Planetary Civilization of Online Games

In any industry, there are always some people who are not the top figures, the most dazzling light, and the famous name. The income is a secret, but the number is definitely not many.

And in the circle of gamers, there are of course people like this. These people will stand up and reveal their names casually, and they will attract the attention of others. Maybe they are entangled with the god-level guild in a certain game to the end, but they are still failed masters.

It was also in a certain game, when dominating the rivers and lakes, the last contender, maybe in a certain classic game, in the final battle, the player with infinite glory, ended up becoming someone else's wedding dress.

That's right, this group of people are the bones under the king's feet, and the shadows behind the successful ones. They are not lacking in wisdom, have perseverance, and understand all kinds of experiences in online games.

A group of failed top masters, a group of people who are only one or two steps away from success, is such a group of people, some of them are grouped together to work for various companies.

They are all old people, and they are not as energetic as newcomers, but they have combat power that newcomers don't have, and they don't have the arrogant temper treatment of gold medal gamers, but they should not be underestimated.

This group of people doesn't want to fight for anything anymore. They have strength and tacit understanding, and they can see everything. In addition, game companies can't rely on newcomers for everything.

For example, after entering the game, they cooperated for a common mission, but because they did not have enough understanding and trust, the mission eventually failed, causing damage to the company and losing credibility in front of the employer.

Of course, it will take time to cultivate a few employees who have a tacit understanding and mutual trust, but that task may only take one day, and those so-called golden players.

Either it's the company's brand name, don't enter the game at all, or once you enter the game, the price is high, and doing tasks is simply giving money, so this group of losers after the masters is the most suitable.

They don't need names, as long as they have the right price, in the designated game, within the time, complete the task, have the fighting power of a top master, and are only a little more expensive than novices.

As Zhou Long spoke, he saw the wall, which was Xia Die's room, and saw a few pieces of paper hanging on the wall. Zhou Long walked over curiously, and everyone around him was digesting what Zhou Long said.

"Mouse, how much is the price?" Zhou Long was watching, but Fatty Huang's voice sounded behind him, "Don't you believe me?" Zhou Long said, turning his head abruptly.

But I found that Fatty Huang, Wan Ru, Xia Die, and Jian Ling were all looking at him, with those eyes, as if saying: "You understand," "I really didn't say that much," Zhou Long said: "What Yin Jian said You heard it too,"

"Deaf man, how many years do you plan to work in?" Fatty Huang suddenly asked a little formally. This is a sensitive question, and it also concerns the future of the two of them.

They are all people who are rushing to reach their [-]s, and neither of them is low-minded. In the game industry, I can still work for a few years. In a few years, there will be an influx of newcomers.

Whether he is continuing to be an ordinary employee, or continuing to climb up shamelessly, "I don't know, it depends on the situation," Zhou Long said to Fatty Huang, and then looked at the wall again after speaking.

There were some papers pasted on it, which seemed to say something like resources, "Don't look at it," Ruan Ru suddenly ran over with his mouth in his mouth, and blocked Zhou Long in front of him.

That expression seemed to be hiding some peerless secret, "I don't even look at it," Zhou Long turned around and said, "Why have you been working for so many years?" This was asking Fatty Huang.

"Three years, if I don't succeed in three years, I'll change my industry. You know that in games, three years is a long time, enough to replace many people. We can't compete with newcomers if we fight physically," Fatty Huang said in an orderly manner. .

"[-] years..." Zhou Long said, as if he was measuring the length of time.

"Let's go play," Lu Ziqiao said, and pulled Jian Ling out, Xiao Huang also followed, Wang Gai didn't leave, and usually Wan Qing didn't leave, he wouldn't leave.

This often made everyone feel that the two had an ulterior secret. At the beginning, Wang Gai kept denying, "Will this group of people join a union, such as the wild wolf union?" Wan Qing asked standing aside.

The voice is so gentle that no one will feel that this is an interrogation. Of course, Zhou Long only blames this on the woman's curiosity, "Their composition is very complicated. He didn't say that he would join any trade union, but that they all What kind of union did you come from, the wild wolf union or something, it's all just in the past," Zhou Long said.

"Well, then these people should know a lot," Wan Qing asked immediately.

"A lot, in each game, there are a lot of gossip, conspiracies, and inside stories," Zhou Long said in detail. Usually, people like them have many stories.

"Including the Wild Wolf Union," Wang Gai suddenly interjected, with an excited look on his face, or a look of concern on his face, as if he was very concerned about this matter.

