Yu Qingdong is in dire straits. Ever since he took over the operational authority, accidents have occurred frequently and mistakes have continued.
It's fine now, but many players are unable to log in, and these experts and professors still haven't figured out what went wrong.
As the nominal person in charge of the scene, he has no rights at all and the pressure is all on him.
Those who complained on the forum, those who greeted his eighteen generations of ancestors, those who threatened to file a lawsuit to compensate for losses... If saliva could kill, he would probably die no less than ten thousand times.
If the players' complaints can be tolerated, the game's frequent errors, lags, lags, etc. will be a big worry for them.
Things were running smoothly, but you insisted on joining in and causing chaos. Now what do you think we should do?
Yu Qingdong was afraid that the operating rights he had finally won would be taken back, and he had ready-made excuses.
"How about it, you have to hurry up!"
He 'begged' to an old academician like a little daughter-in-law. The old academician was very impatient and grunted perfunctorily.
"Mr. Yu, call number 0."
I am really afraid of what will happen.
"Hello, Chairman!"
"Xiao Yu, the game can't run anymore. What's going on?"
"This... Canaan's technology is too... advanced. We are getting familiar with and mastering it. This... needs a process and time."
"How much longer do you need?"
Yu Qingdong seemed to see No. 0's impatient expression and looked behind him for 'support', only to find that everyone was still so 'engaged' that could only be described as fanatical.
——I don’t know how long it will take!
I am so worried that I have to give up my job, Gan!
But he could only be angry in his heart, and he couldn't bear it, "10 hours, within 10 hours we will definitely fix the errors that prevent us from going online."
Here he was playing a trick, secretly praying that Zero would not hold on to him and let him get away with it.
"That's 10 hours. The game time is 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. The system will release the expansion pack of 'Devil's Battlefield'. Before that, the fault must be eliminated. Are there any problems?"
Capital...
Yu Qingdong bit the bullet and said, "No problem, all players will be able to come online normally by then."
The other side didn't care about his words, "That's it!" and ended the communication.
Yu Qingdong opened his mouth and looked up to see that no one around him was "idle". A large group of people gathered behind several operating desks. Some were still giving excited directions and questioning, some were arguing with red faces, and some were just paying attention.
While typing on the keyboard, some looked at the operation interface on the screen or the 'source code' in the background like fools... but no one cared about the new situation happening on their side.
Only 10 hours!
Yu Qingdong knew that he could not continue like this, so he stood up and walked out.
At the entrance of the stairs, the students lay on the doorframe curiously and poked their heads inside. The oppressive heat wave weakened, and Yu Qingdong's dizzy mind cleared.
"Mr. Yu, can we be players?" A young student asked expectantly.
Yu Qingdong didn't have time to pay attention to them. He stomped down the stairs and suddenly thought of something, "Is there any way you can cool down the computer room?"
Several older students hesitated upon hearing this, and some of the younger students were only thirteen or fourteen years old. One of them rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "There is a way, but there are conditions!"
"What are the conditions? Tell me quickly!"
"Gaming helmet!"
"Impossible, students cannot be players!"
"Then we want to take a vacation and go out to play!"
Yu Qingdong laughed angrily, pointed at the students a few times with his fingers, turned around and went downstairs.
Ding Jian did not attend class, and the students were not interested in listening. Yu Qingdong called him out when he was passing by and asked him how to cool down the computer room.
The commotion upstairs was so loud that it has been going on for almost a day and it has seriously interfered with Assistant Professor Ding's teaching arrangements. He asked: "Can't we move out?"
"If we can move out, that will happen in the future. Let me ask you, is there any way?"
"Yes!" Ding Jian nodded.
"Okay, I'll leave this task to you!" Yu Qingdong patted him on the shoulder and hurried away as if someone was chasing him.
After leaving the red building, the vehicle parked outside also broke down due to the extremely high level of magic power. He looked around impatiently, and there was no signal on his cell phone.
He looked up at the 'color shield' above his head. There were two armed helicopters hovering outside the shield. He took out his walkie-talkie, but he couldn't contact them at such a close distance.
I had no choice but to spread my legs and run down the mountain.
After wasting more than an hour, I came back in a hurry with a working group. The car came to a halt halfway up the hillside. A group of people got out of the car and rushed to the red building as quickly as possible.
