41: Chapter 41 Director Wang's Sincere Invitation, Han Xiaoxiao's Temporary Stay. (Transitional Chapter)

After briefly explaining the situation to his superiors, Director Wang instructed his assistant, prepared a vehicle and gifts, and drove to the building where Yang Gao lived.

He felt a bit nervous. After all, a game developer as talented as Yang Gao would be highly sought after everywhere, and he wasn't sure if the terms he offered were sufficient.

Yang Gao was constantly operating inside his holographic pod, and finally finished creating all the characters for the "Shield of the Underworld" campaign scene. After adding some minor details, he stretched and said, "Oh my, it's finally done."

"Is Big Brother there?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Gao shuddered—just from the sound of her voice, he knew it was Han Xiaoxiao here to bother him again. "Uh… what are you here for?"

"Nothing much, just here to see you, Big Brother."

"I, I, I am doing quite well."

"Big Brother, why are you stuttering? Also, open the door." Seeing that Yang Gao was hesitant to open the door, Han Xiaoxiao started shouting. Realizing the situation was not good, Yang Gao had no choice but to open the door for her.

As soon as Han Xiaoxiao entered, she started making small talk: "Big Brother, how have you been lately?"

"Very well, thanks to you."

"Th… that, can I stay at your place for a while?"

"Pfft—" Yang Gao had just picked up his cup to take a sip of water, but upon hearing this, he spat it out.

"I won't stay for free. I'm unfamiliar with this place. I originally wanted to go to the tavern to find a job that day, but who knew I'd encounter that kind of thing? Fortunately, I ran into you, Big Brother." Afterward, she put on a pitiful expression.

"Fine, fine, fine. But I'll say this upfront: you are not allowed to make a mess of my place."

"Thank you so much, Big Brother!"

Just as Yang Gao breathed a sigh of relief, the doorbell rang again. "Is this ever going to end?"

After opening the door, Director Wang stood at the entrance and said enthusiastically, "You must be Mr. Yang, right?"

"Ah, yes, that's me."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Chuanqin, and I am the manager and director of the Anti-War Game Launch Conference."

"Director Wang? Is it you… what do you need me for?"

"It's like this: your game has sparked various anti-war discussions online, so I would like to invite you to participate in the finals of our Anti-War Game Launch Conference. Are you interested?"

Worried that he might refuse, Director Wang immediately added.

"We are aware of your financial difficulties. The higher-ups have decided that as long as you are willing to participate, they will immediately increase the prize money to one million. Do you think our offer shows enough sincerity?"

"Director Wang, I will consider your suggestion. I am also actively preparing for the finals of the Anti-War Game Launch Conference."

"Good, good, good! If you have any technical difficulties, you can apply to us for help. After all, such an excellent game developer as you is rare to see nowadays."

"Okay, okay."

"Then I won't disturb you any further."

"Take care, Director Wang."

Over the next few days, Yang Gao ate the "dark cuisine" made by Han Xiaoxiao while polishing the minor details of the campaign. But that "damn system" kept saying his work wasn't fitting enough and couldn't be projected, making him rise earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the dogs.

Once anything becomes an "office addiction," no matter how much you loved it before, you will eventually become sick of it. And so, the moment Yang Gao opened his eyes every day, he crawled into the holographic pod, just like going to school or work. Now, he felt like vomiting whenever he saw the holographic pod.

"Help! Someone save me! I don't want to do this anymore!"

Although he shouted this with his mouth, his body honestly crawled back into the holographic pod, starting another day of design and production.