Chapter 8 Phishing
Shenhong only complained verbally. He did a good job in statistics, coordination, and arrangements of the tasks assigned to him by Jian Shiyuan.
As one of the top professional players in the country, Crimson's full-time career has only been going on for eight years.
Compared with other peers, his starting point is much lower.
At first he was moving bricks at a construction site and playing games was just a pastime.
By chance, his excellent skills were noticed by a game studio, and they hired him as a non-staff member. From then on, he began his full-time career.
In just three years, he went from being an unknown to being the ace of the studio.
His previous experience at the construction site has shaped him into a person who is not afraid of hardship and always keeps his word.
He would complete what he promised even if he had to stay up all night and have stomach bleeding.
This kind of personality has earned him an excellent reputation in the gaming circle and helped him gain a lot of connections with clients.
When his contract expired in the third year, he resolutely quit his previous studio and opened the Crimson Studio where he was the only one.
At that time, everyone looked down on him and thought he was crazy.
His former boss appreciated him, and at the time, his guaranteed monthly salary was 200,000 yuan, not to mention the staggering performance bonuses. His decision to leave such a high salary within his grasp to start a business is incomprehensible.
When online games were popular in the past, many self-important professional players were brainwashed by other people's success stories and quit their teams to start their own studios.
But starting a studio is not as simple as playing games. Nearly 90% of people fail, not making any money but accumulating a lot of debt.
The popularity of online games has declined, so Shenhong went against the trend and went out to play alone. Everyone who heard about it laughed at him.
His former boss thought the same thing and didn't try to stop him. He just waited to see him fall down and then come back obediently.
But they laughed too early.
Not only did Crimson make a name for itself, it also turned an ordinary studio into an industry leader.
He dares to fight and think, and he has a lot of street smarts on the construction site. He can do his job and make jokes at the same time. He has high emotional intelligence, good memory, thick skin, and good at talking. He makes friends as easily as drinking water.
Just like now——
When he took over the task assigned by Jian Shiyuan, he took the initiative to lower his posture, showing his embarrassment and anxiety, and let everyone express their opinions.
When communicating with other players, he always calls them "brother" and "sister", making everyone think that he doesn't understand and take the initiative to stand in his perspective and give him advice.
Crimson was not good at math, and he was well aware of the gap between himself and the confidence interval, so he had no intention of working alone from the beginning.
Looking at [Black and White Day] who was quietly communicating with the players next to him - the military advisor he hired
He smiled broadly.
"Brother, where are you from? I'm in Shanghai. Thanks to you this time, I wouldn't have known how many people would be the most cost-effective to form a group. Let's meet up offline sometime. I want to treat you to a nice drink."
[Hei Bai Zhou walked by him, listened to him trying to figure out 21 times 7, and offered to solve it for him. Then he enthusiastically tied him up on the pirate ship.]
Hei Bai Zhou has a very good temper, and his character is also very gentle. He speaks in a low tone and answers questions clearly and methodically. You can tell at once that he is a person who has read a lot of books.
"I'm in the imperial capital. I'm afraid I can't drink. It's inconvenient for me to go out, and it will spoil your fun."
When Shen Hong heard his words, she knew that he had a story. She had seen all kinds of people on the Internet. He did not show any inquiring expression, but was just joking.
"What's the matter? You are a minor and your parents don't allow you to go out?"
Hei Bai Zhou turned to look at him and smiled, "I'm blind."
Hearing him say that, Shenhong thought that day and night always look at people very carefully.
He would stare at other people's faces for long, meaningless moments. His gaze would not make people feel offended, but rather filled with a faint sadness.
Crimson did not comfort him, nor did she show any sympathy or apology.
He went straight up and put his arm on the white and daytime shoulders
"Alas, there are many misfortunes in life, and everyone has their own suffering. Take me for example, my father left my mother before I was born. At that time, she was already pregnant and didn't want to abort the child, so she gave birth to me alone.
She suffered a lot, but I was useless. I couldn't study well, couldn't get into university, and could only work as a laborer on the construction site. She died of lung cancer because she had no money to treat it. Later, when I made some money playing games, I always thought of her. As a son, I failed miserably.
A blind man and an orphan who has lost all his relatives, it is hard to say who is more miserable.
Black and white day did not expect this to happen
In the past, similar beginnings would always be others comforting him. Even if he no longer cared about his sudden blindness, he still had to remain silent and wait for others to sympathize with him.
Black and white day don't know whether to comfort deep red
Crimson changed the subject, "This world is no different from the real world, right? Let's live well in this world from now on. You are not blind in this world, and I am not an orphan. The players here are all my brothers and sisters—"
He shouted the last sentence very loudly and stretched out his arms. Players have long been accustomed to his lively temperament.
Some laughed and cursed, "What brother? I'm your father."
Others were laughing at him, but Bai Hei Zhou was very serious, "Yes, I must live well in the future."
Shenhong raised his fist to the player who wanted to be his father. He was about to shout something when Okalirui led Jian Shiyuan over. "The master is here. Silence!"
Jian Shiyuan came to distribute weapons and materials to them.
Before the internal test started, he went to Xiaoyao Town, which was controlled by the Huanxi Sect.
The place was covered with wanted posters of Lu Renjia. Jian Shiyuan looked at them with great interest for a while, and someone came over to chat with him.
He was a peddler selling rouge and powder, and his stall was placed next to the wanted poster. He was a loudmouth and misunderstood that Jian Shiyuan was a casual cultivator who was trying to earn the bounty. He pulled Jian Shiyuan's sleeve mysteriously, but hesitated and said nothing.
