"You know, more than ten years ago, those people... were all called gods." The employee who was older and had worked longer hours sat there, staring blankly at the glow in front of him.
The data on the screen murmured.
Even the old employee himself did not expect that after he was shocked by the data, what he blurted out would be heard by the supervisor next to him.
After hearing what the old employee said, the supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses became even more ugly.
He grabbed the old employee by the collar and lifted him up from his seat, "Why don't you do some research and investigate, and why are you still here talking nonsense and demagogueing people?"
"Even if those people were once called gods, so what? In front of the Survival Game Management Committee, they are nothing! Those people, even if they were lucky enough not to die, are now huddled in the dark corners of the low-dimensional world.
, just like the rats in the sewer, they will never see the light of day!"
The supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses said angrily, sprayed the spit on the poor old employee's face, glared at him fiercely, and said through gritted teeth:
"Listen to me! If you don't want to resign from the Survival Game Management Committee, let alone take your family to die with you, you should find out this matter for me!"
The supervisor was talking angrily when he saw the newcomer who had just started working, as if answering a question in class, raised one hand to indicate that he had something to say.
"If you have anything to say, just say it quickly, don't be nagging!" the supervisor frowned and scolded angrily.
If he heard that young man say anything about those people who admired those people back then, he would really not be able to help but fire him directly.
"Well..." The young new employee carefully glanced at the angry supervisor and said weakly: "Director, should we first... temporarily close the system mall to avoid causing greater losses...
"
After hearing what the new employee said, everyone, including the supervisor, couldn't help but hold their breath.
The supervisor even twitched his lips, loosened the old employee's collar, walked towards the young new employee, raised his hand, and slapped the young man unceremoniously.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
The new employee covered his face, suppressing the anger and grievance in his heart.
You are the supervisor, you didn’t even think of it yourself, why are you blaming me?!
As a result, people in various offices began to adjust the direction of their work, from actively searching for clues to consumption to preparing to temporarily close the system mall.
The supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses began to report the situation to his superiors. On the one hand, he wanted to obtain the authority to close the system mall. The most important aspect was to distance himself from this matter and remove himself from this matter.
Take it out of things.
I didn't expect that something like this would happen. After listening to the supervisor's report, the superiors were shocked and angry.
The people on the Survival Game Management Committee are profit-seeking guys.
They never care about how many people die in the game, or what the low-dimensional world will look like when reduced to the game world. They only care about how many things they can deprive from the low-dimensional world, as well as the resources and money in their hands.