Congratulations my ass! None of you understand my sorrow!

　　Chicken Bro was feeling down: “How did things go today?”

　　A senior gang member reported, “Reporting to Chicken Bro, almost all of those convoy players have joined the gang. There was a bumper harvest of medicinal herbs in the Beast Zone today. We’ve arranged for the convoy representative, Leo Price, to wait for your guidance in Private Room No.1 at the teahouse.”

　　Chicken Bro smiled knowingly, finally finding a bit of comfort in his gloomy mood.

　　This Luke Price was arranged by Chicken Bro. Chicken Bro was well aware that the endless borrowing and fundraising model was unsustainable. In the end, he would have to build a few quality enterprises to “convert debt to equity,” make all the creditors shareholders who receive company dividends, and then gradually buy out their shares to squeeze them out...

　　That meant he needed people who were truly reliable and willing to get things done. Those unwilling to join the gang were actually the ones he really wanted. But transmigrators either preferred to be a big fish in a small pond or just drifted around aimlessly—how could they possibly join so easily?

　　Luke Price’s job was to be a troublemaker, constantly challenging him while motivating the others. By having someone challenge him, he’d appear magnanimous, not just a simple, violent loan shark. At the same time, it would establish Luke Price’s leadership and unite the team. Motivating them meant not letting them fall into despair, but keeping them living each day with hope for a comeback.

　　As long as everything was arranged properly, they were no different from chickens in a poultry farm.

　　Things were going well now—he could finally form his own logistics company team. Once the convoy switched to four-wheeled vehicles, he could even try the “Wu Gang Vehicle” tactic. The so-called “one vehicle equals eight riders”—whether it was Li Mu of the Warring States, Wei Qing of the Han, or Zhu Yuanzhang, the most powerful weapon against nomadic cavalry was the chariot formation, a moving Great Wall. If he could develop it into Zhuge Liang’s fire-breathing chariots from the legends, then he could go toe-to-toe with Yongchang’s elephant troops. If that day ever came...

　　Chicken Bro suddenly remembered something: “Almost all joined? Who’s still holding out?”

　　The gang members burst out laughing: “Just one idiot left. He gave all his belongings, including his newly bought vehicle, to the gatekeeper Lame Old Man, thinking he could trigger a hidden quest. Then Lame Old Man told him to die wherever, so he ran into the mountains. We searched, but he’s not in Chai Mountain.”

　　Chicken Bro’s eyebrow twitched: “Did he get so upset he went to kill himself? Go check if his ranking has reset to zero!”

　　“Yes, Chicken Bro.”

　　This so-called hidden quest from Lame Old Man was actually a setup by Chicken Bro.

　　At first, Chicken Bro learned from Mark Ford that this old soldier was unusual—he’d seen the world in the Central Plains and joined some “Swift Blade Society” after returning home. There were too many such underground organizations, and Chicken Bro didn’t think much of them. No matter how special, he was just a cripple without the aura of a general—how could he be more valuable than a real military officer? Unless he had some powerful backer?

　　But Chicken Bro was busy with bigger goals and couldn’t stick to him all the time, so he promised, “I can make all the players in the city pay their respects to him!”

　　Chicken Bro delivered. After the word got out, all the players in the city really did go to pay their respects, but it didn’t seem to break through...

　　Then another gang member reported, “Chicken Bro, today Gavin Clark posted a nationwide announcement, declaring the establishment of Luoyang Paper Expensive Joint-Stock Workshop, inviting all the big shots to invest.”

　　The debt-to-equity enterprise of the number one fundraiser was the first to be implemented!

　　Chicken Bro felt a bit jealous and annoyed: “A calligrapher who married into the family, showing off for nothing!”

　　The gang members immediately started roasting: “Exactly, the Three Kingdoms is an era of chaos—what use is calligraphy! The day our elephant troops break through Luoyang, we’ll wipe out that idiot in one go!”

　　Chicken Bro snorted coldly: “Let’s work hard, everyone. Let’s get the Divine Pheasant Breeding Farm up and running! Southern Zhong was already short on grain, and now Yongchang has a drought, which has driven up feed costs! But there are lots of bugs, so we’ll feed the chickens bugs, pick out the best ones for cockfighting, and have them battle the plain-fighting chickens of Luoyang’s aristocrats. The money will come in just as fast as selling paper!”

　　“Yes, Chicken Bro!”

　　Chicken Bro remembered something else: “Any news from Ethan Frost in Chengdu?”

　　A gang member immediately reported: “She hasn’t posted any announcements at this time, so she probably failed to catch a panda pet.”

　　“She still hasn’t gotten Richard Bolton’s general token. With just the other three—Louis Lee, Colin Bell, Dennis Dean—she’s really not reliable!”

　　“The Four Generals of Western Sichuan only have a good reputation for dying in battle, but their abilities aren’t that great. Even if Richard Bolton is called the Spear King of Western Sichuan by the people, he’s still a tier below the Twenty-Four Generals, and can’t compare to Chicken Bro’s enhanced Barbarian King at all.”

　　Chicken Bro was quite pleased: “Gungun is a national treasure, Chiyou’s mount! This woman’s getting cocky!”

　　The gang members burst out laughing: “If Chiyou hadn’t ridden Gungun, maybe he wouldn’t have lost...”

　　Yongchang’s strategic position meant it would always be guarded against by Chengdu, so the top dog in Yongchang and the top lady in Chengdu were bound to compete openly and secretly. Ethan Frost’s third-place ranking mainly relied on Chengdu’s big city prosperity, but she lacked a lot in “martial virtue.” Ranked 43rd, Chicken Bro was a bit unconvinced.

　　Just then, the gang member who checked the rankings came back with a shocked report: “Chicken Bro, we found him—he’s not dead. His ranking jumped from over 500,000 to 13,000!”

　　Everyone was in an uproar!

　　Chicken Bro’s expression changed—this kind of ranking almost certainly meant he’d obtained a general token! Out of hundreds of thousands of players nationwide, only 13,000 had gotten a general token. But looking at Yongchang, could there really be a general he’d missed?