Universe’s Ultimate BOSS

Tianbei University, Eleventh School.

A Light Dragon spaceship docked at the docking point, and Wang Hao and his group stepped out of the spaceship.

After the Light Dragon spaceship was modified, they bid farewell to Lingxiao and left Tianhuo Star, returning to the Eleventh Division.

"Bye-bye, we're going home now." Le Xuan waved to Wang Hao, then pulled Lingling and Xia Weiwei away without looking back. She clearly missed her mother, having been away from home for many days.

"Sigh, girls these days are so brainless!" Wang Hao sighed. She didn't even take him home with her; wasn't she afraid her mom would nag her about not having a boyfriend yet?!

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao rolled their eyes, realizing they were far from being able to match their boss's level of narcissism.

"By the way, boss, even though you have the title of marshal now, it's not a solution to have no soldiers and no funding!" Chen Yao changed the subject and asked.

Qian Wanyang said angrily, "This Guan Xinxiong is really hateful. He participated in the research and development of brain-sensing remote technology, but all he got was the title of marshal."

Wang Hao laughed confidently, "That old bastard Guan Xinxiong, does he really think it's so easy for him to take advantage of me?!"

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao's eyes lit up instantly. Whenever Wang Hao had this expression, it meant someone was about to be in trouble. It seemed that Guan Xinxiong was now on Wang Hao's blacklist.

As for whether he could outmaneuver this commander, the commotion Wang Hao caused in the Yaotian Federation already gave us a clue.

"Boss, what should we do next?!" Qian Wanyang asked curiously.

Wang Hao's lips curled slightly. "First, we need to spread the news of my becoming marshal throughout the entire interstellar federation, so that everyone knows that I am not only a marshal, but also have the power to recruit soldiers independently."

The two underlings looked somewhat embarrassed. They felt that even if they spread the word, not many capable people would come to join them.

After all, a seventeen-year-old marshal has neither money nor weapons. Even if he achieves great things in the future, it will still take at least more than ten years.

How many truly capable people would be willing to dedicate so much time to working alongside Wang Hao?

With that time,

They've probably already made a name for themselves, so why waste time?

"Do you think I'm doing this so that people will come to me willingly?!" Wang Hao scoffed.

"So, boss, what do you mean...?" Chen Yao asked curiously.

Wang Hao chuckled lightly, "I plan to sell military ranks!"

"Selling military ranks!!" the two henchmen exclaimed in shock. What the hell is this?! Buying and selling official positions—isn't this the work of a corrupt official who brings disaster to the country and its people?!

"I'm going to hold an auction. As long as you can afford it, you can buy the ranks of major general, lieutenant general, general... I don't believe those rich kids won't be tempted by these ranks," Wang Hao said smugly.

The two underlings were dumbfounded; they gave this move a perfect score.

It should be noted that although Wang Hao was a marshal without any troops, the position of marshal was given by order of the commander-in-chief. Therefore, the subordinates he recruited were definitely formally employed personnel. In other words, those military ranks were all genuine official positions.

In the Interstellar Federation, all military ranks above lieutenant general are controlled by nobles. Apart from Wang Tianyi, a commoner with incredible luck who became a marshal, no other commoner has been able to successfully break into the noble circle.

Even if someone is incredibly wealthy and exceptionally talented, they might not be destined to hold that official position.

But things are different now. As long as the money is right, anyone can become a general.

Given the iron discipline of the military, a lieutenant general must salute a general. How many rich kids could resist the temptation of a noble lieutenant general saluting a commoner general?

Moreover, this military rank has far more power than those of officials, and the benefits one can easily imagine are considerable.

In this way, the money problem will not be a concern, and those who bought their positions will certainly solve the personnel problem themselves.

Chen Yao thought for a moment and said, "Boss, your idea is very good, but Guan Xinxiong is the commander-in-chief after all, your superior. If he orders that this is not allowed, then you will lose face big time."

"Screw him!" Wang Hao curled his lip contemptuously. "I'm not only a marshal in the military, but also the second-in-command of Tianhuo Company and the vice president of the Pharmacy Guild. With these two powerful backers, how dare a mere commander like him cause trouble in front of me?"

The two underlings rolled their eyes. Did their boss even know how to use idioms?!

And they're stirring up trouble!

Doesn't he have any idea who's stirring up trouble?

"Ahem..." Qian Wanyang coughed and said, "Then why didn't you tell Grandpa Qiu and President Shuiyao when you were at Tianhuo Company, boss?!"

Wang Hao smiled slightly and said, "Because my eighteenth birthday is in another week, I don't want any unexpected troubles to affect my mood during this time."

"Ten, eighteenth birthday!!"

The two younger brothers were dumbfounded, genuinely doubting their ears. When did turning eighteen become a big birthday?!

"Boss... Boss, do you mean we're going to have two tables for your 18th birthday celebration?!" Chen Yao asked tentatively.

"Smack..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Hao slapped Chen Yao on the head and said angrily, "I'm the second-in-command of Tianhuo Company, and that old man Qiu Dong is my elder brother. Do I need to remind you how high my seniority is?!"

Chen Yao quickly shook his head, indicating that it was unnecessary, but he finally understood why Wang Hao had taken the initiative to call Qiu Dong "big brother" when they met. It turned out that it was all for the purpose of holding this eighteenth birthday celebration and then collecting gifts from various forces.

At this moment, Qian Wanyang bowed and scraped as he approached Wang Hao. “Boss, I’ll go print out an invitation for you in a bit. It will say that the second-in-command of Tianhuo Company, the second brother of Old Master Qiu Dong, will be celebrating his birthday in a week. We sincerely invite you to attend.”

Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Yao was dumbfounded. This is even possible?!

Not writing Wang Hao's name or age, only using the identity of Qiu Dong's second brother, isn't that deliberately trying to make people think the wrong thing?!

"You're a good kid, you've got the makings of something big." Wang Hao patted Qian Wanyang on the shoulder. "I hereby appoint you as the Fifth Marshal and your general!"

"general!!"

Qian Wanyang was so excited he almost fainted. He never thought happiness would come so suddenly. Even if this general had no soldiers under his command, he would still bring honor to his ancestors!

"Thank you for your guidance, boss!!" Qian Wanyang knelt down and hugged Wang Hao's leg.

Chen Yao was dumbfounded and extremely annoyed. He had actually missed such a chance to rise to the top and bring glory to his ancestors.

“Boss, I think we should acquire a media company. Not only can we publicize that you became a marshal at the age of eighteen, but we can also publicize how mysterious Old Master Qiu’s second brother is,” Chen Yao said seriously.

"Acquire a media company!?" Wang Hao scratched his chin, feeling that this was a pretty good idea.

If he had a media company, he could spread his bad deeds throughout the entire interstellar federation through his own company, so that the world would know what he had done and begin to despise him.

"Young man, you have a bright future ahead of you." Wang Hao patted Chen Yao on the shoulder. "I now appoint you as my fifth marshal and general."

"Thank you for your guidance, boss!!" Chen Yao knelt down with tears streaming down his face and hugged Wang Hao's leg. He realized that as long as he clung to this powerful figure, he was destined for greatness.

Wang Hao's lips curled slightly. A marshal could appoint two generals, his right and left arms. Why wouldn't he choose those rich second-generation spendthrifts instead of loyal underlings?!