On the table, there was a cup of hot coffee.

The woman's slender and fair hands were pinching the coffee spoon placed in the cup and stirring.

The pattern floating on the surface is unrecognizable.

At the same time, a strong aroma of coffee spreads out in the room.

The woman gracefully placed the coffee spoon next to the small plate containing the cup, held the cup in her left hand, and took a sip.

"Why is Mr. Feng here today?"

A woman's voice is pleasant, soft, and very gentle.

The man standing behind the woman's seat smiled awkwardly when he heard the woman say this.

"Nineteen's perception ability is still so keen. You know it just now that I came."

"I am still very familiar with Mr. Feng's footsteps. Tell me, Mr. Feng, what's going on today? It's not for regional investigation again, right?"

Yes, this woman is the referee of [Thousand Years of Tomb]. The 19th, whose full name is Jiang Shijiu, is the heir of Jiang Group, a giant in the game company, and is also one of the investors in the public beta of [Dark World] this time.

As the person in charge of managing the game, he is naturally like Irving, who is specifically responsible for a game copy.

So the question is, there are as many as tens of thousands of game copies in [Dark World], and one person is responsible for one dungeon. Is there enough people?

The answer is yes.

[Dark World] As a globally listed game, there are naturally investments from major countries, so the number of people is definitely enough, and there is even excess. The excess will be the general person in charge of a specific area, that is, the position of this man.

Mr. Feng.

"Yes, it's just for the sake of regional investigation..."

"Mr. Feng, if it's still for this matter, please come back. Like most of the people in charge, I am opposed. If you are here to persuade me, then let's go."

Jiang Shijiu's hand holding coffee stopped in the air, but his originally gentle voice became a little cold at this moment.

"It is not recognized to open the area. This view appeared a few years ago when the game "Daoman" was renovated and released. It was denied at that time. Now you are going to regionalize the [Dark World] again. Isn't this just a trick on yourself?"

"As the general manager of the game, Mr. Feng, don't you still know the characteristics of the game in [Dark World]? If it is open to regionalization, it will definitely be out of control in the end."

"If a good survival game is not ruled, then the essence of human nature will be infinitely magnified. You won't be unclear about this, right?"

"Don't be so excited for now. You know, what era is now, and games are already spread all over the world. If it is limited to the game cabin, then I'm afraid this game will not last long."

This man, who was called "General Feng", squinted his eyes with a smile and looked at Jiang Shijiu's back.

"If you don't innovate in time and expand the scale, the entire game will not be able to keep up with the rapid changes of the times. At that time, the game channel will be closed and the company will be completely closed, and the shares invested by your Jiang Group in it will be completely lost. At that time, companies around the world may not be able to afford this large-scale bankruptcy, right?"

"And, in the past few years, the company has been deploying various regional equipment. If it escapes in the last battle, wouldn't these equipment be compensated? In the end, who will bear the huge cost? Is it you? Jiang Shijiu?"

"I believe that as the person in charge of the game, you have seen these days that these players are struggling hard for the points in the game that we define as currency. Many people's nature has been exposed in broad daylight. For the sake of game points, and in order to make themselves live, they are back-stopping their teammates. This is human nature."

Mr. Feng paused, looked at the rules entered by nineteen in the middle of the big screen, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I know, you tried your best to stop us, so you set the rules that didn't exist, and you are not allowed to back-sting your teammates?"

"But, as you can see, even if the rules are set, no one will abide by your rules. How should you explain to them when the game is over? Are you going to use your little authority to deprive the points in the game? You are very clear about this and it is absolutely impossible."

"Human nature is greedy, I know very well, Jiang Shijiu, your..."

"Enough, don't say anything more."

Nineteen put down the coffee cup in his hand with a "bang". The collision between the bottom of the cup and the small table made the whole cup split suddenly. The hot coffee slowly flowed down from the table, and a strong aroma of coffee echoed in the room.

She stood up and turned to look at the squinting man whom she called "General Feng", with anger on her face.

It was said to be persuasion, but in the end it turned into a threat.

"Feng Jun, I've said it very clearly. I said that rejection is rejection. From now on, Jiang's Group will completely withdraw from the game [Dark World]. I don't want shares or something. When the copy of this game is over, you ask your company's accounting department to calculate the liquidated damages and I will give it back to you as much as possible."

"Since I'm going to force me, I don't want the position of the person in charge. You can hold your own money and fend for yourself."

After saying that, he slammed the door and left, leaving Feng Jun with a strange smile, that is, President Feng.

Feng Jun did not give up his thoughts because of the nineteenth words, but instead showed an extremely strange and distorted smile.

That's right, when he comes here, he wants this ending.

Jiang Shijiu, the heir of Jiang's Group, although he has a lot of investment, is still a stumbling block on his final thoughts. Now that he will not be eliminated for a day, then in the future, when the game is regionalized, it will definitely cause some big trouble.

Although Irving also had an objection, Feng Jun saw that he still had some value in use, so he did not continue to force him.

After leaving Nineteen, Feng Jun looked at the game record of the copy of the [Thousand-year Tomb]. There were many small screens on the big screen, and each screen monitored the action content of a player.

And when he saw Feng Heng and Yu Wan together, the smile on his face became even more distorted.

When he arrived at the control panel, Feng Jun hammered his hand hard on the table and made a huge noise.

"Feng Heng, we haven't seen each other for many years, and I didn't expect to meet you in this game."

"After a decade ago, due to the unfavorable security guards of the company, you were missed. When I met again in more than ten years, how could I let you go?"

"Feng Heng, your destiny will be in my hands from now on. I want you to-"
Chapter completed!