320: Memorial to the dead game

Wait, wait!

Playing the victim?

Zhao Caiyi's eyes lit up!

This is a good idea!

Who cares?

He'll just do whatever the boss arranges!

Zhao Caiyi said, "Boss, should I call all the company's employees back to help then?"

Qian Ziyong shook his head, "No need, just call the Feihuang Restaurant employees!"

"Anyway, there's no business now, so let them work a bit harder."

"Oh, and after their hard work, give each person two hundred in participation fees."

The game employees are on a month-long holiday.

A month means a month, not a day less.

The employees have probably all gone traveling. How awkward would it be to call them back with a single phone call?

Anyway, Qian Ziyong hated it the most when his leaders called him after work or during holidays!

Qian Ziyong added, "Tell the employees not to come!"

"Forget it, I'll send a message in the group!"

After speaking, Qian Ziyong hung up the phone and sent a message in the group: "There's a press conference today. All game employees, except for Zhao Caiyi, are not allowed to attend!"

"Additionally, Feihuang Restaurant employees, if you're free, can participate. Sign up with Zhao Caiyi."

"Voluntary participation, we don't need that many people. Oh, and for every participating employee, this day's salary will be paid as usual, plus a two hundred hard work allowance per person."

Qian Ziyong's message was sent in the main group, and each subsidiary has a main group.

Qian Ziyong directly copied this message and sent it once in the Feihuang Restaurant group and the Maha Game Company group.

Upon receiving the message, the restaurant employees were excited and all wanted to participate in this event.

They were truly too idle.

They only had things to do at noon and in the evening.

Especially the night shift employees, it was even rarer for them to get a single order all night.

They only worked six hours a day and had weekends off.

Before, when they worked, they were constantly urged by their boss to do things.

Now, when they work, if there's nothing to do, they can sit in the store and play, and the boss doesn't care.

This made them feel a little embarrassed about playing so much.

After all, working at Feihuang Restaurant, their monthly salary was at least ten thousand, after tax.

They thought about how before, to earn ten thousand, they had to deliver food for fourteen hours every day.

Their skin would be tanned dark, but now, sitting in the store all day, they had gained several pounds.

Moreover, participating in this event meant they could see the legendary boss and get two hundred yuan.

The boss really gives money when there's something to do!

Everyone contacted Zhao Caiyi!

The game company employees, upon seeing this message, were suddenly a little confused.

With such a big incident happening with the game, they should go back to work and earn back double the money.

But looking at the message from the boss, it seemed he wanted them to rest.

The game company's affairs were being handled by Feihuang Restaurant employees, while they were on holiday.

Although they were confused and helpless, the employees had to obey the boss's orders.

Who told him he was the boss?

"Received!"

"Received!"

"…"

One by one, the game company employees replied in the group.

Qian Ziyong was extremely annoyed by the messages in the group.

So, he immediately replied, "Cows are mooing, horses are neighing, cows and horses say received!"

"You are not cows and horses, and I have never treated you as such."

"In the future, you are not allowed to reply with these two words in the group."

"From now on, just say 'mm-hmm,' or 'squeak,' or even send an emoji, or a period will do!"

"And you just need to see these messages; whether you receive them or not doesn't matter, so don't reply!"

Qian Ziyong hated those companies that had a meeting in the morning and another in the evening.

And all the meetings had to be held outside of working hours.

As if they were afraid of meetings delaying employees' work time.

If you're afraid of delaying time, then don't have meetings, or have them during working hours!

It was too ugly.

Therefore, his company did not allow so many meetings.

One meeting a month was enough.

And it could only be held during working hours!

Sometimes Qian Ziyong couldn't understand many things.

Employees clearly helped the boss make money, they were helping the boss.

Why did the boss think he was so great?

Always liking to oppress employees?

Didn't he know that without employees, he, the boss, was nothing?

Bosses and employees clearly helped each other, so why did they have to feel superior?

After sending the message, Qian Ziyong left to catch his flight.

Soon, he arrived in Shen City.

At this time, some reporters had already arrived.

The conference was still an hour away, and Qian Ziyong waited patiently.

When the reporters entered the venue and saw white cloths everywhere, their first reaction was that they had gone to the wrong place.

They apologized to Zhao Caiyi, who was greeting them at the entrance: "Excuse me, I'm here for the Maha Game Company conference. I'm sorry to have disturbed you!"

Zhao Caiyi, with a smile on his face, quickly went up to them: "Reporter, you haven't gone to the wrong place, this is the Maha Game Company venue!"

"Ah?" The reporter was stunned for a moment.

A female reporter asked, "Why is this place decorated like a spiritual..."

She found it hard to continue.

What if this was just their style? If she said that, wouldn't it make the other party seem tasteless?

Zhao Caiyi said, "It is indeed a mourning hall. This was arranged by our boss."

The reporters were even more surprised.

They walked in and saw white and yellow flowers everywhere, along with wreaths, countless white cloths, and even a professional suona team.

Seeing someone enter.

Several suona and erhu masters knew it was time for them to work, so they started playing.

Immediately, the atmosphere became mournful.

"I am the General Manager of Maha Game Company. Please take your seats, everyone. The press conference will begin in twenty minutes."

Zhao Caiyi brought drinks to everyone, and under the arrangement of the Feihuang Restaurant employees, everyone took their seats one by one.

The reporters accepted the drinks offered by Zhao Caiyi and the tea and pastries brought by the employees.

There were all kinds of fruits and various pastries, all freshly made at the hotel, very fresh.

Everyone ate their small snacks and chatted happily, completely out of sync with the surrounding atmosphere.

Fortunately, there was no coffin here, otherwise, they really wouldn't be able to relax.

They were all a bit curious as to why the mysterious boss of Feihuang Group would put on such a show.

Soon, twenty minutes passed, and at the appointed time, Qian Ziyong didn't want to wait a second longer and directly walked onto the stage.

Just now, while he was below, he received a call from Brother Chen Jingfu.

It turned out that Banana Game Platform removing his game was due to Doyle Jais and the Shanjing Consortium.

For this, Qian Ziyong could only silently say thank you in his heart.

And now he was going to directly express his gratitude to them with action!

"First of all, I'm here to tell everyone a big piece of news, which you might already know."

"That's right, our game produced by Maha Game Company, 'Hey! Mythical Wukong,' has been removed from the shelves due to certain unspeakable reasons!"

"I heard that it cost over two billion to get 'Hey! Mythical Wukong' removed. They really are rich and have many billions!" Qian Ziyong said with a smile.