The other three groups are still trying to pass the level.

Number three and number four were playing that pixelated miniature parkour game. This game requires extremely fast reaction speed, and there are endless traps. In just a few minutes that Xiao Cheng and Fang He were watching, the miniature characters had already died four times.

"Have you discovered anything?"

Number three stopped to stretch his slightly sore wrists, and his younger brother took over the operation.

"There was a slight mishap." Xiao Cheng shook his head. "The game here isn't as simple as it looks."

"It's really difficult. I can't even get past this game in a short time," Number Three frankly admitted his failure.

As they were talking, the little figure on the screen died several more times. Number Four reluctantly released the controller and turned to look at them: "Brother, this won't work."

"If we can't get through, then forget it." Number Three waved his hand. "Don't keep struggling here. Let's look at something else."

The others were clearly not doing so well either.

The elite woman is playing a management game. She has successfully accumulated eight figures in funds through her intelligence and talent. On the screen, a pot-bellied middle-aged man is smiling lewdly, with a graceful female secretary in his arms.

"Amazing!" Xiao Cheng exclaimed sincerely as she stood by and watched.

"The ultimate goal is to have assets exceeding 100 million, that should be soon." Fang He nodded in agreement with her assessment.

Then the screen flashed, and the elite woman triggered a hidden financial crisis. The numbers in the fund pool plummeted like crazy, eventually falling below 0.

The weather is getting cold and the king is defeated.

She released the button, gave him the middle finger with a blank expression, and muttered, "Damn it."

Fang He: "..."

Xiao Cheng turned to look at him earnestly: "What a jinx! Is this a new skill you've awakened?"

Fang He: "The domineering female CEO is right."

That is to say, damn it.