The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

There was no one else in the conference room, so Pu Yiyang could only obediently turn around, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, which was the most commonly used obedient expression.

Reluctantly, Xiang Hong is not Chang Yuan, so he doesn't take this kind of tricks. He raised his eyes and saw a bit of disdain from bottom to top: "We meet again so soon."

Pu Yiyang grinned: "Fate."

Xiang Hong stretched out a hand, and lightly tapped his long, white index finger on the table.

The one who was waiting waited quietly and read in a non-emotional tone: "Pu Yiyang, 25 years old, a local, a master's degree in applied mathematics from Jiangcheng University, lazy, currently unemployed."

Unemployed?Pu Yiyang blinked, the job of a research assistant at Jiangcheng University could at least provide him with enough food and clothing, but after thinking about it, in the eyes of the person in front of him, he was not a poor and jobless vagrant, so he accepted the other party's contempt with peace of mind.

Looking at the person who spoke, he has a gentle appearance, wears rimless glasses, and looks like a serious person. Somehow, he has become the follower of this person in front of him, what a pity.

The big boss Xiang who was facing him didn't expect that he still had time, but it was a pity for others. He wrinkled his nose and looked at him like a waste product in a garbage dump: "Pu Yiyang, right? My father is dead and my mother is disabled, and I haven't worked yet. People, why compare with me?"

As soon as those six words came out, Pu Yiyang stepped on the tail of a hibernating snake, his spine jumped, and his limp neck straightened.

Raising his eyelids, he said a word lightly: "I don't know what it's like to lose to someone like me?"

His tone was still gentle, but it was because of his unobtrusive gentleness that made this question even more sarcasm.

The snake hits seven inches, and the needle hits the blood.

A layer of blood appeared on Xiang Hong's fair face, he stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "I will lose to you? How could I lose to you?"

Pu Yiyang knew something bad was going to happen in his heart, he had long wanted to put out the fire, and letting this big brother take it out on him, it really shouldn't be a momentary advantage of his tongue, provocative words, and let the fire spread.

However, since he agreed to Ding Miaomiao, he couldn't go back on his word halfway, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Emotional matters can't be forced."

Xiang Hong sneered: "But there are some things that I can do if I want to."

He twisted his index finger and middle finger lightly in front of Pu Yiyang, as if he had crushed a non-existent ant to death.

Pu Yiyang was overjoyed, and with a bit of worry on his face, he said, "Xiang always wants to kick me out of the project?"

Xiang Hong said: "Of course I can do this..." He glanced at him as he spoke, as if he had figured out something, and then suddenly changed the subject, "But, why should I do this?"

Those overly beautiful eyes were suddenly filled with joy.

Pu Yiyang felt a shudder down his spine, feeling that he had made another mistake, as if he had stepped into a trap one step at a time.

Sure enough, Xiang Hong curled his lips again, imitating Wu Zheng's tone a few minutes ago, and said word by word: "Mr. Pu, I'm waiting for your advice."

In the words, he asked him to teach a lot, but in reality, the other party gave him a lot of advice.

Opened a golden mouth to the boss and asked Pu Yiyang to stay and discuss the issue, the people from FREE naturally cooperated and opened a separate office for Pu Yiyang.The person who said he wanted to discuss did not show up after returning to the office. Pu Yiyang waited and waited. After half an hour of doing nothing, he couldn't bear it anymore and walked to the door.

There were two big men in black guarding the door, Pu Yiyang wondered if he was locked up right now?I also feel that Tangtang is FREE, at least it is a world-renowned big company, even if its president is a gangster, he will not do something like put his love rival under house arrest in his office building.

The foot hanging in the air finally took a step, and the gatekeeper turned around, but he didn't draw his gun to face him.Pu Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief, coughed lightly, and asked politely, "Where are you, Mr. Xiang?"

A man said: "President Xiang is in a meeting, Mr. Pu, please wait."

Pu Yiyang had to retract his feet.

After another half an hour, he was so bored that he staggered to and fro. At this moment, he saw a slim and graceful woman approaching, and whispered to the gatekeeper.

"Mr. Pu, Mr. Xiang invites you over." The woman smiled at him.

Pu Yiyang lifted his spirits, rubbed his face, and followed the woman to the next door.

The person inside the door did not make a sound, so he had no choice but to continue to wait, which lasted another four or ten minutes.

