To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

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 home, 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 overtime.

It kept an eye on everyone’s water consumption, and if it noticed someone was too absorbed in work to remember to drink water, the cat would jump in front of their screen and stare at them motionlessly until they got up to drink.

Quitting time was even more terrifying. If you didn’t want to leave when time 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 time at the studio, Huang Ping saw someone 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 messy, her clothes seemed 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 come 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 came out with a resume in its mouth.

“Oh, here for an interview, from Wulong Technology…”

Wulong Technology was a game company that even Tianyi felt inferior to.

Huang Ping had had the privilege of meeting 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 game development team made a profit.

The company began with browser games, 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 name. Whenever a browser game became popular, they would ruthlessly clone and reskin it. If it succeeded, they’d continue skinning; if it failed, they’d find another game 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, named 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 game 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 game “Letter,” which won second place in the Tianyi Game Contest.]

“The author of ‘Letter’…”

Seeing this item, Huang Ping became interested in her.

The erstwhile delicate Lin Nan now seemed 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 came up together in the elevator,” Gao Tianyun followed up, somewhat reluctantly.

“Oh, then why are you here?”

“We had such a nice chat, I came up by mistake. I’ll go down now. Let’s have dinner together sometime.”

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 movement, 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 meantime was roll over and then resume sleeping.

She only woke up due to hunger at noon, and upon seeing the time 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 time she struggled to stand up, she realized that everyone in the office was looking at her with grave expressions.

At that moment, 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 resume, Fang Cheng asked, “Miss Lin.”

“I’m sorry…”

“There’s no need to start off with an apology.”

“I’m extremely sorry…”

Seeing Lin Nan already blaming herself, Fang Cheng shook his head, ready to switch the topic.

“Miss Lin, did you create the game ‘Letter’ all by yourself?”

When Fang Cheng brought up her proud achievement, 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 game contest, I took it out and refined it a bit. I majored in literature in college, and at the time, I was contemplating how to combine words with games, and the result was ‘Letter.'”