Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 143 Painter Wang Hao, no way!Players work overtime, okay!

In the second world, since the 22nd century, the concept of "Metaverse" was born from the virtual network, bringing transformative development to the information age of the Blue Star Federation.Scientific research, people's livelihood, military affairs, information exchange... the virtual second world linking the whole blue star is like a wild horse running wild.From the beginning of the body to the filling of the skeleton to [-]% of human activities are inseparable from the 'second world'.

It deeply affects the situation of Blue Star's diversified world.

The existence of the second virtual world cooperates with an "open movement of culture and knowledge industry" originating from the Eastern materialist faction countries.

The confrontation between the two extremes of equality and materialism ended, and the world tended to be unified in the 22nd century.

The small black box, a century-old reputation that has been iterated to almost completely confidential software, is rooted in the second world.It is also the first choice for high-level people to communicate secretly.

Small things are discussed at the conference, and big things are discussed in small meetings. Under the standard meeting attitude, a small meeting was initiated by James, the Minister of Materialistic Secret Players.

In a cuboid room of only [-] square meters, the crystal chandelier hanging in the center is bright like a small sun. The main tone of silver and white is technological, and the paintings on the walls are lifelike. While showing the unique charm to the participants, the atmosphere also The dignity of the town.

Even though everyone was acquaintances, no one took the initiative to say hello, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere was weird.

The reason is simple, Shitu's art is too advanced.

After all the personnel arrived, the tormented atmosphere lasted for a long time.

On the left row of the conference table, a middle-aged man with a high nose and eagle eyes had no choice but to speak, and complained to the host.

"James, although I am very happy to participate in this small meeting for the distribution of benefits for cute players, but next time, the right to create a room should not be thrown on your bad interest."

"Well, I agree too." The other people beside them finally stopped being distracted, and nodded frantically in relief, dispelling the embarrassment caused by hanging the painting.

"+1"

"Old Zhan, your taste is too bad, it smells like the foot wrap of the lady next door." The man with the square face teased and smiled.

Obviously, for most people, the 'colorfulness' of the conference hall is a bit overwhelming.

"Oh no, Bud, Sir Lin, you can't deny the art in my mind, at least for God's sake."

Minister James, who was seated at the top, exclaimed and raised his hands in an exaggerated tone.

It seems that the sacred hobbies in his mind were tarnished by his friends. James wanted to explain. As a perennial anti-stress member of the materialist faction, he is not abnormal, and some unique hobbies are normal.

"God's pass is expired here, James, and God, the old man will not approve a beautiful anime picture of a girl in a swimsuit." A cold female voice suddenly sounded in the meeting.

"That's just a modal particle, Miss Atang." James shrugged nonchalantly.

"Maybe an artbook of my favorites will reassure everyone? Believe me, it's objectively the pinnacle of anime graphics right now."

"Take your art book and go to hell James! It's three o'clock in the morning here, if you don't talk about business, I'm going to fall asleep in the game cabin." Maybe it's jet lag half a continent away, or maybe it's because Surrounded by all kinds of 'colorful' hanging paintings, Bud suddenly opened his mouth, looking a lot more anxious.

His full name is Bud Enoch, and he is the president of the Life Consortium.There is a nephew named Benson Enoch, who is known as: Blue Star's Most Brave の Line of Defense - Idealistic Shengquan Cuisine.

As for why the life consortium of the equality faction sent the president to attend the meeting of the materialist faction...

Isn't it common sense to hedge your bets?

Bud was forced to work as 007. During the day, he was tortured by the affairs of the Life Consortium and his nephew Ke Xicai. At night, he slept in the game cabin and had to work and hold meetings. By the way, he met his friend James and was brainwashed by him again.

His face was black and dripping with oil.

"Hey, Bud, be patient and take a good look." James continued to persuade his good brother as if he was unknown.

"It is the existence of these works of art that makes it convenient for everyone to launder money, isn't it? We must learn to relax after work. This is the secret that I have not been admitted to a mental hospital so far."

With that said, James continued to cast meaningful eyes. "Bud, you seem to be in poor spirits. You are too tired from work and occasionally have to combine work and rest. If it's not possible, I have contact information for several good mental hospitals in the east."

The ability to control emotions becomes poor, which is a common symptom caused by standard long-term sleep deprivation.

His friend was clearly concerned about the day when he would be sent to a mental hospital, and Bud had a bruised vein on his forehead.

Hawkeye stared out with a fierce sense of oppression, unable to bear it, and introduced a mental hospital. Even if he really lived in a mental hospital, he would not become a social terrorist like James.

For this kind of person, the best way is to ignore him.

Bud closed his mouth resolutely, and turned to look at Lin Zhi, the real person in charge of the meeting.

