I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"Good brother! I owe you a favor."

Another leader from a Great Clan respectfully asked, "Lord Ta Gang, when will the enrollment for the first batch of craftsmen for further training start, and what are the recruitment criteria? Regardless of the level, can all craftsmen cultivate here?"

Ta Gang's current status is indeed one of triumph.

Of course, as a leader over two hundred years old, Ta Gang has weathered many storms and deeply understands he must play his role well.

If he lets things go to his head because of this, he'll lose everything quickly.

In other words, he must know his place! Remember, Wulan City is replaceable; other human cities are eyeing the position, eager to take over!

They must handle their gray areas well—the unspeakable truths of Green Grass City, they can speak openly.

They can also engage in matters on the fringes of rules.

Everything must be perfect!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be patient. We'll relay the notifications from Green Grass City the moment they are available, so enjoy your stay here, and we'll maintain order!"

"Regarding the craftsmen's advanced training... our Wulan City craftsmen have already gone over to the Trading Market to evaluate their specific skills. Apparently, their foundation is too weak and needs to be relearned from scratch."

"Green Grass City has an internal grading system, like ABCD, that requires craftsmen to climb step by step. I have some materials here for you to look at."

These racial leaders took the materials and started reading seriously.

The document clearly states that not all craftsmen can learn 'Field Industrialization.'

The grading standards detailed inside range from engraving basics, understanding of extraordinary veins, identification of extraordinary elements, to basic skill assessments of craftsmen—at least a Level B is required to qualify for advanced learning.

The amount of foundational work is an eye-opener for them. In the past, craftsman training relied entirely on one's own abilities.

"Those craftsmen who are too inexperienced need to start from the basics, with each civilization bearing the cost of training. The tuition can be reduced, but they must purchase extraordinary materials themselves."

"Unless... it's a scholarship!"

"Oh?" Everyone's eyes gleamed.

Yes, the top students can receive scholarships from Green Grass City, such as the rights to use certain extraordinary materials, opportunities for mentorship with renowned teachers, and so forth.

Currently, there are eight craftsman masters in Green Grass City, quite a number!

Moreover, humans need to evaluate the moral qualities of students. If a craftsman indulges in vices, indulging in all five poisons, they should be kicked out sooner rather than later.

"This needs careful consideration."

"By the way, can Master Lu deliver a promising gambling result?" a lizard-like creature asked while holding the materials, "Just curious, as he hasn't shown up for a while."

"Oh, no need to worry about that," Ta Gang thought back to the 'Greedy Demon God.'

Back then, when they were on the brink of freezing to death, they met a stone lump, perhaps the legendary 'Myth'!

'Myth' turned out to be a creature, truly unimaginable.

However, he kept this secret deep in his heart, and would never speak of it.

...

For other civilizations, the final gambit hasn't started yet, making the outcome highly anticipated.

But for a civilization to develop, it must have foresight; if a leader waits for the results to hug the thigh, then it's too late—the thigh is already crowded, how will you fit!

"Then we'll register here. The first batch of craftsmen totals 68; we'll see if there's progress after a few years of training..."

"No problem, fill out the forms and I'll send them to Green Grass City for you."

"We'll purchase the materials ourselves, but are the forged items ours?" an elder from the Hongxiang Clan inquired.

"Of course the finished products belong to you; do you think Green Grass City would covet your scraps?" Ta Gang squinted his eyes and added, "However, if Green Grass City provides the materials, then naturally the items belong to them. You can't just engrave a rune on a wall and claim the wall is yours."

"Naturally."

This condition is quite favorable, and many alien races took the documents and bid farewell.

The first step, they've finally stepped out.

What does the future hold? No one knows.

Ta Gang stretched lazily, reflecting on how the Trading Market quietly acquired 68 people's labor for free.

Craftsmen's foundation? Ahem, first engrave a few years of solid runes on the walls.

He left the office with ambition, seeing other nobles in the city, all with faces full of joy.

"Hey, Constantine, what makes you so happy?"

The Great Scholar nodded slightly, "Just back from the Trading Market, heard some interesting things."

"What matters?"

"Green Grass City plans to invest in more modern equipment through equity injection... After all, we're here to accommodate the lower-end population, we can't afford chaos."

"How much are they investing?"

"This is still under discussion... We need to submit feasibility plans, complete equity reform, and achieve a fully modern financial infrastructure."

"If these are done well, I estimate that within ten years, a ten billion investment won't be a problem."

Ta Gang's face flushed, unable to suppress his smile.

These terms are so complex; there's a shortage of financial talent!

But a ten billion investment, how much is that?

Shortly thereafter, they were visited by the city lords of three other human cities, who quickly gathered around.

These fellows are genuinely envious, comparing Green Grass Trading Market to their low-tier civilization ruins and mines, those are mere trifles!

If a brother is well-off, he might be envied, but if he's extraordinarily successful, there's no need for jealousy—one must quickly align with him!

"Brother Ta Gang, you're truly flying high; give us a lift. We, as fellow descendants from Snow Continent, aren't living well in our cities."

The leading old man was dressed in silver-white armor, with a noble dagger on his waist.

He might be around three hundred years old, immediately playing the sympathy card.

Ta Gang snorted, this situation was gambled out with our wisdom and courage, now you want to reap the benefits? Keep dreaming!

Get lost!

"I'm the son of your second uncle's uncle's classmate. I've watched you grow up!" Another old man spewed a series of baffling words, continuing the sympathy play.

Ta Gang's face twisted.

Second uncle... even if you're my ancestor, it's not enough!

Just then, the Great Scholar whispered some words into his ear, making Ta Gang hesitate for a bit and nod.

The Great Scholar said, "It's not impossible to help you, but there are conditions."

These human leaders' eyes lit up, "Your Lordship is magnanimous; past disputes were entirely our fault!"

"Please speak kindly to Green Grass City so we too may have such development opportunities."

The Great Scholar snorted, "You, go home and farm diligently."

"Huh? What? "

"The population of the Trading Market is increasing rapidly, and so is the demand for food. You should strive to farm, provide output; Green Grass City scoffs at making petty profits, but we don't mind. Oh, buy a few Spirit Plant Fields, don't be stingy."

"Additionally, we'll hire many of your experts and construction teams. Residential areas need expansion and patrol teams must be increased."

"Oh, by the way, we're recruiting lots of accounting talent, paying in Green Grass Coins."

"This is the path I'm offering you! Think it over before you come to discuss cooperation again."

Ta Gang's eyes brightened, that's truly the rightful way to absorb quality people!

Once human experts from other cities get used to living here and enjoy the high lifestyle, will they return to their hometowns?

Impossible!

Moreover, should they marry and start families in Wulan City—since it's the same race with no language or cultural barriers.

Wulan City will continue to prosper!

"This method..."

And the other city lords also understood clearly; there's a risk of losing high-end populations.

But as long as they can earn foreign currency, losing some population can be tolerated… Even more, if their side develops well, those people might return.

"Money isn't everything, but without it, one can't do anything. Only by earning foreign currency can one embrace the future."

They gritted their teeth, "We... accept!"

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