Chapter 244

Chapter 244

At midnight, Meng Chuan sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the computer in front of him.

The glaring red alert on the screen was impossible to ignore.

“How long until the new servers get here?”

“Ten minutes. Several borrowed servers worth around five hundred thousand yuan each are already on the way.”

Meng Chuan nodded and watched the user count on the screen continue to soar.

“How many views does that video have now?”

“Ninety-five million, and it’s still climbing!”

Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes. The website was on the verge of crashing, but he wasn’t overly concerned.

It wasn’t as though they relied on traffic to make money. Crashing for ten-odd minutes wouldn’t matter.

Right now, his full attention was on the Werewolf game.

Everyone knew that when making a movie, actors’ salaries and special effects were the two biggest expenses.

Meng Chuan knew nothing about making movies, but he did know how to make money.

This video was less than half an hour long and didn’t even have a plot.

Yet it was about to surpass a hundred million views.

What was drawing all these people in?

Celebrities?

They didn’t even know who any of the people in the video were.

The story?

If someone hadn’t added explanations in post-production, even he wouldn’t have understood what the video was about.

That left only one possibility: the visuals!

The incredibly lifelike special effects completely blew every science-fiction movie out of the water.

Looking even further ahead, they could use this technology to mass-produce movies!

Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes, composed an email outlining his idea, and sent it to Zhang Bei.

His boss had said not to bother him with work unless something came up.

If anything did happen, they should email him. He checked his inbox regularly.

By the time the website’s problems were finally dealt with, the sky was already bright.

Meng Chuan stared at the early morning sunlight outside in silence for a long while.

The factory starts its first day of production in an hour. Is there even any point in going to sleep now?

Meanwhile, several men over fifty in a conference room found themselves in the same predicament as Meng Chuan.

They had been awakened by phone calls in the middle of the night and summoned to a meeting.

The agenda: A Concrete Plan for Recovering the Submarine Debris.

And so, because of one particular individual, a great many people ended up working through the entire night.

Boss Zhang, on the other hand, had enjoyed a full night’s sleep and was now strolling comfortably toward the Amusement Park.

Zhang Bei arranged the four-piece set, closed his eyes slightly, and began browsing the System Mall for the first time in ages.

The System Mall was enormous. Most of the time, Zhang Bei simply searched for whatever technology he needed.

He rarely browsed it aimlessly as though he were shopping on Taobao.

The last time he had done so, he’d discovered a food called Braised Human Hand.

This time proved no exception.

True Experience Technology!

This technology was also a form of Black Tech.

Its underlying principle wasn’t particularly complicated. It used brain-wave technology to amplify visitors’ sense of immersion several times over, even causing them to temporarily forget they were inside the Amusement Park.

Zhang Bei rubbed his chin, then purchased it without hesitation.

The technology had plenty of potential applications and could be considered a minor upgrade to the amusement park.

A beautiful day always put people in a good mood.

Unfortunately, there were always those who chose the worst possible moment to intrude.

Heizi’s call happened to come in right then.

“Brother Bei, let me ask you something. How much liquor did you bury at the old courtyard?”

“Huh?”

Zhang Bei’s good mood instantly vanished as an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

The old courtyard Heizi mentioned was where the two of them had lived while learning martial arts.

Since their training would take several years, Heizi’s father had simply bought the courtyard outright.

It was in the countryside, and with nothing better to do, Zhang Bei had bought several crates of liquor suitable for long-term storage and buried them there.

By now, they should have been underground for at least ten years.

Heizi’s voice sounded distinctly cautious.
“Um, I went back today to dig up a bottle to drink.”
“And then?”
“I used too much force and broke two bottles.”
Zhang Bei sat in the deck chair, his fingers cracking.
“What color were the bottles?”
“Red!”
“Nü’er Hong, five bottles in total. When I bought them, they were already twenty years old.”
Heizi stood in the yard, looking at the two broken bottles, a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.
“Bro, my dear brother, I really didn’t mean it!”
“I’ll give you two choices: either bury a thirty-year-old Nü’er Hong for me, or I’ll give you a pass to experience every attraction in the amusement park!”
“No, I’ll go look right away!”
The call was disconnected, and Zhang Bei sighed.
Those wines weren’t particularly precious. If Heizi hadn’t mentioned them, he might not have remembered them for who knows how long.
Nü’er Hong was one thing; he could still buy genuine ones if he wanted.
But, Zhang Bei had buried two bottles of 1950 Moutai back then!
If those two were gone, Heizi would have to stay at the amusement park for at least a month.
When Boss Zhang was in a bad mood, the visitors were the ones who suffered.
He went alone into Another Life and loaded the 2012 scenario into the facility.
Time quickly came to opening hours. Qingqing, whom he hadn’t seen in a while, walked into the Amusement Park with a face that had lightened considerably.
Seeing Zhang Bei’s lazy figure, she quickly walked up.
“Boss!”
“What’s up?”
“Do you still remember Director Qi?”
Zhang Bei nodded. He had a deep impression of that old Director.
During the days when the Amusement Park was scrambling to attract visitors everywhere, that guy had put in a lot of effort.
“He has terminal cancer. The doctors say he only has three months left.”
“Huh?”
Qingqing sighed. “These past few days, I’ve been at the hospital helping Qi Qi take care of him.”
Zhang Bei sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about cancer.
If the cancer cells hadn’t spread, he could have used some things from the System to do something.
But in the terminal stage, it was truly beyond hope.
He glanced at the silent Qingqing. “Feeling down?”
“Yeah.”
“The sequel to 1999 is out. It’s called 2012. Go play.”
Qingqing didn’t think too much and silently walked toward Another Life.
It was only when she put the goggles on her face that she realized.
She was already in a bad mood, and yet he made her play this kind of scenario?
“Zhang the Thief!”
She sighed deeply toward the sky, and the scenario options had already appeared before her eyes.
People, when faced with loss, always find a suitable excuse.
Just like Qingqing now.
She was already here, already sitting in the chair. She couldn’t just not play, right?
Her vision shifted, and when Qingqing opened her eyes, she was already in a huge conference room.
At the very front of the conference room sat a gaunt man.
“Hello everyone, I am the combat commander for this operation: Wu Tianxiang.”
The man’s gaze lingered on Qingqing for a moment.
“The last message sent back by General Lu Yi before his death: the Insectoid Race has reappeared on the Moon.”
Upon hearing this, Qingqing’s mind instantly flashed back to the ending of the 1999 scenario.
Wu Tianxiang turned on the projector behind him.
“The Insectoid Race: as long as a single one remains alive, it will transform into a mother insect and spawn soldiers for the entire race.”
As his words fell, a voice came from the side.
“We don’t have advanced civilization equipment this time!”
Wu Tianxiang nodded. “Therefore, our battlefield this time is on Earth!”