"You..." Wan Qing seemed to be looking at Wang Gai very angry. The anger on his face was definitely a flirting look in the eyes of the surrounding people, and of course there was a trace of reproach in his eyes.

Perhaps because she was afraid that the excessive attention would arouse others' suspicion, Wan Qing looked at Wang Gai's dissatisfied expression, as if he shouldn't intervene when she was talking, as if this was just a matter between lovers.

"It should be included," Zhou Long said, and Wan Qing took Wang Gai's arm exaggeratedly, and took him out, "Okay, I should go too," Zhou Long said, and was about to go out.

"Wait," Wan Ru said as he walked over, his outstretched arms blocked his front, the little white rabbit on his chest bulged, and looked at Zhou Long in a daze for a moment.

"Is it E or F?" Zhou Long murmured in his heart, "Why don't you let me go, you like me." It was just a joke, but Zhou Long blushed when he saw Wan Ru's face.

"No way," Wan Ru said, "I'm saying you don't fall in my eyes, and this girl doesn't like you," she said in a high-pitched voice, but her little face turned even redder.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Long couldn't continue talking. The sudden chill behind him had already enveloped Zhou Long's whole body. Immediately there was a catastrophe.

"Why do you want me to stay?" Zhou Long turned around and said, then sat on a chair beside him. The chill was much less for a while, but it still existed. Of course, the chill was in Fatty Huang's eyes.

Or it could be said to be an imperceptible burst of aura in the body, which is an indescribable aura.

This is the aura that a man has when he likes a girl. A man with this aura can destroy anything in the world, including Zhou Long's body.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Long couldn't stand it anymore and said to Fatty Huang, "You won't be so loyal to the company," Fatty Huang said suspiciously.

"Loyalty can't be said, but you have to finish the time in the contract," Zhou Long said.

"Hey brother, if there is any good treatment over there, tell me about it, and I will go too," Fatty Huang said, rushing over, with a flattering expression on his face, as if he liked what Zhou Long had to say.

"Then what kind of treatment, no?" Zhou Long said lazily.

"Cut, don't talk about dragging it," Fatty Huang said that he sat down in his original position, but his glasses still stared at Zhou Long, for fear that Zhou Long would do something, of course it was related to Wan Ru.

"Say," Wan Ru said.

"What are you talking about, you two have discussed it, right? I'm going to tell you what, what are you talking about," Zhou Long said a little angrily.

"Tell me about the rewards you got in the game," Wan Ru said.

"A lot. The first thing I got was a souvenir of a certain shooting game, and the second one was a membership card of the Women's Health Club. I sold it to my mother. Hahaha, I'm talented. Put it," Zhou Long said with a smile.

But still didn't smile a few times, and closed his mouth, "Who wants to know your first time, the second time?" Wan Ru said slowly, her little face was still a little red.

"Then how many times do you want to know?" Zhou Long said in surprise.

"You, sister Xia, your husband is a bully," just as soon as Wan Ru said the words, Zhou Long and Xia Die, who had been silent beside him, immediately saw layers of black lines on your forehead.

"Speak well," Xia Die said with a resentful glance at Zhou Long. Of course, this was seen by outsiders, but Zhou Long saw a trace of murderous intent in that look.

This kind of eyes can only be seen by two people, "Speak," said as if he had Shang Fang's sword, the curiosity on his face, he just wanted to know what Zhou Long got.

"Then you answer my question first," Zhou Long said.

"Say," Wan Ru said very confidently, as if she was not afraid of Zhou Long asking any questions, she was not afraid at all, "If I can't answer, I won't say anything," Zhou Long said, "Well," Wan Ru nodded in response, With a cute face.

"Why do you want to know what I got, or who wants to know," Zhou Long asked slowly, "What, I just want to know, I have a little admiration for you, I just want to know what you got in the word game What," Wan Ru said slowly.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at a star whom he still admired, and at this moment Zhou Long could already feel that the chill had almost become a materialized entity.

"Cough cough," two coughs suddenly sounded, and Fatty Huang coughed loudly, as if he was suffering from asthma, and he couldn't stop coughing one after another.

"Die," Wan Ru said, turning his head and yelling at Fatty Huang. The room was quiet for a while, anyway, Zhou Long didn't dare to speak. Anyone who speaks now will definitely be the target of attack.

And the scene was so quiet that one could even hear the breathing of a few people. Of course, there was that fat man's chest rising and falling rapidly. It must be that there were intense emotions brewing.