deltrittennovels #486 - Play "Greedy Red Moon" and reach the peak of your life!
#486 - Play "Greedy Red Moon" and reach the peak of your life!
However, just as Tang Ping was about to challenge a wild BOSS, he suddenly yawned.
It turned out he was tired of playing, so he decided to leave the computer.
At this moment, the game environment around him transformed into his home.
With a long yawn, Tang Ping's gaze gradually drifted away from the virtual world of the game, and the real environment suddenly reappeared before his eyes.
His eyes first swept across the old monitor in front of him, the screen displaying the login interface of a well-known online game. Looking around, a messy bachelor apartment came into view.
Empty bottles, cans, and fast-food boxes were scattered all over the floor, filling the entire room with a cheap, greasy smell. The sofa where Tang Ping was sitting was also piled with various dirty clothes, both dry and damp, even mixed with some unknown stains. On one side of the sofa leaned several stacks of unorganized magazines and comics.
The desk was the most concentrated area of mess, with the laptop itself and its external monitor, as well as a series of game peripherals, figures, mouse pads, and other items, all in a chaotic arrangement. The desktop was also covered with various empty bottles, cans, food scraps, and snack wrappers, making one wonder just how low this single otaku's survival skills were.
Tang Ping leaned back on the sofa, one hand still holding the game controller, and the other holding a half-opened bag of potato chips, occasionally popping one into his mouth. He was only wearing a thin vest on his upper body and a pair of worn-out boxer shorts on his lower body, lazily sinking into the sofa.
The air conditioner blew out cold air continuously, making his half-naked body feel a little chilly, so he stretched lazily again and gave a small, comfortable yawn.
This made him notice that a variety show was playing on the TV screen. It seemed he had casually turned on this channel while playing the game. The TV volume was turned up high, and at the moment, it was endlessly broadcasting the shameless rants of some celebrity.
Some other household items were scattered around the room, such as a cold takeout box on a small table. Under the table was a laundry basket filled with the scent of laundry detergent.
In the corner of the wall leaned a large open trash can, filled with disposable lunch boxes, wine bottles, newspapers, advertising flyers, and other various household waste. And not far from this trench-like trash can, an expensive game controller lay powerlessly, covered in a thin layer of dust.
The entire room exuded a stale smell of nicotine and game dust that only single men could release, combined with the mess and dirt, making it almost unimaginable that this was the residence of a respectable citizen.
But for Tang Ping, all of this seemed to be the living environment he was most accustomed to. He lazily chewed on the potato chips in his mouth, contentedly sinking into the sofa, enjoying all of this unconventionality.
After all, in the game, he was an omnipotent superhero. He was already used to this kind of lying-flat life in reality, and he was not ashamed but proud of it.
Tang Ping yawned again and opened the safe in the room.
"All my assets are here..."
Tang Ping looked at his savings accumulated over the years with satisfaction, all of which he had prepared to marry a wife:
A gold bar,
A gold ring,
A gold necklace,
A men's diamond ring,
A women's diamond ring,
A Swiss watch,
A bottle of Moutai...
Sanren instantly understood: "Oh... I see, when we don't have money to recharge in the future, we can take these things out."
The barrage was amused: "Hahaha... Good fellow, you're going to dig out the roots of the leeks..."
Sanren: "I still have money in the bank, let's take out a gold bar first."
...
After Sanren made Tang Ping go to bed, Tang Ping quickly had a dream.
In the dream, the celebrity Zha Zhahui who advertised for this web game appeared again.
Zha Zhahui: "Hahaha, didn't I say, at eight o'clock tonight, I'll be waiting for you in the imperial city!"
Tang Ping: "But it's not 8 o'clock now..."
He remembered something and continued to ask: "Speaking of which, is this game you endorse reliable? Can you really make money?"
Zha Zhahui: "Of course, I am an international movie star, how can the things I endorse be fake."
Tang Ping nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, the things endorsed by celebrities should not be bad."
Zha Zhahui: "Don't worry, you can come to me if there is a problem."
