In the Internet age, who still makes traditional games?

As Xu Meng was counting the development progress of each department on his fingers, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted outside the door.

Further away, there was also a burst of applause.

So Xu Meng stopped thinking and contentedly closed the empty money box.

He knew his goal had been achieved.

As for the reserve funds being completely exhausted and the company's cash flow becoming tight again…

As long as the "Frost and Snow Project"'s revenue becomes healthy after the major update, this problem will be easily solved.

— With the entire company's current work enthusiasm and output results, Xu Meng is full of confidence in this update!

Of course, the money that players spend on in-game purchases next month will not be credited to the company's account so quickly.

But this is not a big problem either.

As long as the "Frost and Snow Project"'s revenue skyrockets, he will be confident in borrowing another sum of money from the bank.

Or, he could cash out some of Zhong Deng's gold coins and use the pocket money given by Zhang Yang's mother to tide over the emergency.

As long as he is sure he can pay it back, borrowing money for turnover is not an unacceptable thing.

In short, as long as the "Frost and Snow Project" can reverse the decline, all problems can be solved easily.

Xu Meng did not rush out to accept the cheers of the employees at this time, but waited until the outside calmed down before walking out of the conference room.

Even so, the employees still looked at him with admiration.

In addition to this, Xu Meng also discovered an unexpected gain—

The employees' work enthusiasm seemed to be even higher, and each of them was leaving work later and later.

Until one day, Chen Wanzhong appeared in the office carrying a roll of bedding.

Then, this behavior spread rapidly like a virus, like a seasonal flu called "bedding," sweeping through the programming, animation, and modeling departments in the blink of an eye.

Xu Meng was a little scared by the sight.

He calculated his own daily output, compared it with the average of these three departments, and decisively stopped working, starting to act as a logistics provider.

The first thing he did was to fill the recreation room with snacks and drinks.

He also posted a solicitation on the office software, asking employees to fill in the types of snacks and drinks they liked, and the administration quickly purchased and filled them in.

Then, he asked Sister Chen to find a restaurant nearby and negotiate a cooperation.

So that employees could freely order food, and the restaurant would deliver it uniformly.

Although it was still takeout, with the company sending people to supervise, at least they didn't have to worry about encountering unsanitary small workshops and having health problems.

Finally, he ran to Ningzhou Kangya Hospital and consulted his doctor.

After confirming that the supplements he was currently drinking could be consumed by ordinary workers, he purchased a large quantity and distributed a box to each employee of Zhumeng.

The programming, animation, and modeling departments received three times the amount.

The employees were stunned when they received the supplements from the boss.

For a while, they couldn't figure out whether the boss was concerned about their health or implying that "with supplements, they could work even harder."

Until one day, someone discovered that the company had three more AEDs (Automated External Defibrillators), which were placed in the offices of the programming, animation, and modeling departments respectively.

They finally understood: the boss was worried that they would die suddenly in the office.

As a result, the "bedding flu" was finally effectively contained.

Xu Meng also breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, the large-scale poaching incident by Moyu Games, which had been worrying him, never happened.

Instead, he heard another wonderful piece of gossip about Moyu Games from his little assistant, Chen Mengling—

Moyu Games has been blacklisted by Longteng Fashion.

Longteng Fashion is the brokerage company that Zhumeng contacted when inviting models before.

Chen Mengling got this news from a model whose stage name is Zilin.

This happened a week ago, but Zilin is a small, low-level model, so Longteng Fashion would naturally not specifically notify her. Zilin still got the news through casual chats with fellow friends, so there is inevitably some lag.

Unlike those small, low-level models who have just entered the modeling industry because of ideals, enthusiasm, or something else, these are all full-time models who have persisted through the test of time.

They can't be said to be very famous, but they are fully capable and don't lack work.

So, they are not as easy to bully as small, low-level models.

But Moyu Games still didn't become more professional, and still treated the low-level models like before.

During the shooting, a group of people surrounded them, pointing and pointing, and from time to time they took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the models with obscene smiles.

Some models expressed dissatisfaction.

But the person in charge of Moyu Games just perfunctorily dealt with it and didn't take it seriously.

Then, a hot-tempered model threw down the props, walked out of the shooting area, and slapped an obscene man in the face.

(Hearing this, Xu Meng raised his eyebrows in surprise.)

The obscene man refused to accept it and wanted to slap back, but the other models also rushed up and slapped him to the ground, one slap each.

The obscene man's colleagues came to help, and the two sides fought, and several people's faces were scratched.

(Xu Meng lowered his raised eyebrows again, reducing the degree of trust in this third-hand news by 80 percentage points.)

In the end, the two sides broke up unhappily.

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After that, after several confrontations between the two companies, Longteng Fashion blacklisted Moyu Games.

Not only did they refuse all cooperation, but they also told their colleagues about the situation.

The little assistant finished speaking.

Xu Meng nodded and evaluated with one word: Good riddance.

It's a pity they didn't really die.

But soon, Xu Meng keenly realized, "This seems to be a very powerful weapon!"

"If it can be used at the right time, it will be extremely powerful! It might even kill Moyu's new game in one fell swoop!"

The ACG game circle is originally about selling characters.

The ACG games that focus on sexiness are even more so.

If players know that game designers treat real-life models like this, how will they treat virtual characters?

Not to mention that these real-life models are, to a certain extent, reference objects for virtual characters.

If players know about this, if it doesn't cause a super controversy, then they are not ACG game players!

"Good, good, good!" Xu Meng thought of the series of records of Moyu Games offending him on his notebook.

He looked at the little assistant: "Mengling, I have a very important job to give you!"

"Boss, tell me!"

"I will approve a special fund for you. Contact Zilin and try to find the models who were on the scene at the time through her to find out what exactly happened that day."

"It's best to find video data. If there is no video data, pay for it and record a video of interviewing the parties."

"How about it, can you do it?"

"Yes!" The little assistant was full of confidence.

She had already realized that the boss wanted to trip up Moyu Games.

Anyway, those models had also been offended by Moyu Games, and now that they know that someone is willing to stand up for them, they will definitely not hide it.

As long as you find someone, this thing is not difficult at all!

The little assistant set off full of confidence, and completed the matter in less than three days.

After Xu Meng finished watching the interview video she brought back and a short 35-second video with a slightly shaky lens, he praised the little assistant's ability to handle affairs.

After encrypting and storing it on the company's server, he downloaded a copy to a USB flash drive and put the USB flash drive into the drawer.

Looking at Xu Meng's actions, the little assistant didn't understand: "Boss, aren't we going to announce it?"

Xu Meng shook his head: "It's useless to announce it now. At most, netizens will scold a few words, which won't hurt Moyu Games at all."

"Wait a little longer."

"Okay."

Xu Meng closed the drawer, put this dark sword into the box, and waited quietly for the day it would be unsheathed to come.

…

In this quiet waiting, the last few days of May passed quietly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the last day.