“Sss…” “Ahh…” “How bold!”

At once, the entire auction hall was filled with the sounds of gasps of shock. Even Qin Ye couldn’t help but look up abruptly at the Yin spirit making his presentation right now.

Jobs were a tricky situation. Truth be told, the 4,500 jobs that Qi Jun had envisioned could easily be considered the upper limits of such an industry. After all, they had considered the corresponding coffee chains back in the mortal realm, such as the Star Coffee chain, and yet they had no more than 150 stores in the largest cities. With 10 staff members helming each store, each city would probably only be able to account for at most 2,000 jobs, give and take. 

So the fact that Qi Jun was prepared to commit to a figure of 4,500 jobs naturally meant that he was prepared to open 150 stores in each of Hell’s cities right now! Admittedly, new drinks stores would naturally be a hot commodity, and he might be able to push the boundaries a little bit, and perhaps edge towards 200 or perhaps even 250 stores. But… what about afterwards?

This was coffee after all.

What would happen after Hell’s unification? What would happen after they discover good tea that could rival the attractiveness of such coffee specialty stores?

What were they going to do with that many coffee specialty stores?

Qi Jun was clearly looking at the long run, and it was his personal belief that nobody could possibly argue with the power of market forces, supply and demand. But what gives?! How can this man claim to be able to provide 50,000 jobs all at once?! And possibly even more?!

“50,000…” Qin Ye’s eyes gleamed...