Jian Shiyuan spent some change to buy a box of lip balm, and then he began to edit it, smiling broadly:
"Master Monk, you don't know how wicked this wanted Lu Renjia is." He moved closer. "All the masters and great men of the Huanxi Sect who went to hunt him down are dead."
"I've been setting up my stall here for a long time. I've seen many monks and masters inquire about it, but later they stopped talking about it. Do you know why?"
The vendor held his hand over his heart and took a deep breath. "The Yuanying master who went after him is dead, so the other masters don't dare to make any moves."
Jian Shiyuan pretended to frown and gave another piece of silver.
Gold and silver coins are of little use to monks. The supplies they need for cultivation can only be purchased with spirit stones. Only ordinary people like vendors care about them.
The peddler asked him to say this in order to sell some information and get some money.
Jian Shiyuan paid the money readily, so the vendor naturally told him everything he knew.
"Other masters said that Lu Renjia might have a magical instrument that hides his cultivation level, otherwise he wouldn't be able to kill a Yuanying even if he was at the foundation building stage. As for his actual level, some masters guessed it was Yuanying, while others said it was higher.
I am a fool, and I don't understand the Master's cultivation path. I can't summarize it, so I can only tell you the Master's original words."
The peddler imitated him, frowning and stroking his non-existent beard.
"That old bastard Sun Du died at the hands of Lu Renjia, how could he possibly be at the Foundation Establishment stage? If I remember correctly, he sacrificed three hundred young boys and girls to refine a ghost slave a while ago. Logically, he shouldn't have lost."
"Well, what ability does that old man have? He's been drained of everything by his 48th concubine. A month ago, his calves were shaking when he walked out of the Happy Tower."
"That was also a Nascent Soul. What's more, he and his useless brother and nephew always appear together. One is a Nascent Soul, one is a Golden Core, and the other is a Foundation Establishment. How could he die so badly that even his soul couldn't be retrieved? I heard that the Huanxi Sect used a Heaven-level magic weapon, but in the end, nothing was found. He was completely dead."
"Why else could it be? Because his realm is higher than theirs. What if Lu Renjia is in the Out-of-Body or Spiritual Transformation realm? He would be dead."
"Would a Spiritual Transformation Master pretend to be in the Foundation Establishment Stage to go to the Exchange House to buy Black Iron? If he really wanted it, the Exchange House would give it to him politely without spending a penny."
"How do you know he doesn't have some quirks? What's the word for it? Fishing! How do you know he's not fishing? What if he's just that bored?"
"Some say it was someone from the Beast Taming Building who took action, specifically sending Lu Renjia to the Barter Building to cause trouble. There's always been a lot of friction between their bosses, and they probably wanted to slap the Barter Building in the face before the competition. Otherwise, why would all the people who died at the Barter Building be boss Jin's cronies?"
"How dare you say that here? Be careful, those killers from the Joyful Sect will capture you and extract your soul and refine your spirit."
"What's unspeakable? The guy at the Exchange Building knows what's going on. Look, they're still sending people to hunt down Lu Renjia. They understand."
"Let's go, don't talk about this."
After the words fell, the vendor cupped his hands and smiled smugly, "Master, I have said everything I need to say. Look—"
Xiaoyao Town under the control of Huanxi Sect is not a simple town. Jian Shiyuan is a cultivator, and the vendors dare not ask for it openly.
Jian Shiyuan was in a good mood, but he looked like he had learned something. He gave her a piece of silver and said, "Thank you for the reminder, little brother."
The vendor took the money, put his hands together, and bowed deeply to say goodbye. "Take care, sir. I wish you endless joy and happiness every day."
Walking on the street covered with wanted posters, with vendors shouting loudly on both sides, the lights came on and people came out of the houses along the street one after another, holding their lights.
The glow of the setting sun is cold under the orange lights, and Xiaoyao Town becomes truly lively at night.
Jian Shiyuan, with an ordinary yellowish face of a middle-aged man, walked along the long street with flickering candlelight. He glanced sideways seemingly casually and happened to meet the eyes of Lu Renjia in the wanted poster.
The lights came on one by one.
Under the control of the Joy Sect
Jian Shiyuan calmly and confidently selected the items he wanted. He moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, and even had the leisure to bargain with the vendors.
During this period, monks from the Joyful Sect who were maintaining order ran past him many times, but no one knew that Lu Renjia was looking at a lamp not far from them.
The firelight illuminated that ordinary face. From his expression to his movements, he looked like a frustrated and downtrodden wild cultivator, perfectly blending into the chaotic Xiaoyao Town.
Jian Shiyuan would not kill people just to steal other people's property, but if someone was so blind as to offer it to him, he wouldn't mind taking some reward.
He killed the monks of the Joyful Sect who were chasing him, took their storage bags, and used magic to dispel their restrictions.
Then they spend their saved spirit stones to buy what they want in the area controlled by Huanxi Sect.
Finally, he put the things into the modified storage bag that once belonged to them.
Looking at the quiet players in front of him, Jian Shiyuan's lips curled up slightly, still so gentle and friendly.
With a wave of his sleeve, countless supplies were thrown out from the storage bag and piled up into piles.
Under the players' suppressed excitement, he slowly spoke, "Crimson, Confidence Interval Great Tomb, do your distribution work."
"Okay, Master."
"Yes, Master!"
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