I, Wanjie Intermediary, Am Making Tens of Billions, Is It Reasonable?

Xia You, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer, was suffering in the hospital, but her boyfriend scolded her for being too pretentious. Xia You directly blocked her and tied her back to the Wanjie temporary worker recruitment system. But what's the point of asking her to recruit workers for Po Meng at the beginning? What? The reward is a therapeutic potion that can cure her terminal illness? What else is there to say, move! We are hiring temporary workers! She only needs to recruit the souls of ordinary people to go to various planes to complete tasks, and she can get generous rewards. There are all kinds of Yin De Fu Lu in the underworld, elixirs and magic weapons in the world of cultivation, cutting-edge black technology in the interstellar world, and rare materials in the wasteland world. In short, there is nothing that Xia You can't go except what you can't think of. At first, the entire Internet regarded her recruitment as a scam and thought she was crazy for money. Until those who had signed up posted their physical examination reports, those who had been blind for many years regained their sight, those who were in wheelchairs stood up, and those who used crutches walked as fast as flying. The whole network exploded. Since then, even the officials have paid close attention to her every recruitment update. Financial giants, technology tycoons, and top celebrities have come to visit her in turn. Some people have offered eight figures, just to get priority registration qualifications. The man who told her not to be pretentious back then used 18 layers of connections to tell her that he wanted to meet her. Xia You glanced at it, crossed out the message, and then logged into the system backend: "Recruitment for a new position: Journey to the West, follow Tang Monk to learn Buddhist scriptures Vlog. There are ten places. Requirements: good physical strength, strict mouth, and no confusion. Please send a private message to register." Send. She picked up the teacup, and the row of intelligent butler robots behind her that had just been ordered from Interstellar bowed at the same time: "Okay, Mr. Xia."