"This will not be a testimony to deprive your room of fictional rights, James, I will open the small black box room next time." At this time, Lin Zhi, who was sitting at the other end of the conference table and facing James, said slowly, interrupted their conversation.

Lin Zhi, a special assistant, is responsible for coordinating the interests of the player group and the high-level executives. He does not directly participate in the operation of the player group. He is James' equal boss.

Lin Zhi looked indifferent, brushing his fingers over the mural on the table in front of him, savoring something unexpectedly.

Even people who don't know how to paint can marvel at the authenticity and delicacy of this style of painting.

The title is "Girls' Tea Party". Several girls who only exist in fantasies gather in a grass field in the wild. Girls with different postures are vividly flying on the paper. The artist's imagination is excellent. The plants look full of fantasy colors, probably for reference Collected the plant information compiled by the players in Qunxing.

"The author's name...Wang Baigao, what a stunning style of painting, this kind of color matching is very novel."

Lin Zhi pinched the painting with his fingertips, with a smile on his face.

It's rare to hear praise from old friends, and James doesn't care about the right to create the environment in the room for the next meeting.

"Right, Lin, let me tell you, this painter named Wang Baigao is simply a genius. He started to be active two years ago, tried various new styles and never failed. Countless ideas."

Obsessed with describing the artist's talent, James was not shy about admiring it.

"I saw killing for the first time, yes, that's the feeling, you will fall in love with it just by looking at it."

Some people spend their whole lives just chasing inspiration for a moment, but he was born with another world, developing a new style from scratch, leaving behind a good work after painting, and never being nostalgic like a playful one.

It's a pity that anime painting is still a niche subject.

"Speaking of which, this painter is not only a painting genius, he is also on the list of our players who are promoted to the reserve team."

Racking his brains to praise Wang Baibao's artist in front of his colleagues, James thought of this and said it together.

"Oh? Reserve?"

Hearing that Lin Zhi became a little interested, the player was promoted to the reserve force, which was used to fill the reserve army of the "Stars" player group, in order to adapt to the "Rules of the Stars" and select a list composed of all civilized young talents.

The people on the list are all of great intelligence, good conduct, and clean identities.

"Yes, player reserve. I once got to know that young man. His real name is Wang Hao. It's a pity that he prefers to live his own life."

Speaking of this, James' tone was regretful.

When it comes to work, he will not use public power because of his personal hobbies, so he did not forcibly interfere with the work, but only watched the report from a distance.

"If he can enter the player group, he must be a good seed. With the original 30x speed drawing of the stars, he will definitely be able to draw more..."

"Ahem! James, the chatter between acquaintances ends here. He is just a young talented painter. He is unwilling to climb up even if given a chance, which means that everyone is not the same way."

In a federation that believes in equality, the special status of the player group comes in exchange for taking responsibility.

I don't know how many Blue Star people have no way to become players, but there are always a few people who don't want to have a relationship with players.

Lin Zhi cleared his throat and did not want to say more about this topic. He knocked on the table regularly with his index finger, and then rang the bell with a hammer, symbolizing the official start of the meeting.

"Right now, everyone here represents the forces behind us. Let's discuss the keynote for tomorrow's conference."

Out of thin air, he clicked on the system panel, and Lin Zhi took out the manuscript he had already written.

Thousands of words are eloquently written, several main and sub-headings clearly write the content of the meeting, roughly recall the top and bottom, and organize the wording in the mouth.

"First of all, let's take the recent incident as an example. There was a lot of movement about the player's 'overtime' this afternoon. There are signs that he is fulfilling the value he had at the beginning of the negotiation, but we don't think it is equal to him. He deserves more. Good treatment, we need to win over from a deep level."

No matter how good a small painter is, he can't "work overtime" as a player who brings real benefits.

The corner of Lin Zhi's mouth hooked into a smile, he was the one who suggested the original invitation to 'work overtime'.

The ability to 'work overtime' has very different effects in the hands of individuals and in the hands of factions, and now this benefit is already guaranteed to them.

Not to mention that he has long been labeled as a half-materialist faction, as long as James is not stingy with benefits, how can people run away!
Whether it is ideological identity or interests, they can have the best.

After all, the orthodoxy of egalitarianism lies in materialism, where he can get more room for development, and he will choose the materialist faction no matter the situation or reason.

Will he refuse a set of combined punches?

He will not!
Lin Zhi was full of confidence.

　Today is 520, a date with my own novel.

　　Tomorrow 521, Saturday, MOD in the group will be online, colorful series of MOD.

　　(Secretly, Baihu was online with a group of friends last week, Lingfei entered the virtual world and met Xiaoyuan, Maomao is demented, life is 50 years, like a dream is like an illusion, in 2099, the rent collector turned me into a firework.)
　　
　
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