Chapter 62: Undercurrent Surging
Translator: 549690339
Lincoln left the work to Mavis and went to sleep with a weight off his shoulders.
Compared to his carefree state, the NetDragon Flaming Project Team was much worse off.
By 10:30 PM, the office was still brightly lit, with everyone working overti.
Previously, they were NetDragon’s star group, having high expectations and rarely needing to work overti, and receiving generous bonuses whenever a new ga was launched.
They could be considered as an envied production team.
But in just less than a month, people in the company would no longer discuss them with admiration. Instead, they were mocked.
The other ga production teams who were forced to work overti felt wronged, full of resentnt when talking about them.
The issue was that they were the most miserable!
The ga was being made successfully, and it seed like another ga with both good reputation and high sales was about to be completed. At that ti, they would have bonuses, vacations, and experience – everything they wanted.
Although their boss, Randall, quit without warning when the production was almost finished.
However, before he left, Randall made sure the work was handed over properly, and the following content had been planned. There wouldn’t be any impact if they continued to work for a few more months.
But then, mysteriously, Henry appeared out of nowhere, taking the position of Chief Planner. He ignored their opinions, forcibly split the ga, and urged them to launch it quickly.
In the end, the well-made ga beca a semi-finished product, criticized by players and falling ratings on Hot Searches.
As a result, they had to work overti to make up for the mistake.
Not only did they have no rits or bonuses, but they were also blad, pointed at by people wherever they went.
Even the employees from other teams who had been assigned to help with the DLC production didn’t hide their dissatisfaction with them, as if the Flaming Production Team was responsible for their overti work.
Each mber of the Flaming Production Team was harboring resentnt, and those with bad tempers were on the brink of exploding. So people even had downloaded recruitnt apps and started paying attention to job demands in the market!
Everyone had a tense expression, and the whole departnt seed to be shrouded in clouds.
At that mont, Fred, Randall’s deputy in the Flaming Project Team, suddenly received a phone call.
He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Randall.
After hesitating, he still walked out of the office and answered the call.
That evening, five people from the Flaming Project Team received calls from Randall.
The team mbers were all working overti in the open office, and nobody noticed when Fred went out to answer the call.
But when one group leader after another left the office to answer phone calls, they naturally realized sothing was up.
However, they had all worked together for years and had good relationships. Coupled with everyone’s resentnt towards the company at that ti, they tacitly maintained silence on the matter.
That night, the NetDragon Flaming Project Team was brewing a storm.
The next day, the clock on the bedside read 8:30, and Lincoln was still in bed, showing no signs of getting up.
But his phone suddenly vibrated. Lincoln stretched his arm to reach it, but couldn’t. Annoyed, he turned over, covered his head with a blanket and tried to sleep again.
However, the phone seed dissatisfied with being ignored by its owner, stopped vibrating, and started playing a song.
It was a sweet and innocent female voice, sowhat off-key, singing a nursery rhy, and the volu kept getting louder and louder.
Lincoln, in bed, had no choice but to poke his head out, “Alright, alright! I’m awake, I’m awake! Mavis, stop singing. Let wake up slowly.”
“Master, you have to sign up for driving lessons this morning. If you don’t get up now, you’ll miss breakfast!”
“Then I won’t eat. Can I sleep for ten more minutes… please…”
“No! Staying healthy is important!”
“Fine, fine. I’m getting up, I’m getting up. But Mavis, can you sing a serious song?”
“Did Mavis not sing well just now?”
“If you ignore the pitch issues, it still sounds pretty good.” Mavis had a sweet and cute voice, and her singing wasn’t terrible, just off-key…
“Sure!” Mavis agreed readily, “Let think for a mont!”
After a short wait, the cheerful singing returned to the bedroom.
[Ducks in the upper river, geese in the lower river Couples of fluffy eyes looking at their brother
Boiled that money and got that rice
On the road, I caught a glimpse of you carrying firewood
Clear water-like glass shines through the window
Full of white teeth, smiling at my brother
Double door opened with a single flap
Call out to my brother, you hurry up]
It’s unknown where Mavis found this little tune on the internet.
Originally a love song, her childish and adorable voice turned it into a playful song, like a little sister teasing her brother.
The bright sunlight shone on the head of the bed as Lincoln listened to Mavis’ pleasant singing, finally getting out from under the covers.
After a hurried breakfast and a wash, he left the house just as Yue Pengju was pushing open the door.
This was, of course, no coincidence. According to Yue Pengju, his behavior was predictable, and since they lived close and his voice was quite loud, he could always appear just as Lincoln was leaving the house.
As they exited the elevator, they saw an old man carrying a large pile of architectural models. Perhaps because the models were blocking his view, the old man’s models were blocked by the door, and in an instant, they crashed to the ground.
Lincoln and Yue Pengju went over to help, squatting down to help pick up the pieces.
The old man quickly expressed his gratitude.
Lincoln looked at the models on the ground and asked, “Old Master, you have quite a unique hobby. Are these assembled architectural models?”
“Yes, there were so many ancient buildings damaged during the years of war. I want to call on students and the public to pay more attention to the protection of ancient buildings, so I made these models,” the old man sighed heavily.
“Now that they’re broken like this, it’ll take several days to fix them.”
Seeing the scattered model pieces on the ground, Lincoln felt tempted to assemble them, like when playing with LEGO.
He thought for a mont and asked, “Old Master, may I have your na?”
“Leonard,” the old man replied, his eyes on the scattered models, clearly lacking enthusiasm.
Lincoln, on the other hand, was quite eager. “Old Master Liang, my na is Lincoln, and I’m quite skilled at assembling things. Just the other day, I put together a 19th-century loom. Besides, I’m very interested in ancient architecture. Why not give a chance? Leave your contact information, and when I’m back, I’ll co find you to reassemble these together?”
Leonard looked at the young man in front of him. “You’re interested in ancient architecture?”
“Of course, they’re all precious national treasures that must be well protected.”
Lincoln’s words were not just an act of kindness; the loss of many valuable ancient buildings to war and decay from neglect was indeed heartbreaking.
Both parties, happy to have found a like-minded individual, exchanged contact information after tidying up the models but needed to part ways since Lincoln had an appointnt with the driving school.
Yue Pengju drove Lincoln to the driving school, but Lincoln’s mind was preoccupied with sothing other than getting his driver’s license.
Lincoln wasn’t too worried about the driver’s license exam, as he had been a driver in his previous life and just needed to retake the test. The only challenging part might be the written portion, which required him to study and morize, but the rest of the subjects posed no pressure.
At the mont, what occupied his mind were the ancient architectural models made by the old man.
“Assembling” is such a classic puzzle ga format, whether it’s assembling models, LEGO, or jigsaw puzzles – they’re all widely loved activities.. So why not let people use their creativity in a virtual world and piece together their own world?
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