Pu Yiyang smiled wryly, thinking that sitting would be better than standing, and it was clear to Mr. Xiang that he wanted to torment others.

Seeing that his legs were getting numb and his head was hanging lower and lower, the closed door finally opened.

It turned out that Xiang Hong was not the only one in the room.

This conference room is much larger than the one just now. Besides the boss Xiang who is at the top, there are also a circle of people sitting around the long table, and there are even a few people with holographic projections.

"Mr. Xiang, who is this?" A man in a suit over fifty asked curiously.

Everyone seemed to be surprised by Pu Yiyang's sudden appearance.

Xiang Hong's sitting posture is not much prettier than before, and he glanced at Pu Yiyang impatiently: "Didn't you say you want to talk to me about the research plan? What are you doing standing there, just say it."

Pu Yiyang didn't expect that that person actually wanted to listen to his research plan, and he invited so many company executives to listen to it.

There was no way out now, so he had to bite the bullet and find a few words that he could remember.

Xiang Hong supported his chin with one hand, pointed at the documents in front of him with the other hand, and when Pu Yiyang finished speaking, he threw down two words: "garbage."

All quiet.

No matter how thick-skinned Pu Yiyang was, he felt a little embarrassed, so he could only say, "I'll go back and change it."

Xiang Hong said coldly: "Garbage is garbage, no matter how you change it, it's still garbage."

Pu Yiyang shrank his neck, feeling that the sound of rubbish was not about his research plan, but about himself.

"Hey, are you thinking, what do I know, why should I say your case is rubbish?" Xiang Hong raised his head, his dark eyes seemed to see through Pu Yiyang's thoughts, "I said, you know about our company Is the mapping algorithm used now? If you know it, how could you come up with such a stupid solution that is so rubbish that we used it in the last version?"

Pu Yiyang was taken aback.

He had seen the existing algorithm in the materials Lu Yuxing gave him, but he was in a trance in the morning and didn't read it carefully.

Unexpectedly, this boss-like president is so familiar with his own game.

Xiang Hong gave an irritated "cut", and said in a low voice, "Ding Miaomiao's classmate, a graduate of Jiang University's Department of Mathematics, are you such an idiot?"

Pu Yiyang was speechless.

Xiang Hong turned his gaze to the other person on the left, and his tone was a bit more sharp and sarcastic: "Uncle Wu, is this the high-end talent you hired to help us optimize our products?"

It turned out that the person sitting there was Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng obviously didn't agree with Xiang Hong's blatant humiliation, he frowned and looked at Pu Yiyang with concern, and said to Xiang Hong: "Mr. Be ready, it's human nature."

Someone else said, "That's right, don't make things too difficult, Mr. Xiang..."

"Shut up." Xiang Hong said viciously, his eyes swept across the audience coldly, "Also, don't call me President Xiao Xiang again."

Pu Yiyang didn't have the heart to let others be scolded for him.

"I quit." He let out a breath slowly, "Mr. Xiang, Mr. Wu, there are many students in our department who are better than me. I can talk to the professor and let them complete the project for me."

Xiang Hong looked at him.

"You mean," a malicious smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "you're about to get out?"

Pu Yiyang's heart skipped a beat.

He thought of Ding Miaomiao.Xiang Hong's words were too meaningful, and it sounded like if Pu Yiyang conceded defeat here, he would get out of the battlefield, and he would not be qualified to confront Xiang Hong head-on in the future.

If he was passing by, he should have admitted his cowardice a long time ago. The old cat is right. Passing by is never a hero who draws his sword to help in the face of injustice. He seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and only does what he is sure of and has benefits. .

He would stand up for the monkey, but he saw that Lieutenant Gerald was strong but capable, and he could bluff the other party in exchange for a chance to trade.

Mi Ao... No, Ding Miaomiao, she clearly knows what kind of person he is, right?

How could she not know that he was just a cowardly, lazy and hopeless idiot who fought side by side in the game so many times?

Why, why did you want to hold him in the coffee shop?

Pu Yiyang felt an unprecedented headache.

There is a voice in his heart constantly reminding him that this is reality, he really only has one life, and if he loses it, he can’t cut his account and start over again, whoever dares to use a novice account to compete with the full-level krypton gold large bar on the opposite side, whoever he is Mom is crazy...

