Zhang Ye knocked on the door and entered the room under the guidance of the nanny. The old man in front of him was engrossed in writing something on his desk. Zhang Ye did not dare to express his anger, so he just sat down and looked at the office.
There are many books lined up in the bookcases. Zhang Ye's eyesight is not very good, so he can only see that these books are well preserved, and the old man in front of him has an awe-inspiring aura, as if he is different from Lin Youxuan, Tao An and others.
different.
"Drink tea!"
The old man suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zhang Ye. There was no smile on his face. However, Zhang Ye was almost startled. He stretched out his hands convulsively and almost didn't touch the cup. The atmosphere was really too overwhelming.
Too nervous.
The old man raised his glasses frame. When he saw Zhang Ye's funny expression, he seemed to have triggered his laughter nerve. He laughed. He put down his pen and looked at Zhang Ye in front of him seriously.
"Are you Zhang Ye?"
The old man's accent was not from Chengdu, so Zhang Ye couldn't guess which city he was from. He didn't know how to answer, so he just nodded, as if he was not used to dealing with such a scene.
"Two hands, two feet, and one head, you are also an ordinary person."
The old man's words startled Zhang Ye again. He opened his mouth slightly and showed a puzzled look. At this time, the old man leaned on the soft chair, as if a breath of air was pressing towards Zhang Ye instantly. Zhang Ye felt that he was in a
The old man's "Qigong" center put his whole person under tremendous pressure.
He didn't know whether the old man was deliberately testing him, or whether he was teasing him. Out of self-protection, Zhang Ye flattened his body, and then showed a vigilant look, as if he had met an opponent.
The old man's momentum became tit for tat.
Sensing Zhang Ye's instinctive resistance, the old man finally smiled. He regained his aura, and the scene suddenly became much more relaxed. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He didn't seem to be as good a tea ceremony master as Feng Zhi.
Savor the appearance carefully.
"I heard that you are very good at playing an online game. Can you describe this game to me?"
The old man's question once again made Zhang Ye show a different look, because he felt that this old man should know him thoroughly, or at least have a very clear understanding, as if he was a job seeker who was selected by the company and accepted for an interview.
Same.
Zhang Ye has never thought about what flashy looks like in his heart, or in other words, he has never truly understood the meaning of the word flashy. He is just a player who enters flashy to play games and encounters a series of bizarre things.
experience.
For Zhang Ye, the old man's question was just like why water is water and why flowers are flowers. It seemed like a name given to this object in the world and did not exist in any place that needed explanation.
But since it's an interview, you have to say something.
"This is a pale and real world. I have learned things in one year that I have not felt in 20 years. I have gained a lot and lost a lot, but I have no regrets."
Zhang Ye's words seemed to arouse some interest in the old man. He sat up straight and then spoke with interest.
"Tell me more about it."
Zhang Ye fell into memories, starting from when he entered the flashy world, the first time he killed monsters, the first time he touched a corpse, the first time he turned against Caesar, the first time he established a guild, the first time he was supported by players, and the first time he was hunted down.
, the first death, countless firsts, every story, Zhang Ye told it with interest, and the old man heard the same.
Zhang Ye's ability to express himself was not very good, but it made the old man feel like he was actually there.
"So do you think that, fighting against so many players on your own, have you ever thought about giving up?"
The old man's question made Zhang Ye smile bitterly.
"I think about it all the time, but I am not alone. If even I give up, what will the people around me do?"
The old man seemed not satisfied and continued to ask questions.
"Then how do you know that the people around you are not like you and want to wait for you to give up so that they can give up everything and rest?"
Zhang Ye frowned slightly. He thought of the old soldier and Tang Yidao, of the many faces in Somalia night, and of Wrath who died in front of him countless times.
He suddenly felt funny. Why did he tell him this? How had he ever experienced this personally? As an old man who was at least 50 years old, how could he understand what online games were?
"You don't understand anything."
Zhang Ye said these words lightly, with a hint of disdain, and as if he was protecting the old man's innermost feelings because of his previous question. He smiled faintly and did not explain any more.
Faced with Zhang Ye's sudden change of attitude, the old man suddenly laughed again, and laughed out loud. This kind of laughter was not that he was angry, nor did he hear the childish words of a weak-headed boy. Instead, he felt a little happy, as if hearing
The answer he really wanted to hear came.
"What about Lin Youxuan?"
This sudden question suddenly hit Zhang Ye's brain hard, making him freeze up. He looked at the old man in front of him with some uncertainty, and suddenly felt that his thinking could not keep up with the rhythm.
.
"Your opponents don't know the truth of the matter, so they will regard you as their first target. If they know what Lin Youxuan has done, wouldn't everything be solved?"
The old man's words suddenly made Zhang Ye have a ridiculous concept. Tell the players about Lin Youxuan, tell them that the power of darkness has controlled their brains, causing them to make killings that are different from ordinary people?
In the end, it was either himself or the whole glitz that was ruined. He felt that the old man was a little fanciful. Even if he knew the truth of the matter, he was not a person who had experienced it personally. He didn't understand anything.
"Would anyone believe it?"
Zhang Ye asked back. This was the limit of his polite attitude. He even had some plans as to why Feng Zhi wanted him to meet this person.
"Have you tried it?"
Zhang Ye was stunned by the old man's rhetorical question. He looked at the old man with some confusion, feeling that he couldn't figure out what the other person was thinking. Do you need to try? This is completely what is right in front of you. Just think about it casually.
Things to know.
"You are unwilling to tell the players the truth, and you are unwilling to try. In the end, the status quo remains unchanged."
After the old man finished speaking, seeing that Zhang Ye was silent, he continued to speak.
"You have never thought about how to end this war. With your strength, you defeated Lin Youxuan in glory, but what can this change?"
The old man's words once again hammered Zhang Ye's heart. Yes, even if he finally succeeded in crushing Lin Youxuan's conspiracy in the game, but what can it do? Apart from the fact that Lin Youxuan's money invested in flashy things was in vain, he
What was lost?
Nothing will change, he is still at large, he can still continue his war, and he can use the huge wealth brought by the war to create one glitz after another, continuing this crazy war path.
When Lin Youxuan invested his money in glitz, he was destined to never get the money back. He still had a trump card, but Zhang Ye himself had no way out.
He suddenly understood something. When he raised his head and looked into the old man's wise eyes, a bright light suddenly appeared in his mind, instantly igniting his entire thinking.
