to send a letter to the board of directors? The board of directors has stated that if you have different opinions, you can give them some information support and they will re-evaluate and adjust."

Chen Chuan shook his head and said, "No need."

He didn't dare to say that all fighters would not leak their real data. After all, no one could tell what the fighter's oath would be, but he himself would not do that.

Gao Ming smiled and said, "Okay, cousin."

He stood up and poured a cup of tea, and filled Chen Chuan's cup as well. He glanced at the scenery passing by the car window and said:
"Come to think of it, cousin, do you remember when we were little? One time, we were flying a kite, and then the kite string broke, and the kite flew far away. We couldn't find it later, and some people said that it might have drifted across the ocean and into the Federation."

Chen Chuan thought of this and laughed, saying, "How could you not remember? We made that kite together. We couldn't find any bamboo strips at first, so we cut down a piece of the fence in your garden. When the kite disappeared, you cried your eyes out, cousin.

I tried to comfort you, but you cried and said you were not sad because the kite was lost, but because the kite was gone and the fence was torn down, and you would definitely get a beating from your cousin’s husband when you go back, and it would be for nothing.”

Gao Ming also smiled. He looked outside again, the scenery reflected on the lenses of his glasses. He said, "I was wondering what kind of scenery a kite flying across the ocean would see. I didn't expect to see it here."

Chen Chuan also looked outside and said with a smile: "Maybe we can still see the kite from back then."

He picked up the cup at this time, and Gao Ming also picked it up, clinked it with his, and then they looked at the magnificent and vast land outside together.

Arantawa Central City, Clearwater Commission Company.

Supervisor Xu looked at the puppet standing in front of him with admiration and said, "Captain Bloodstick, you have completed this commissioned task very well. Your employer speaks highly of you."

The puppet still had an expressionless face, and he didn't say anything. Brother Xuan behind him spoke up instead: "Manager Xu, don't talk about these nonsense. When will we get our wages and extra rewards? Wasn't this agreed upon in the beginning?"

Manager Xu looked at him, then at the puppet, "Since it is in the agreement, even if the employer does not pay, we will make up for it. But before that, there are some circumstances that need to be explained first."

He looked at the puppet and said, "Mr. Blood Staff, based on your performance at this stage, the company feels that you are worth training, and the higher-ups intend to guide you to a higher position."

He took out a paper document and pushed it in front of the Blood Staff, "You can read this agreement carefully first."

He tapped it with his hand and said, "We know that you live a life like an ascetic monk. We believe that you work so hard to accumulate resources and wealth in order to break through.

But those resources are not something you can buy through daily commissions. You still need some special channels. As long as you sign this contract, the company can provide you with these things. "

The puppet had no interest in this. He felt that as long as he had enough high-energy nutrients, the alienated tissue would be able to grow upwards on its own, and he did not need any special training resources.

If he can't get it here in the company, he will leave without hesitation and look for it elsewhere.

Besides... he took a look at the agreement. The company required him to undergo a comprehensive physical examination and even required the regular extraction of certain alienated tissues and blood. He was very wary and rejected this.

The people in the hired team had followed him for a long time, and even though he didn't say anything, they could understand what he meant from his eyes.

One of them stood up and said, "Boss, you mean you are not interested in this, right, boss?"

The puppet didn't say anything, but its attitude spoke volumes.

Manager Xu was not angry when he saw that he refused. He smiled and said, "Mr. Blood Staff, you can think about it carefully. If you have any ideas, you are always welcome to talk to me.

So, back to the point, we have a commission here that will be completed by multiple teams. The action time is half a month later, so the time may be a bit tight. I wonder if you are willing to take it?"

The puppet still didn't speak. A bald woman wearing a high-necked protective suit beside him said, "Detailed information."

Manager Xu appreciated this attitude of not asking about the difficulty and directly caring about the task itself, so he immediately asked someone to pass some information to them.

The bald woman tapped her earlobe, and a light flashed in her eyes. She said, "Boss, I received the information."

The puppet stood up from his seat, turned around and walked out, and a large group of people followed him out.

Now the Blood Staff Mercenary Group has expanded again, mainly because the reputation of the mercenary group has grown. Their commission completion rate has reached over 90%. Many of the unfinished tasks are not due to the strength of their team, but to various unexpected circumstances, which is allowed.

Many people come for the doll because of his outstanding fighting ability and his unrivaled rival. Some people also say that he will become a fighter sooner or later, so of course they want to come and get a glimpse of his talent in advance.

After they left, the smile on Manager Xu's face slowly faded.

The higher-ups wanted him to recruit Blood Staff and train him to be a fighter for the company. He had to complete this task. If Blood Staff agreed to join them, then he would save a lot of effort. If he didn't agree, then he would have to adopt another plan...

After the puppet came out, it was separated from the team members.

After each mission is completed, the team leader will take some rest. He never asks team members what they are doing. In the eyes of the members, this is the most ideal boss who can fight, lead them to make money and does not care about them.

So even though he doesn't talk much, his team members all admire and trust him.

The puppet had no expression on his face as he drove back, but he was thinking about how to get more nutrients.

His alienated organization had grown quite a bit during this time, but it had now stagnated.

The reason is that in order to enter the next stage, more accumulation is needed, and to achieve this goal, the only way is to obtain higher quality nutrients. If the company cannot provide it here, then he will have to look elsewhere.

Half an hour later, he returned to his rented residence, a renovated single-family home.

But when he parked the car and pushed open the door, he saw a sturdy man wearing sunglasses sitting in the living room. The man was over two meters tall, with a high nose and deep eyes. He was wearing an armless vest, with his muscular arms exposed.

He was sitting there gnawing on a greasy roasted leg of lamb. When he saw him come in, he wiped his mouth and said, "You are Bloodstick. I am a member of the non-staff team of the Federal Secret Operations Agency. I have been ordered to recruit you this time. The Operations Agency hopes that you can join us."

He pointed at a document on the table and said, "This is an agreement. I hope you can sign it. I suggest you don't refuse. You should be well aware of the power of the Operations Agency in the Federation."

The puppet didn't react to his unauthorized entry into the room. Instead, it walked to the sofa opposite, took out the nutritional paste it had brought back, and ate it one packet at a time.

The sturdy man looked at him in surprise, then he chuckled and started gnawing on the leg of lamb in his hand. Finally, he chewed the bones into pieces and swallowed them. Then he took off his sunglasses, stared at the puppet, and slowly tapped the table with the frame of his glasses.

After a while, the puppet ate all the nutrient paste. The strong man was getting impatient, and he said, "Done? Then you should think it over, so come and sign as soon as possible."

The puppet sat still, with no expression on its face.

Seeing that he didn't move, the strong man became angry, "Boy, it seems that you don't know what's good for you. Why can't you just listen to me?"

His fingers began to move, making a crackling sound, and at the same time, long and sharp nails emerged from the front of his fingertips. "Looks like I have to do it myself! But I can't promise that I won't hold back!" As he spoke, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and the hand swung up!

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(End of this chapter)