On the sixth floor, Ding Jian is leading the students to install the magic base plate of [Cooling Technique]. The computer room is still hot. Those technicians, experts, professors and the like are still busy in front of the operating table. They are really deaf to what is going on outside the window.
I only studied the 'source code', and everyone was so fascinated that I didn't even know that someone had a heat stroke.
It sounds a bit exaggerated, but it is the reality. The people who were brought back by Yu Qingdong to save the situation were frightened and angry. Even if they said nothing, they had to take coercive measures to pull these people away one by one!
"Ah, let me go!
"
"Thank you!"
"Let me take another look, take another look, ah!
"
Yu Qingdong looked at his pale complexion and crazy face, and felt a chill in his heart. Then he looked at the other scientific researchers who were struggling to rush towards the display screen, "Boss, they... all seem to be a little abnormal!"
The leader's expression froze, and inexplicably, a chill went straight to his scalp.
"Do you know what that is?" A gray-haired old academician struggled desperately and stretched his right arm in the direction of the cabinet. His expression was twisted and ferocious, and his eyes were fanatical: "That is the truth, that is the ultimate meaning of life, that
It's God's revelation, that's..."
Leader: "Take them away, take them all away!"
"Let me go, ah!"
The old academician bit the man holding him until the blood flowed. With his mouth full of blood, he threw himself back in front of the operating table. He raised a smile with his bleeding lips and started typing on the keyboard.
Yu Qingdong groaned inwardly, knowing that the 10-hour deadline was a bit mysterious.
At this time, Ding Jian installed the magic substrate, coughed, and said, "Leader, I know what's wrong with them."
"What's going on?" someone asked quickly.
"They are 'spiritually infected'. They have been overly invested in observing items with mysterious properties for a long time, and have been exposed to the magic 'radiation' of magic items for a long time, and their minds have been infected unconsciously. One of the symptoms is,
Manic, more focused and devoted, emotions are affected by the infection frequency of magic radiation."
Yu Qingdong was slightly shocked and looked over in astonishment.
"Little... little comrade, how can I help?"
"Just have a good rest. If you force them to leave, it's best to get an injection."
"Quick, do what this little comrade says!"
Everyone quickly agreed, and this time they stepped forward much more resolutely.
These are all industrious and pampered people. With just a glance, the people below will get things done properly. When have you ever taken action against someone?
After finally pulling people away, the scene was really chaotic.
"Little comrade, ask your people to help me!"
Ding Jian agreed and went out to shout. All the students watching the excitement rushed in, some hugging their heads, some raising their feet, and some were preparing to cast spells.
Ding Jian gave the students who were about to cast spells a shock and ordered the students to carry these experts and professors downstairs and place them there.
Yu Qingdong supported the wall to wipe his sweat, looked at the time, and almost fainted in a hurry.
There are only 7 hours left.
The working group was still undecided. The leader arranged for someone to go out and report the latest situation. Looking at the rows of consoles and numerous cabinets, they didn't know what to do.
"Mr. Yu, are you still cooling down?"
Ding Jian came back and smiled.
"You, you...do you have anything you can do?" Yu Qingdong could only pretend to be a dead horse. Ordinary people cannot be exposed to the magic 'radiation' of magic items. It would be useless to bring in another group of people.
How come Canaan’s source code and development control terminal have become magic items with some mysterious properties?
Even he knows these codes.
"...How about it? Are you sure?"
Ding Jian's eyes were bright, he looked back at the console and nodded.
Yu Qingdong breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the working group, went to the leader and told his plan.
"Then let him try." The leader was also anxious.
Just like that, Ding Jian walked to the operating desk and saw the numbers, graphics and code language scrolling on the screen like a waterfall.
He took a deep breath, entered a meditative state skillfully, sat down in front of the graphical interface console, and placed his right hand on the mouse.
Half an hour later.
The working group couldn't stand the heat anymore. They were all pampered people, and some of them had cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems.
By this time, someone had moved the 'patients' away, and the downstairs was noisy and quiet, just like the Chinese New Year.
Ding Jian, who had been immersed in work, suddenly stood up. Yu Qingdong, who was about to faint from the heat, quickly sat up and asked: "What, how are you doing?"