"I'll stay here and change the plan." Pu Yiyang heard himself say, "Change until you are satisfied."

He's such a fucking idiot.

Pu Yiyang went back to the small dark room and studied the algorithm of FREE resignedly.

He has been immersed in DELTA for a full ten years, and he is not unfamiliar with the numbers in the game, but this is the first time he gets the algorithm data, and he is still quite amazed.

It's smart, it's elegant.

To perfectly compile the signals from the human brain, and then map them to the virtual characters composed of electronic signals, the process is complicated, beyond the imagination of ordinary players.The biggest difficulty in brain-computer docking has never been in the hardware. The reason why people have been unable to break through this technology is that there is an algorithm that simplifies complexity and extracts effective information from the simultaneous operation of hundreds of millions of neurons.

Ten years ago, the first person who designed this algorithm for DELTA was a mathematical genius.

Is... that person?

The shadow that had long been blurred floated in Pu Yiyang's mind, and his heart felt aching again and again. He thought he would hesitate, like when he was facing Lu Yuxing, he wanted to shake off the tablet computer in his hand.

But he didn't.

He couldn't stop, or rather, he simply couldn't resist the beauty of this algorithm.

He is like a person standing on a cliff by the sea, his two arms are fighting, and his heart is full of unspeakable panic.

Perhaps it was because he looked down at the sea that he couldn't look back.

He finally jumped down.

When he raised his head again, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Pu Yiyang looked at the pile of drafts on the table and forgot that he was still in FREE.

He pressed his empty stomach, and wanted to go out to see if the gatekeeper was still there. He just took a step, and his arms were supported by one left and one right.

It was the two men in black just now, they didn't say anything, they carried Pu Yiyang and walked outside.

Pu Yiyang looked puzzled, wondering if Mr. Xiang had changed his mind, instead of imprisoning him here, he wanted to throw him out like trash?

It's over, this is the 39th floor.

Fortunately, Mr. Xiang didn't actually throw him downstairs. The bodyguards put him on the elevator, threw him into the car, and drove for several miles to a street.

Pu Yiyang is quite familiar with this place.

Hardware Street is famous in Jiangcheng. Those who don't want to leave stay here every day, and those who don't dare to come never dare to go one step further.

It also has another name, another name that Pu Yiyang is more familiar with.

lawless place.

The car was parked at the deepest part of Hardware Street. Even Pu Yiyang had never been to this place before. The architectural style was no longer as colorful as outside. If it weren’t for the loud music dozens of meters away, the floor was full of wine bottles. Like a fancy bar for someone with good taste.

"Mr. Pu, please." The bodyguard did not show any politeness in his actions, he dragged Pu Yiyang and walked inside, without giving him a chance to stop and look at the scenery.

The inside of the bar is even more spacious than it looks from the outside. There are not many customers, but all of them don't look like ordinary people.

Seeing Pu Yiyang being carried in, one or two people raised their heads.

"Hey, where did you get the little fresh meat?" A woman with wine-red hair came out from behind the bar. She was wearing a low-cut black dress, and her smile was like mead, with a slightly smoky sweet smell and sharp lips. Fingernails lightly scratched under the frame of Pu Yiyang's glasses.

Pu Yiyang blushed.

This woman is much more powerful than the charming Bi Luoluo woman in the game.

The bodyguard said: "Sister Rong, the boss asked him to come here."

The woman seemed to feel a pity, and bit the nails that had just been taken back from Pu Yiyang's face: "It's Xiao Hongyue's man... He has changed his taste. I won't rob him of my sister."

As she spoke, she blew another kiss to Pu Yiyang, and like a snake, she slid back to the bar coquettishly.

The bodyguard led Pu Yiyang into the largest box.

The person inside turned his back to Pu Yiyang, with long black hair hanging on one shoulder, a silver-gray vest that lined his waistline very well, and a black shirt with cuffs rolled up to the elbows, as if he was about to turn around.

Pu Yiyang opened his mouth.

A metal dart suddenly came through the air and flew past his head.

"Tsk, it's a bit short." The handsome young man maintained the posture of throwing darts, and his black eyes were filled with displeasure.

Pu Yiyang closed his mouth and turned his head silently.

There was a target on the wall behind him, and the dart that almost pierced his head just now was firmly stuck on it, and it hit the bull's-eye without missing a point.