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"Hello, are you Mr. Meng Qingmeng?" The visitor was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was about forty years old and looked very capable. He should be the management of a large company.

Meng Qing put down the things in her hands politely, bowed slightly and said, "Yes, who are you?"

Although she didn't plan to deal with these people much, she still had to be polite. Although she was living in a dream, Meng Qing thought she was born in a state of etiquette.

"Hello, I'm the general manager of Voys Company, and my name is Song Juncheng. You seem to be the only Asian player among the top ten players." Song Juncheng introduced himself with a smile.

This is probably the reason why Song Juncheng chose to come over to talk to Meng Qing first. He and Meng Qing both have black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, which can bring the relationship between the two closer. This serves as an entry point for the conversation between the two.

Meng Qing glanced around at the banquet and found that there were indeed very few people of Asian descent, but she somewhat understood Song Juncheng's approach: "Mr. Song, it seems that this is indeed the case."

"Are you very young now?" Song Juncheng asked with the attitude of a little elder.

"I'm 14 years old now." Meng Qing reported her current age with a smile, but she couldn't help complaining to herself. In fact, I am a thousand-year-old monster, and I don't know how many years I have lived.

Song Juncheng looked at Meng Qing with a sense of relief: "You are doing well, you are studying at the Princeton Military Academy now?"

"Yes, I majored in psychiatry." There is no need to hide such questions, Meng Qing added with a smile.

"Psychiatric therapy, this major is very famous in the Princeton Military Academy." Song Juncheng pointed to the table on the side, then looked at the plate Meng Qing put on the side, and said with a smile, "Do you want to get some first?" Things, let's chat while eating? It seems inappropriate to stand like this all the time, and I happen to be a little hungry too."

"Okay." Meng Qing had a premonition that even if Song Juncheng didn't come to talk to her, other people would come. Instead of continuing to deal with different people, it's better to talk to Song Juncheng more.

Although he is a businessman, Song Juncheng's face is capable and there is a touch of sincerity. Such a person will not have a bad temperament. Even if his temperament is not good, he will not do anything to Meng Qing. After all, they have no stake in each other.

Meng Qing chose a few more foods, then found a table with Song Juncheng and sat down.

"You should grow taller at your age, and you really should eat more." Song Juncheng glanced at Meng Qing's pile of dishes in front of him, and smiled.

Meng Qing didn't feel embarrassed either, she ate whenever she wanted, anyway, he didn't steal or snatch it: "Well, I usually eat a lot."

Song Juncheng is a very patient person, and after chatting with Meng Qing about unnecessary things, he slowly moved to the topic: "Do you like the profession of a psychotherapist very much?"

"Actually, I didn't have any other favorite majors, so I made this choice." Because his mental power level was still D-level, Meng Qing didn't dare to say that he thought this career was the most suitable for him, so he chose this one. major.

Meng Qing can improve her mental power through dreams. Although there are many ways to use mental power, the most in-depth use is only a psychotherapist.

Of course, this was just his previous thought. Now that the attack and defense abilities of mental power are slowly being promoted and used, there is one more path he can choose.

Song Juncheng had checked Meng Qing's information before, so he naturally knew about the other party's mental power level. Hearing this, he seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.

After thinking for a while, Song Juncheng said tactfully: "Then have you considered that there may be a career that is more suitable for you? I have studied the map you designed before, but I haven't studied it thoroughly until now. I'm not afraid of your jokes. Also tried a few times through the simulator, the result was 'died' miserably."

"I'm laughing at you. This is a decision I made on a whim when I was researching information. This map does look a bit... different." Meng Qing said modestly while eating.

Song Juncheng still kept praising Meng Qing for his good ideas, and the map he designed was also ingenious, and there were many more settings that no one had used before, which increased the variety and fun of the map, and the effect was very good.

Meng Qing also remained humble, but he never stopped talking. After a while, he finished the food on the plate, and put down his chopsticks to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Song Juncheng already felt that Meng Qing's attitude seemed gentle and polite, but in fact he was very alienated. Seeing that he had finished eating, he could only sincerely say: "Meng Qing, I am not trying to befriend you. The map you designed is indeed It's brilliant, and even if you don't take that into account, just saying that you have a great imagination is enough to prove that you can go far on this road."

The design of competitive maps does rely on experience, but it also requires some innovation. It’s just that the thinking of most people who have studied the system is often very limited. Even if they should have ideas, they will be slowly worn away, and eventually become Follow the rules, there is no innovation at all.

So when Meng Qing's map came out, it immediately caught everyone's eyes, and more than one company began to inquire about the designer's information. However, Xingwang protects the privacy of users too well, and the official map design contest of the Mech Competition It is also impossible to disclose the player's information, so even if they want to find it, they have no clue.

Song Juncheng also learned that Meng Qing personally admitted that he designed the map, so he checked his information as soon as possible, and then came to talk to him.

As the general manager of a well-known federal competitive map design company, Song Juncheng has seen too many mecha competitive maps, so he knows better than anyone else the importance of imagination in designing maps, because in many cases, imagination is almost Source and basis of inspiration.

Many people think that experience and skills are the most important, but as the competitive map has become more and more perfect and standardized today, the proportion of imagination has been continuously increasing, and it has even gradually exceeded everyone's previous cognition.

It was precisely because of this that he valued Meng Qing more, and he couldn't help but stand up before he was fully prepared. He was very afraid that if he was a little late at night, others would seize the opportunity.

Meng Qing didn't expect the other party to say this directly, and her face became a little more sincere now: "Mr. Song, I have just entered the Department of Higher Education, and there are still three years before graduation. I really didn't expect that the future road should be How to go."

"It's normal, but at least please think about this path a little bit," Song Juncheng was not disappointed with this answer. After all, Meng Qing was still very young. He handed Meng Qing a paper business card, sincerely He smiled and said, "If you have any thoughts or questions about becoming a competitive map designer, or even encounter some other problems, you can contact me, and I will definitely spare no effort to help you."

There is actually no need for paper business cards now, mainly to reflect the importance and respect for each other.

Meng Qing took the business card and carefully put it away: "Thank you, I will contact you if necessary."