I started with a seed, luckily I have probability glasses

"Have you been to the third floor of the Giant's Palace? Can you tell us what it's like there?"

Ohm Messiah, sitting in a wheelchair, spoke softly with a calm expression.

Li Chuan looked at Lin Yi in the wheelchair.

"The third floor is a space covered in blood-red spider webs."

Om Messiah then sat up straight, his eyes shining.

"He's right. I've seen the third floor, and it's exactly as he described."

Tao Baibai put down his hands.

"So, you really have a way to kill a thousand King-level Titans?"

Li Chuan nodded calmly.

"Of course, but I can't execute this opportunity by myself. It requires the cooperation of many players. That's why I called you here."

The fat little eyes of Bafang Laicai rolled around.

"So what is President Li's plan? Tell everyone about it."

Li Chuan smiled slightly.

"Isn't that what I'm talking about? The first step of the plan is to create the props. I need alchemists from the Duobao Guild and Mechanical Heaven. The rest of you just need to collect the source of purification."

Mechanical Heaven is the organization of Ohm Messiah in a wheelchair. His subordinates are all powerful players whose bodies are partially mechanized.

Ohm Messiah nodded slightly.

He has made so many purification potions that they are now put up for sale at the auction house. They are no longer in short supply. Instead, the scarce materials are the giants on the second floor.

"I have no objection. I can lend it to you."

But Bafang Laicai was a little hesitant.

"What about steps two and three of the plan?"

Li Chuan refused to tell the whole story.

"That's mine, I have nothing to say about it for now!"

The short and fat man was a little unwilling to not get the answer he wanted, so he continued.

"Then there should be some plan for the distribution after the plan succeeds, right? Our Duobao Chamber of Commerce has two alchemists. If they put in a lot, the rewards should naturally increase, right?"

All black-hearted businessmen see is profit.

Li Chuan naturally would not let him get his wish.

"The five guilds will be divided into five equal areas. Each guild will collect the spoils within its own area. I will not accept any other distribution plan."

Seeing that the short and fat man wanted to say something, Li Chuan continued.

"President Qian, do you think you can use your two alchemists to influence my plan?"

"Honestly, my original plan only required three alchemists. If we delay the start time a bit, two alchemists will also be enough! If you're thinking that if you can't gain an advantage, then you'll suffer a loss, then I don't think there's any need for you to participate in this plan."

"But you have to think carefully. You can't participate and you can't leak this plan. Otherwise, if anything unexpected happens, the four of us will come after you!"

Li Chuan's voice was full of threats.

The wealth coming from all directions made him both surprised and angry.

He was shocked because Li Chuan called out his real surname, and he was angry because Li Chuan did not give him any face in front of so many people.

But in just a few seconds, the little fat boy's face was filled with smiles again.

"Look at what President Li said. He's always greedy and wants to give everyone more food. So, let's do as President Li said and split the harvest 50-50. I agree."

"But this is our first time working together, so there's definitely a lack of trust between us. My secondary job is 'Contractor', so how about the five of us sign a cooperation agreement?"

The short and fat man took out a piece of parchment that exuded a special smell.

Contractor? This game really has all sorts of new and interesting professions.

The four of them walked up to Bafang Laicai and looked at the parchment in his hand.

Written on the parchment were words such as the five parties must cooperate, not attack each other, and not rob each other's spoils.

Tao Baibai finished reading the contents of the parchment and nodded.

"Hmm...it looks like there should be no problem. Sign it."

Li Chuan suddenly pressed down Tao Baibai's hand holding the feather pen.

"Wait a minute, President Qian, it seems that your contract only binds the four of us, not yourself."

[Book of Contract: Purple]

[Any rules signed in this book are recognized by the rules and are all effective. (Note: The owner of the contract book has the final right of interpretation)]

[Comment: What kind of idiot would sign their name on this piece of paper?]

Bafang Laicai shook his head vigorously.

"Why not? Look, doesn't it say the Five Forces?"

Li Chuan looked down into the little fat boy's eyes.

"But you have the final say, why don't you say it?"

quack!

The feather pen in Tao Baibai's hand was suddenly broken into several pieces.

"How dare you, you fat bastard, plot against me?"

Seeing that the truth was revealed, the short and fat man quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, this prop of mine already has this function. I didn't add it on purpose. So I won't sign it. Is that okay?"

Li Chuan sneered.

It was not added intentionally, but it was definitely concealed intentionally. This black-hearted businessman is very insidious and treacherous.

Ohm Messiah looked at Bafang Laicai meaningfully, then looked at Li Chuan and said lightly.

"No contract is needed. I trust President Li and I agree to participate in this plan."

Gao Han frowned.

According to last night's plan, I should be the first one to stand up and agree.

Forget it, it has come to this, he can’t possibly kick me out again.

After taking a look at Li Chuan, Gao Han stood up.

"I agree too."

Tao Baibai pondered for a moment.

At the moment, she doesn't have to take any risks, so there is no reason not to participate in such a good thing.

"I agree too."

Li Chuan nodded secretly. It went smoother than he had imagined. The four of them happily chose to participate in the plan.

"Those two alchemists under your command."

Ohm Messiah in the wheelchair looked at Li Chuan.

"President Li, if you need me, please feel free to ask."

Li Chuan frowned.

"Are you the alchemist?"

Lin Yi glanced at his legs.

"What? Not like?"

Li Chuan was a little confused. His profession clearly showed that he was a telekinesis controller. Could it be that he had two main professions?

"No, I just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

The five presidents briefly confirmed the start time of the plan, held a group chat with five people, and then left the Giant Palace.

Lin Yi did not return to his own base, but followed Li Chuan to the survivors' base as promised.

Not long after, the fat boy sent two alchemists from his guild over as promised.

Li Chuan identified the attribute panels of the two alchemists one by one.

Then his doubts deepened.

The main profession of these two alchemists is not alchemist!

The problem isn't Ohm Messiah, but the neurotic Zhang Heng?

Forget it, let’s talk about this issue later.

The thin young man in the wheelchair looked up at the huge canopy of Xiaolu and said softly.

"Chairman Li's plant spirit is truly breathtaking."

Li Chuan waved his hand.

"Just lucky! Zhang Heng, come out! Get to work!"

This idiot is so lazy. When other people have free time, they are improving their skills or looking for ways to improve their strength, but he just sleeps.

Zhang Heng slowly emerged from a blue tent.

"Have you had lunch? I've become a little obsessed with the wonderful feeling of having my glossopharyngeal nerve stimulated."

Li Chuan: "No lunch! Work!"

"I've brought three colleagues with you. Before tomorrow morning, you need them to make the thing you mentioned last night for me."

"Oh? So fast?"

"Hello, the other three brains..."