Tang Ping scratched his head: "Then how can I make money? I need money urgently now."
Zha Zhahui: "You need to keep getting stronger and stronger in the game to make money... Don't worry, the game has just begun."
...
The next morning, Tang Ping was still in a dream when the phone rang beside him.
When Tang Ping saw who was calling, he immediately perked up. The caller was Xiaomei.
It should be said that Xiaomei was the reason why he decided to play this legendary web game.
Tang Ping is already thirty-five years old this year, but he is still single and unmarried. Relatives and friends around him have been helping to introduce him to potential partners.
He finally introduced a girl named Xiaomei, and they looked pleasing to each other.
As a result, Xiaomei and her family insisted on a bride price of 300,000, not a penny less.
Tang Ping couldn't come up with so much savings at all.
Just when he was at a loss, he saw an advertisement for this game "Greedy Red Moon" on his computer.
The advertisement said that this game recycles equipment and returns real money, and it arrives in seconds!
Tang Ping immediately felt that as long as he played well, rounding it up, he could even make money in the game, so he downloaded the game...
"How is it? Have you figured out a way for the bride price? You must give me an answer, my youth can't be delayed..."
"That... that..."
"You really can't even come up with 300,000?"
Xiaomei's voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient.
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"Who said that? It's just 300,000! There is a way, there must be a way!"
Tang Ping nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Okay, then I'll wait a few more days, if you can't come up with it by then, don't come looking for me."
...
Today is a working day, Tang Ping has to go to work.
Sanren stretched: "Damn, what kind of work should I do? It's so boring to go to work, I still have to play games, the wife's money all depends on the game to earn."
But there was no way, he hadn't achieved financial freedom by playing "Greedy Red Moon" yet, so he had to pinch his nose and go to work.
Tang Ping's company is an appearance company, and his position is a clerk.
Pushing open the company door, Tang Ping was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. It can be said that it is a tense and hot working atmosphere, and the degree of workplace involution far exceeds his imagination!
What came into view was a dense office area like a honeycomb, with dozens of long desks arranged neatly. Each seat was occupied by a diligent employee. Without exception, they all lowered their heads and buried themselves in work, as focused as robots operating.
The employees here are so hardworking and put in so much effort that it is amazing. They typed vigorously on the keyboard, frantically entering data; or they stared at the computer screen, constantly switching windows and folders in their hands; others were busy printing, copying, and passing documents, or buried their heads in phone headsets for long periods of time talking about various work states, converging into an extremely hot scene.
Even those sparsely vacated seats will be filled immediately in the next second. The entire office area is full of people, and the energy of exhaustion is everywhere. From time to time, you can hear the clerks answering their superiors loudly, or whispering to each other about work, resounding through the clouds!
What is even more amazing is that even in such a tight work rhythm, various folders, materials, and magazines are neatly placed on each employee's desk. Their computer screens also have several windows open at the same time, reading work materials while entering data, the density of which is really staggering!
And in the distance are the offices of those senior employees. There is also a chaotic working scene. All kinds of employees are focused on the computer, sometimes talking to themselves and thinking about problems, sometimes shouting loudly to their subordinates on the phone, and sometimes rushing to the conference room for meetings. One layer is followed by another, and the pressure of work is completely visible.
The most daunting thing is those upper-level managers and supervisors. They personally monitor the work of their subordinates, and from time to time they will loudly reprimand and scold employees, demanding that they work harder, with an extremely strict attitude. From time to time, employees are disturbed by these roars, and can't help but shiver, and their hands are shaking slightly!
What's more, some supervisors will patrol the office area in groups, personally reviewing and checking the data and documents of their subordinates. Their steps are powerful, and their searchlight-like eyes scan one by one. Every time they catch a subordinate who is neglecting their duties, they will scold them like a storm!
And in this high-pressure atmosphere, some supervisors still hold piles of documents, spitting and flying, and telling everyone about overtime matters. I saw many poor employees nodding helplessly, and their eyes were almost red and swollen!
