In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games.

Chapter 32 It Was You
Sunday night, seven forty-five.

Lao Wang stared at his computer screen.

The video has been sorted out, as long as you upload it, you can turn yourself into a salary king and make this fire even more prosperous.

His finger was on the "Release" button. This action made Lao Wang feel a bit like a sword-wielding person, which made him faintly excited.

After an afternoon of deliberation, he is still hesitating whether he is too reckless to make a wrong decision; but he also feels that he has been waiting for this moment for too long, so long that he almost forgets what passion is felt it.

If he did it, he might regret it; if he didn't, he would definitely regret it!
"The boy was in the second grade until his death." Old Wang sighed with emotion.

Just when he was about to press the button, his business specialist suddenly sent a message: "Mr. Wang, read the huge blog!"

Letting go, Pharaoh opened the giant in doubt, found the B station he was concerned about, and then saw that the other party simply posted a notification.

"I'm very sorry. Due to some system errors, we accidentally blocked the videos of some accounts. Now that the technical problem has been fixed, we sincerely apologize to the affected accounts and deeply reflect on it. We promise that we will not Repeat."

There is no meme, no programmer is fired, but the smaller the word count, the bigger the matter, which shows that a bigger big shot has spoken.

Immediately logging on to the platform, Lao Wang found that all the previous videos related to "Spreading Traditional Culture Begins with Me" were restored, and the platform even created a special entry on the homepage of the website as his own compensation.

The reversal of the matter caught Lao Wang off guard, and made him realize that in places he didn't know, a war was quietly unfolding and ending quietly.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the so-called technical failure does not exist, but the platform has already given a step, and they don't need to be aggressive.

Everyone tacitly understood this, and silently enjoyed this victory. The number of videos broadcast on related topics doubled again, and Pingping's mother and others received more benefits.

In addition, there are also videos that start to explain why some people can finish the game and some people can't.

There are various explanations, but there are several explanations that are more reliable, that is, people who can continue to play must have a strong will or psychological defects.

Strong consciousness can allow players to resist the horror hints in the game, while psychological defects can ignore this horror, and even turn terror into spiritual healing.

Some psychologists began to study the mechanism of the game, and said that this mechanism is related to hypnosis and dream therapy. This game should have achieved this by mistake, and more detailed research needs to be further developed.

This will be an opportunity to treat related diseases, and it is also a small miracle brought by the game.

And this miracle will further affect people's views on the game, and slowly reverse the bad impression of the game.

Lao Wang also enjoyed a wave of bonuses. This time's outspoken words made his number of fans increase again, and he secured the first echelon.

"Mr. Wang, as your compensation, the previous videos don't need to be deleted, and the previous preferential conditions will still take effect. So don't talk about quitting the Internet, it's scary."

The business commissioner has the right to see the unpublished videos of the account, so Lao Wang is not surprised why the other party knows that he wants to quit the Internet.

After being polite to the other party, Lao Wang opened the chat box of "Living Immortal", wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Obviously, the contact with the other party is only a few days, but Lao Wang has the feeling that he has known the other party for a long time.

In the end, he simply typed: "The matter is resolved, please contact me if you need anything."

"it is good."

The living immortal replied briefly, and then went offline again.

Staring at the blackened head, Old Wang smiled, then put down the mouse, looked at the night sky outside, and felt extremely happy inside.

The next day, Monday.

After a busy Sunday, Fangcheng Studio ushered in another tiring Monday.

In the studio, Fang Cheng was the first to come.

He stared at the screen, frowning at the players' comments on the game "Spread...".

"Don't dare to play, but the stories inside are quite good."

"The organic combination of folklore and horror, some stories seem warm but are scary when you think about them, and some stories look scary but are warm when you think about them."

"I like the story about the third night, but I don't like it happening on the ninth floor, because I live on the ninth floor!"

"I like the story of Ask Mi. If possible, I would like to ask my deceased grandma, is there really a golden rice bowl under the cesspit in my hometown? If so, I will risk it."

The reactions of the players run counter to what Fangcheng wanted, and the educational effect he hopes to achieve cannot be said to be non-existent, and it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

Sure enough, it is very difficult to make games.

After turning off the screen, Fang Cheng sighed, and then went to the tea room on this floor to water his spirit grass to change his mood.

The spiritual grass is planted on the side of the tea room. The emerald green spiritual grass is full of water and is green and glistening under the sunlight. It can be a greeting gift for the employees at any time, and the natural fat of Mr. Shen's hair.

"Boss, it's so early."

Little Douzi floated in like a mural against the wall.

His dark circles looked more pronounced.

Prepared a cup of strong coffee for himself, he drank it down, and then muttered: "This coffee is boring."

"I think it's better for you to ask for leave and go home to sleep." Fang Cheng said sincerely, "Don't worry, there's nothing to do today, no wages will be deducted."

"I don't go to work for money, but to admire your honor, boss. By the way, there is a particularly scary horror game recently. Have you played it, boss? The name is "Unspeakable Culture". I watched it all day this weekend. Still watching it before going to work."

"...No. I've never heard of that name before."

"I suggest to the boss that you don't play, just watch the video, it's very exciting. No, I have to go to sleep, and I will adjust the value when I wake up."

Watching Xiaodouzi leave, Fang Cheng once again reflected on whether there was a problem with his game thinking.

Not long after, Xu Qingling also yawned and walked into the tea room, and made herself a cup of coffee.

Leaning on the coffee table beside her, Xu Qingling sipped her coffee lightly, and said weakly: "Boss, are you taking care of your leeks again?"

"It's spiritual grass... Well, it's also a leek, but it's a leek with spirituality."

"It's still leeks, but it looks better."

"...You're right. You look sleepy. Didn't you get a good rest this weekend?"

"Well, I went to find my grandfather, and then I heard him tell the story of the day. What's the matter, boss, why do you keep looking at me?"

Staring at Xu Qingling, Fang Cheng had a sudden whim, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, which made him instantly understand who should be responsible for changing his fate yesterday.

It was you.

　Thank you for the 100-point reward from Eternal Venerable, the 100-point reward from Fantasy Dreamer, and the 20230225113126766-point reward from book friend 100, thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)