Ding Jian turned around and smiled with white teeth, "It's too hot. I'll turn on the air conditioner."
"null……"
Yu Qingdong looked at the magic pattern substrate installed on the window and the nearby wall, and nodded in confusion, "Hurry up!"
Ding Jian walked to the magic base board and chanted two short and awkward syllables. After completing the spell-casting gesture, he lightly pressed his index finger on the node in the center of the magic circle.
Silently, the magic patterns all lit up, and the refreshing cold wind came out of nowhere, blowing over a large area.
"Okay!", the eighteen-year-old boy smiled, returned to the workbench, sat down, and started working on the screen.
call!
The hot-dog working group felt alive. The clothes soaked with sweat quickly became dry, and the high temperature in the room was suppressed very quickly, which was more efficient than a high-power air conditioner.
"Found it!" Ding Jian shouted excitedly.
"Have you found the cause of the fault?", the leader was even more anxious than Yu Qingdong.
"Well, a very important constant in the helmet application has been changed, so..."
"Quick, quick, can you recover?"
Ding Jian turned around and smiled with white teeth, "It has been restored. It's very simple. Just compare it with the server."
Very simple...
Yu Qingdong first breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes became complicated. Then he looked at the young men lying on the door frame looking curiously inside, and realized that the so-called 'professionals' might have to be redefined.
It’s no longer about how much knowledge and technology you have mastered, but how much occult knowledge and skills you have.
"Hurry, hurry, Xiaoyu, the forum says you can log in."
Du Shiyu took off her headphones, "Do you still have game time?"
"Go up and take a look. Many people say their data has been lost and things are missing."
"ah?"
Can it still be like this?
Du Shiyu quickly lay down back in the game room, put on his helmet, and successfully logged into the game.
At the resurrection point of Punk City, many players are complaining that something of their own is missing. Among the people's anger, there is also the presence of Mr. Dongguo who fishes in troubled waters.
Du Shiyu didn't lack anything.
The gang-building mission failed, and most people were not online. Several online gaming friends asked her in private messages if she was missing anything, and there were many excited voices among them.
"It's the first time. It's not easy. I finally waited. The system's fault has been hammered and can't be washed away. Some people have lost levels out of thin air. If Canaan Company doesn't compensate them this time, they will be sued until they close down.
, these are all real money!”
"Given the current situation of Canaan Company, do they dare? Do they dare?"
"..."
Yes, the extortion drive is on the rise.
Du Shiyu didn't want to join in the fun. Seeing that there was not much game time left, she was ready to log off.
"Ah, Xiaoyu, the green short bow I just bought is missing."
"...Really?"
"Really, what should I do? Also, if I die and lose 50% of my experience? The system is going crazy!
"
Why did Du Shiyu hear something wrong? Why are you so excited?
"Let's talk after we get offline."
"You go first, I'll wait for Chun Shui... It's so damning, the camp is about to be taken down."
Du Shiyu went offline and logged on to the official website. As expected, they all complained, saying that they were missing something and wanted Canaan Company to give an explanation.
The temperature had dropped, but Yu Qingdong was still sweating profusely. He didn't dare to look at the operating table and only stood behind Ding Jianjie, anxious to death.
"I found it. It's man-made. Someone has manipulated the player's prop data, experience points and character templates."
"Ah!?" Yu Qingdong looked pitifully at the leader behind him.
"Playing the piano randomly, really playing the piano randomly, who gave them the right? This is an accident, this is a major accident, the relevant personnel must be held accountable!", the leader was furious.
"Can it be restored?" Yu Qingdong asked quickly.
"Yes." Ding Jianyue became more and more confident in his operation, and he gradually figured out some tricks. Even the working interfaces that even professional operators could not figure out were quickly figured out in his hands.
"Now?" Ding Jian asked.
"No, no, no!" Yu Qingdong said quickly, we can't do it like this, otherwise we won't be able to explain clearly, "First find out the list of players whose data has been lost and modified, see what has been lost and what has been changed, and then send a system
Make an announcement and finally compensate them, otherwise the people will be annoyed to death by those who pretend to be fake."
"Then let me try." Ding Jian rubbed his hands excitedly. Obviously, he liked this GM job very much.