Even the front desk and corridors reveal the company's diligent and combative atmosphere. The ladies at the front desk are answering endless calls, and their hands and feet are as fast as a clone. On the walls of the corridor, there are various combat slogans and work declarations, all showing the company's high-intensity exploitation of employees!
"Be vigilant at all times! Be sure to maintain the highest work enthusiasm!"
"Don't relax! Employees should supervise themselves and supervise each other!"
"Work hard, seize the day, whoever INPUTS the most is a workaholic!"
Looking at this scene, Tang Ping couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and his heart was filled with infinite despair for his working life. As expected, it is a well-known "capitalist beast den". In such an extremely harsh involution atmosphere, it is almost impossible to breathe!
Tang Ping just sat down in his seat, his butt was not hot yet, and the boss clapped his hands and asked everyone to go to the meeting room for a meeting.
The meeting room was quiet, and department manager Manager Yang looked around at everyone, with a righteous look on his face. He straightened his chest slightly, cleared his throat, and then slowly began to speak:
"Everyone, I believe you have all noticed it. Recently, the company's operations have indeed experienced some small twists and turns."
Manager Yang always speaks very charmingly, with a pleasant and moving tone. It seems that even the simplest words can be rendered with thousands of styles in his mouth. He paused, his eyes gently scanning everyone present like water: "Of course, this is just a small challenge for our business. Just like the spring breeze blowing across the earth, we will always encounter a brief rain."
"But we are all new seedlings that are growing out of this land, so we should not be shaken by a small rain." Manager Yang looked solemn and said word by word: "Therefore, the company's determination remains unwavering. We will continue to adhere to the highest standards as always, and give customers the best products and services, even if it will cause us some hardships and tribulations in the short term."
"Take you, for example, as the backbone of the company, the company's requirements for you will naturally be higher during this difficult period." He said, his tone becoming more intimate and gentle: "But please believe that this is not to squeeze and exploit everyone. On the contrary, I hope everyone sees this as a valuable opportunity to exercise themselves."
"Just like steel must be repeatedly quenched and polished, our will can become stronger and more fire-resistant. I admire the determination and perseverance you have shown in your work. However, I sincerely hope that during this period, everyone can take themselves to the next level and show their greatest value."
Manager Yang said here, and bowed sincerely to everyone: "Everyone has worked hard, I sincerely thank you for your contribution to the company. I also know that this undoubtedly adds a lot of burden to everyone, but I believe that after a period of hard work, we will be able to create a new world. Let us work together, work together, and overcome the current difficulties side by side!"
People go to high places, and water flows to low places. Manager Yang's generous speech is simply an inspiring truth! Everyone present was infected by his eloquent words, and the passion and fighting spirit in their hearts were rekindled! Some people began to nod frequently, and some were already sweating profusely. Everyone felt the company's ardent expectations for themselves, and they all made up their minds to do their best in this tribulation!
The poor office workers seemed completely unable to see through the company's boasting and coaxing, but instead deeply believed it! Manager Yang looked at the enthusiastic faces below with satisfaction, and his expression became more calm. Sure enough, these flowery words are still the most effective way to drive his subordinates to work hard!
Tang Ping didn't care about this set of PUA rhetoric, and continued to touch the fish on the office computer.
Sanren: "Touching the fish can actually get off work safely, damn it!"
After coming to the street, Tang Ping scratched his head. He was all focused on the game at work today, and he had no intention of working at all. His heart was itchy, so he simply went to the Internet cafe after get off work.
Tang Ping entered an Internet cafe on the corner.
Pushing open the old iron door, a thick cloud of smoke rushed towards him, and Tang Ping couldn't help coughing a few times. The environment of this corner Internet cafe really made him feel the nostalgic feelings of the Internet cafes in the early 21st century.
The first thing that caught my eye was the rising smoke swirling throughout the internet cafe. The air was thick with a heavy, smoky smell, seemingly addictive with just a few breaths. Beneath the hazy veil of smoke, slovenly dressed nerds were slumped everywhere, each vigorously puffing away in their cramped spaces.
The comment section exploded: "Damn, this internet cafe environment brings back so many memories!"