As soon as Fang Qingzi got in the car, she was ordered by the stern-looking Qin Zhelang not to visit Yao Xiaojing in the hospital in the future.
She flat-mouthed and wanted to defend herself, but Qin Zhelang didn't give her the slightest chance: "You are 20 years old this year, Qingzi, you should understand that you have to go through the electricity here first before doing anything!" He nodded his temples.
Smooth hairline.
Fang Qingzi fell silent and huddled silently in the large Land Rover seat, her face turned towards the dark car window.
Qin Zhelang frowned, and it was difficult to say anything to her uncooperative attitude.
"Boom..." He quickly started the car and put Bluetooth into his ears.
"Hi... John, I'm Zhelang. Yes, it's night here in China... I'm fine, thank you! Well..." He glanced at the figure who was still staring at the black car window.
Said: "She's not bad...yes...there's something wrong. You should immediately notify the technical department to increase the difficulty of Century Fantasy...Yes, every level must be increased..."
Next, he calmly listened to the subordinates of the New York Company expressing surprise and dissatisfaction to him on the other end of the phone, because for an already-formed open game project, Qin Zhelang's decision was no less than overturning all the previous ones.
Work results.
"Why...why! Zhelang, you would make such a decision."
Qin Zhelang pursed his lips slightly, glanced at the hospital building hidden in the thick night in the rearview mirror, and said in a deep voice: "Because, someone has already passed five levels in less than three hours..."
"..." The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then asked in extreme surprise: "Except for you... Zhelang, I don't believe anyone else in the world can reach this level... Zhelang
,Are you kidding..." His subordinates found his words unbelievable.
Qin Zhelang's fingertips trembled slightly, and Yao Xiaojing's pale and haggard face appeared in front of his eyes, as well as the indifferent expression on her face when she gently pushed open the handbag that had successfully cleared the level.
She doesn't care about the difficulty of this game at all. To her, all the difficulties and obstacles become like powder under her jumping fingertips. With just a wave of her fingers, she can wipe away the three years of hard work they have worked on.
"No...John, I'm not kidding...she actually did it."
The other party is still silent...
But after a while, he put the most critical difficulty to the point: "But, Zhelang, you have to know that there will be a world premiere ceremony for "Century Fantasy" in New York next month."
Qin Zhelang subconsciously pressed the steering wheel with his fingers, and an elusive dark light appeared in his long and narrow eyes.
"Reschedule..."
This time, it was Fang Qingzi who suddenly turned around and exclaimed: "Qin Zhelang...No!"
Qin Zhelang smiled slightly and said to his subordinate John: "Let's do it... If there is no quick way to reach a higher difficulty, the world premiere ceremony... can only be postponed!"
Qin Zhelang took off the Bluetooth and threw it on the driver's dashboard.
The expression on his face was unpredictable. He turned sideways and said to Fang Qingzi, whose eyes were filled with tears: "Don't cry...and don't say you're sorry."
Fang Qingzi opened her lips and swallowed the three words he didn't want to hear.
Qin Zhelang used a free hand to touch the new student's stubbled chin, then put it on the steering wheel to turn. After a while, he said: "Qingzi, maybe I should thank you..."
"Huh?" Fang Qingzi straightened up from her seat in surprise and stared at him blankly, thinking that she was hallucinating or that he was confused.
Qin Zhelang's eyes reflected the neon light outside the car, and his tone sounded more like comforting her than comforting himself: "If the game is launched and Xiaojing completes it within a few hours, it will be Morningstar's biggest disaster and loss..."
All the games in the world cannot escape the urgent desire of the general public for various stimulations in real life, and the links set in various games are to lure specific consumers into a certain kind of you that they cannot get rid of once they enter.
Confusion. "Century Fantasy" is also in the endless task chain, attracting players from all over the world to pursue consumption.
This is also a key point for game operators to make profits.
If a smart game that claims to be played by the smartest people so far is instantly conquered by players as soon as it comes out. Just imagine, even for a network technology company like Morningstar, one of the largest and most powerful in the world, the loss will not be
What money can measure.
The consequences are serious.
But luckily...Fang Qingzi was a big help at the right time.
Yao Xiaojing's strength has caused the self-confidence that he has always been proud of to be reduced in time. The Chinese female student with pure black eyes has awakened his arrogance and self-righteousness in her unique way.
Perhaps, the bad luck that has happened, which others think is a disaster, can be successfully transformed into a kind of motivation and encouragement when placed on him or the morning star.
Fang Qingzi barely understood what he said, but she guessed from the sudden light in his eyes that things were not as bad as she imagined.
She licked her dry lips and sincerely wanted to help him: "Qin Zhelang, why not let Xiaojing join Morningstar's R&D team to help you improve the game... She is so awesome, she can definitely help you make "Century Fantasy"
More perfect!"
The speed of the car suddenly slowed down after hearing her suggestion.
Qin Zhelang suddenly turned to look at Fang Qingzi, his narrow eyes so bright that they were scary.
"Haruko...the second thing you did right today was to give me the most constructive suggestion in the history of Morning Star!"
Fang Qingzi opened her lips and smiled silently: "Me?"
"It's you...that's right!" A rare smile appeared on Qin Zhelang's face. He reached out to touch Fang Qingzi's heart, pressed it hard, and returned his attention to driving.
Fang Qingzi's eyes flashed.
She turned her head and glanced at the handsome man next to her, pretending not to care. She looked at the slight curve at the corner of his lips and silently turned her head to look out the car window at the bustling and noisy streets.