In any industry, there are always some people who are not the top figures, do not have the most dazzling light, and do not have a resounding name. Their income is a secret, but they are definitely not many.
In the circle of gamers, of course there are people like this. If these people stand up and reveal their names at random, they will attract the attention of others. Maybe they are masters who struggled with the god-level union in a certain game until the end, but still failed.
It was also in a certain game, when the world was unified, the last contender, maybe in a certain classic game, in the final battle, the most glorious player ended up becoming someone else's wedding dress.
Yes, this group of people are the bones at the feet of the king, and the shadows behind the successful ones. They do not lack wisdom, they have perseverance, and they know all the experience and knowledge of online games.
A group of failed top experts, a group of people who are only one or two steps away from success, this is a group of people, some of whom work together as a team to work for various companies.
They are all experienced people, and they are all old people. They are not as motivated as newcomers, but they have fighting power that newcomers do not have. They do not have the arrogant temper and treatment of gold medal players, but they cannot be underestimated.
This group of people don't want to fight for anything. They have strength and tacit understanding, and they can see everything. In addition, it is impossible for a game company to rely on newcomers for everything.
For example, after entering the game, they cooperated for a common mission, but due to lack of tacit understanding and trust, the mission ultimately failed, causing damage to the company and losing credibility in front of the employer.
Of course, it takes time to cultivate several employees with tacit understanding and mutual trust, but that task may only take one day, and those so-called golden gamers.
Either it's the company's signature and doesn't enter the game at all, or once you enter the game, the price is high, and completing tasks is simply giving away money, so this group of losers after the masters is the most suitable.
They don't need a name, they just need the right price, the ability to complete tasks in a designated game, within the time, and the combat effectiveness of a top expert, while being only a little more expensive than a novice.
As Zhou Long said this, he saw the wall, which was Xia Die's room, and saw a few pieces of paper hanging on the wall. Zhou Long walked over curiously, and everyone around him was digesting what Zhou Long said.
"Mouse, how much do you want to pay?" Zhou Long was watching, but Fatty Huang's voice came from behind him, "Don't you believe me yet," Zhou Long said, turning his head sharply.
But he found that Fatty Huang, Wanru, Xia Die, and Jian Ling were all looking at him, with that look, as if to say: "You know," "I really didn't say that much," Zhou Long said, "What Yinjian said You also heard it,".
"Deaf man, how many years do you plan to work for?" Fatty Huang suddenly asked formally. This is a sensitive question, and it is also related to the future of the two of them.
They are both people who are rushing to reach 30 years old, and neither of them feels low in their hearts. They can still work in the gaming industry for a few more years. In a few years, there will be an influx of new people.
Whether he will continue to be an ordinary employee or continue to climb up the ranks shamelessly, "I don't know, it depends on the situation," Zhou Long said to Fatty Huang, and after speaking, he looked at the wall again.
There was some paper stuck on it, which seemed to have something like resources written on it, "Don't look at it," as if he was holding it in his mouth and suddenly ran over and blocked it in front of Zhou Long.
That expression seemed to be hiding some great secret. "I don't want to see it either," Zhou Long turned around and said, "How many years have you been working?" This was a question for Fatty Huang.
"Three years, if I don't succeed in three years, I will change the industry. You know in the game, three years is a long time, enough to replace a lot of people. We can't compete with the newcomers if we fight for our health," Huang Fatty said matter-of-factly .
"Three years..." Zhou Long said, seeming to be measuring the length of time.
"We're going to play games," Lu Ziqiao said, pulling Jian Ling out and Xiao Huang followed suit. Wang Gai didn't leave, and usually he wouldn't leave until Wan Qing left.
This often made people think that the two of them had ulterior secrets. At first Wang Gai kept denying it, "Will these people join a trade union, such as the Wild Wolf Union?" Wan Qing asked standing aside.
The gentle voice made it impossible for anyone to think that this was a cross-examination. Of course, Zhou Long only attributed this to the woman's curiosity, "Their composition is very complicated. He didn't say that they would join any union, he should say that they all What kind of union did he come from, whether it was the Wild Wolf Union or something like that, it’s all just in the past,” Zhou Long said.
"Well, then these people should know a lot," Wan Qing asked immediately.
"There are a lot of gossips, conspiracies, and inside stories in each game," Zhou Long said in detail. People like them usually have many stories.
"Including the Wild Wolf Guild," Wang Gai on the side suddenly interjected, with a look of excitement or concern on his face, as if he was very concerned about this matter.
