Chapter 260: Chapter 172 He’s Here for Charity, Right? (Second Update)_1
The next day, Huang Ping was the first to arrive at the studio.
Ever since Sanmiao started treating the studio as its ho, Fang Cheng Studio had installed an electronic lock, and since then, they just had to let Sanmiao take care of opening and closing the studio each day.
When Huang Ping first saw Sanmiao, he even doubted if it was secretly a border collie because the little cat was too clever.
It strictly adhered to the office hours, dutifully opening and closing the doors every day, making sure that nobody worked overti.
It kept an eye on everyone’s water consumption, and if it noticed soone was too absorbed in work to rember to drink water, the cat would jump in front of their screen and stare at them motionlessly until they got up to drink.
Quitting ti was even more terrifying. If you didn’t want to leave when ti was up, the kitty would start fiddling with the power button of your computer, causing a panic with each poke until you saved your work and shut down.
With Sanmiao’s addition, Xu Qingling’s workload had dropped again, now everyday was becoming more relaxed.
Arriving just in ti at the studio, Huang Ping saw soone curled up at the door.
He had thought it might be Boss Gao from downstairs coming up for a visit, but as he got closer, Huang Ping realized it was actually a girl he had never seen before.
Her short hair was ssy, her clothes seed rather unfashionable, but her features were delicate and pretty, the kind that would look quite nice with a bit of grooming.
She was dozing against the wall, covered with a thin blanket that appeared to belong to Sanmiao.
Huang Ping didn’t approach rashly but instead took out his phone ready to call the police. Then he saw the door open and Sanmiao elegantly co out, nipping at Huang Ping’s trouser leg to indicate everything was fine.
Pointing to the girl who was still sound asleep, Huang Ping asked in confusion, “What’s she here for?”
Sanmiao dove under the girl’s blanket and soon ca out with a resu in its mouth.
“Oh, here for an interview, from Wulong Technology…”
Wulong Technology was a ga company that even Tianyi felt inferior to.
Huang Ping had had the privilege of eting its leader. He was said to have started in the coal business, with both Panlong and Wolong residing within him, very ostentatious. He was also notoriously unreliable, never signing contracts upon starting work: they’d only sign once the ga developnt team made a profit.
The company began with browser gas, and at its peak employed seven hundred people. They were hiring new staff virtually every day, and just as many people were let go daily.
The company had nearly a hundred studios under its na. Whenever a browser ga beca popular, they would ruthlessly clone and reskin it. If it succeeded, they’d continue skinning; if it failed, they’d find another ga to copy.
The average employee tenure was less than six months; anyone who lasted a year was considered a veteran, eligible to lead their own project.
The girl in front of them, nad Lin Nan, had stayed there for a full three years.
She had been working at Wolong since she graduated from college, had gone through all the major job types related to ga planning, and her most recent positions, which had lasted for a good year, were copy planning and level design.
But what surprised Huang Ping the most was her unique experience.
[Independently completed the ga “Letter,” which won second place in the Tianyi Ga Contest.]
“The author of ‘Letter’…”
Seeing this item, Huang Ping beca interested in her.
The erstwhile delicate Lin Nan now seed to be glowing brightly.
It wasn’t long before Fang Cheng and Xu Qingling arrived.
Seeing the person at the door, Xu Qingling curiously asked, “Boss Gao? Why would he be here?”
“Miss Xu, we ca up together in the elevator,” Gao Tianyun followed up, sowhat reluctantly.
“Oh, then why are you here?”
“We had such a nice chat, I ca up by mistake. I’ll go down now. Let’s have dinner together soti.”
After seeing off Gao Tianyun, Xu Qingling looked at Lin Nan, who was still deep in sleep, and asked, “Who is she?”
“The author of ‘Letter,’ here for an interview,” Huang Ping answered.
“I see, let’s bring her inside then.”
Tucking her in with the blanket, Xu Qingling crouched down, then with a graceful movent, effortlessly picked her up.
The held Lin Nan continued to sleep soundly, and was thus carried into the bed in the break room. All she did in the anti was roll over and then resu sleeping.
She only woke up due to hunger at noon, and upon seeing the ti on her phone, she let out a scream.
In a rush, she stood and ran towards the door, only to hit it and nearly burst into tears from the pain.
Clutching her head, she staggered out of the break room, and, carelessly, directly fell onto the floor.
By the ti she struggled to stand up, she realized that everyone in the office was looking at her with grave expressions.
At that mont, Lin Nan knew what it was to wish for death.
She covered her face, hating how robust she was for not fainting from those two collisions.
When she was eventually led into the conference room, her face covered with an ice pack, she looked entirely gloomy.
Across from her, after reading her resu, Fang Cheng asked, “Miss Lin.”
“I’m sorry…”
“There’s no need to start off with an apology.”
“I’m extrely sorry…”
Seeing Lin Nan already blaming herself, Fang Cheng shook his head, ready to switch the topic.
“Miss Lin, did you create the ga ‘Letter’ all by yourself?”
When Fang Cheng brought up her proud achievent, Lin Nan finally perked up a bit, lifting her head excitedly to say, “Yes. ‘Letter’ was an idea I had back in university. Later, when I saw that Tianyi was conducting a ga contest, I took it out and refined it a bit. I majored in literature in college, and at the ti, I was contemplating how to combine words with gas, and the result was ‘Letter.'”
Reviews
All reviews (0)