In the Internet age, who still makes traditional games?

At eight in the evening, Xu Meng patted his shoulders as he walked out of the company gate.

Behind him, the three-story building of Zh Meng was brightly lit.

Renting this small building and renovating it cost much more than renting a three-story commercial office building.

But when the company was first established, they were full of ambition, and Zhang Yang didn't care about these expenses.

Now he feels the rent is a bit expensive, but it's not easy to move.

At this moment, the art, programming, operations, planning, marketing... all departments were very nervous because of the new tasks he assigned.

Whether it was meeting discussions, working overtime on the spot, or pretending to work overtime but actually chatting enthusiastically, in short, there was no intention of getting off work at all.

Xu Meng actually wanted to work overtime too.

But after all, he had just died suddenly twice—once himself, and once in this body, so he was still a little scared.

He planned to rest for a few days to recover and wait until his body was not so weak.

Arriving at the parking lot, he found someone leaning against his car, tapping on his phone.

When he got closer, he realized it was Zhang Yang, who had disappeared for nearly two months.

——Not completely disappeared. After Zhang Yang returned to Huacheng, he joined his father's company, while Xu Meng worked overtime frantically to try to save the game. The two had very few opportunities to meet, let alone chat.

It was quite unexpected to see him here at this moment.

Before he could speak, this guy slapped him on the shoulder, "Awesome, Lao Xu!"

"?" Xu Meng was stunned, "What?"

"The announcement you made! So brave!" Zhang Yang said with admiration, "But remember to turn off the Weiguang private messages."

Xu Meng was speechless.

Zhang Yang was as敏锐 as ever.

His Weiguang account had been bombarded with private messages. The variety of abuse was so great that even he, who had been through many battles, felt that his stock of swear words had become richer.

"Small problem." Xu Meng shook his head, opened the car door, and asked, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you come to the company to take a look?"

"I don't want to be caught by you as a coolie." Zhang Yang squeezed Xu Meng away and sat in the driver's seat.

"How can I let Boss Xu drive himself! I'll do it, I'll do it."

Xu Meng smiled, walked around the front of the car, and went to the passenger seat.

The car slowly drove onto the highway.

"How did Young Master Zhang find the time to come see me today?" Xu Meng asked, slumping in the passenger seat.

"If I didn't come, I was worried you were going to die." The smile on Zhang Yang's face slowly faded.

"You've been working overtime too hard, and you've scared Meng Ling. This girl has been bringing Su Xiaojiu Xin Wan and Nitroglycerin to work recently. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have ordered a defibrillator the day before yesterday."

Xu Meng was speechless.

If it weren't for this time-traveling thing, this defibrillator could really have been used...

"Look at you, how old are you, and you still make a little girl worry about you."

"I'm afraid of you. I'll pay back the money, okay?"

"?" Xu Meng looked over, "You have money again?"

Zhang Yang's father started from scratch, starting with garment factory OEM, and all the way to mechanical OEM and precision electronic product OEM... He is definitely a bigwig in the real economy.

He has suffered a lot in his life, and he is strict in educating his son, and he has always been cautious about giving money.

Because of this "rebellious behavior" of opening a game company, Zhang Yang sold and mortgaged his house, and his father controlled him even more strictly.

But Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Although my dad is an iron rooster, my mom is soft-hearted. If I cry poor and sell miserably, I can always get it done."

Xu Meng patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, really a little touched.

But what he said was: "Get out! You just said my methods were awesome, and now you're turning around and cursing me to fail?"

"Let me tell you, this wave of transformation will earn at least a small goal!"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang laughed immediately, "Good! I'll wait to see your performance!"

"Do you want to take some shares back? It's guaranteed to make money."

"Forget it, I'm going back to take over the family business after all. Although my dad is rigid, what he said is right. Building a dream is just a rebellious game for me, but for you..."

Taking advantage of the red light, Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at Xu Meng's heavy dark circles and haggard face.

"Developing games, that's your dream, right?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang spoke again:

"In fact, from the moment Zh Meng was established, it belonged to you."

"It's just a matter of sooner or later."

"The only flaw is: My original plan was to pretend to be awesome and show off after Zh Meng's game became a big hit before going home. But I didn't expect the game to be so miserable after it was released..."

"But no matter what, the result is the same."

"Zh Meng is still in your hands."

"My purpose has also been achieved."

"So don't think about giving it back to me."

Xu Meng didn't expect this answer.

This is not something that university roommates and co-fathers can do.

This has to be a real father, right?

Just as he was hesitating whether to say a few words of great kindness and virtue, and promise to repay him with his body to disgust Zhang Yang, he suddenly felt that the scenery outside the car window was a bit wrong:

"Did you take the wrong road? Where are you driving?"

"Hospital." Zhang Yang replied calmly, "I made an appointment with a doctor for you."

"Ah?" Xu Meng was a little resistant.

"Heh, why do you think I wanted to sit in the driver's seat?" Zhang Yang smiled triumphantly, "It's up to me!"

...

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yang drove the car to Ningzhou Kangya Hospital and dragged the reluctant Xu Meng in.

Half an hour later, Xu Meng came out with a medical advice of more than 800 words, carrying medicine and a large bag of supplements to regulate his body.

Zhang Yang dropped Xu Meng downstairs and finally exhorted:

"Work less overtime, don't kill yourself. Remember to take your medicine, I'll let Meng Ling supervise you."

After that, he left in a hurry to catch the plane.

——He came here purely to pull Xu Meng to the hospital for a checkup.

Xu Meng's parents died early. He was taken to live with his aunt and uncle at the age of 14 for four years until the college entrance examination. After graduating from university, he stayed in Ningzhou and started a business with Zhang Yang.

After Zhang Yang returned to Huacheng, he was alone, and no one could persuade him to work overtime like crazy.

Chen Mengling tried a lot, but couldn't persuade him at all, and finally had to ask Zhang Yang for help.

That's why Zhang Yang had to suddenly appear downstairs at Zh Meng Company.

...

...

After going home and solving the takeaway, Xu Meng honestly took his medicine and supplements, and went to bed early.

But before going to bed, he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and pay attention to the follow-up impact of that announcement.

Then his brows furrowed.

Controversy was expected.

But the amount was too exaggerated.

In any case, "Frost and Snow Project" is just a failed second-tier game with limited influence.

Few people outside the second-tier game circle know about it.

Even if the content of the announcement is relatively out of line, after this whole day, the netizens watching the excitement should have dispersed.

The remaining second-tier game players should be happy to see these changes.

But now, almost none of these players' voices can be seen under the announcement, and they are all uniformly negative comments.

Attacking Xu Meng himself for his low moral character, mocking Zh Meng for struggling in vain, advising Zh Meng employees to resign and get out of the sea of ​​bitterness as soon as possible, reporting in advance, giving the game bad reviews, it was simply full of tricks.

If someone with a fragile heart came, they would probably have the heart to jump off the building at this moment.

But Xu Meng keenly noticed something was wrong.

He flipped through more than a dozen pages of comments and found a large number of highly similar comments. He chose some publishers to check their components, and soon discovered that there was a connection between them——

Mutual attention, mutual replies and likes, and historical "achievements" of holding together to spray people under the same topic.

He smelled the breath of water troops.

"Who is in such a hurry?" Xu Meng couldn't understand.