"You..." Wan Qing seemed to be looking at Wang Gai very angry. The angry look on his face was definitely flirting in the eyes of the people around him, and of course there was a hint of reproach in his eyes.
Perhaps because she was afraid that excessive attention would arouse others' suspicion, Wan Qing looked dissatisfied with Wang Gai's expression, as if he shouldn't interrupt when she was talking, as if this was just a matter between lovers.
"It should be included," Zhou Long said, and Wan Qing took Wang Gai's arm in an exaggerated manner and took him out. "Okay, it's time for me to leave," Zhou Long said and was about to go out.
"Wait a minute," Wan Ru said as he walked over, stretching his arms in front of him. The little white rabbit on his chest swelled up and down. Zhou Long was stunned for a moment.
"Is it E or F?" Zhou Long murmured in his heart: "Why don't you let me go? You like me." It was just a joke, but Zhou Long saw Wan Ru's face blushing.
"No way," Wan Ru said, "You are saying that you are not in my eyes, and I still look down on you," he said in a high-pitched voice, but his little face turned even redder.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Long couldn't continue talking. The sudden burst of chill behind him had enveloped Zhou Long's whole body. It seemed that as long as Zhou Zhe said a word, or Wan Ru's face turned red, Then disaster struck immediately.
"Why do you want me to stay?" Zhou Long turned around and sat on a chair nearby. The chill was much smaller for a while, but it was still there. Of course, the chill was in Fatty Huang's eyes.
In other words, it is an aura that erupts invisibly in the body. This is an indescribable aura.
This is the kind of momentum a man has when he likes a girl. A man with this kind of momentum can destroy anything in the world, including Zhou Long's body.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Long couldn't bear it anymore and said to Fatty Huang. "You can't really be so loyal to the company," said Fatty Huang with a suspicious look on his face.
"Loyalty can't be said, but you have to complete the time in the contract," Zhou Long said.
"Hey brother, if there's any good treatment over there, tell me and I'll go too," Fatty Huang said and rushed over, with a flattering look on his face, as if he liked what Zhou Long had to say.
"Then there's no good treatment," Zhou Long said lazily.
"Don't mention it," Fatty Huang said and sat down in his original position, but his glasses were still staring at Zhou Long, for fear that Zhou Long would do something, of course it was related to Wanru.
"Say," Wan Ru said.
"What are you talking about? You two have agreed upon it, right? When you come up, you ask me to tell you what to say," Zhou Long said as if he was a little angry.
"Tell me what rewards you got in the game," Wanru said.
"There are a lot of them. The first one I got was a souvenir from a certain shooting game, and the second one was a membership card for a women's health club. I sold it to my mother, hahaha. I'm talented. "Hang it," Zhou Long said with a smile.
But he still didn't smile a few times before closing his mouth, "Who wants to know your first time or your second time?" Wan Ru said slowly, her face still a little red.
"Then how many times do you want to know," Zhou Long said in surprise.
"You, Sister Xia, your husband is bullying others," as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Long and Xia Die, who had been silent next to him, immediately saw layers of black lines on their foreheads.
"Speak nicely," Xia Die glanced at Zhou Long with an extremely resentful look and said. Of course, this was seen by outsiders, but Zhou Long saw a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Only two people could see this kind of look. "Tell me," he said as if he had a sword from Shang Fang. The curiosity on his face was that he wanted to know what Zhou Long got.
"Then you answer my question first," Zhou Long said.
"Say," Wan Ru said very confidently, as if he was not afraid of Zhou Long asking any questions, not at all. "If I can't answer, I won't tell you," Zhou Long said, "Yeah," Wan Ru nodded in response, His face was full of cuteness.
"Why do you want to know what I got, or who wants to know," Zhou Long asked slowly, "What? I just want to know. I have a bit of admiration for you. I just want to know what you got in the word game. What," Wan Ru said slowly.
Those eyes were like looking at a star he still admired, and at this time Zhou Long could already feel that the coldness had almost turned into a substantial entity.
"Ahem," two coughs suddenly rang out. The fat man next to him coughed loudly, as if he had asthma. The sounds came one after another and he couldn't stop.
"I'm going to die," Wan Ru said, turning around and yelling at Fatty Huang. The room was quiet for a while. Zhou Long didn't dare to speak anyway. If anyone spoke now, they would definitely be targeted.
The scene was so quiet that you could even hear the breathing of several people. Of course, the fat man's chest was rising and falling rapidly. There were definitely intense emotions brewing.
