RoleplayNovel Chapter 70 He should be in pretty good health, right?
Chapter 70 He should be in pretty good health, right?
When Yang Yi returned home after inspecting the branch office, he found that Shen Xiao had already arrived home.
Only one floor lamp was on in the living room. Shen Xiao was huddled in that warm yellow light, a blanket covering her knees, holding her phone in her hand. The screen light made her face flicker, like she was filming a low-budget horror movie.
The key point is—she was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even hear him enter the room.
Yang Yi was a little jealous of this. What could be more beautiful than him?
He tiptoed around to the back of the sofa and slowly peeked out.
The words on the screen were clearly visible.
My Twenty Six-Year-Old Female Tenants
Twenty? Six years old? Female tenants?
Can these words be put together? Won't they get an electric shock if put together? Countless possible scenarios flashed through his mind, each leading to the police station.
Shen Xiao felt a dark shadow above her head. When she looked up, she met Yang Yi's face, which seemed to say, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I seeing?" She quickly shoved her phone into her pocket.
"Hey! Don't get the wrong idea! It's just that the protagonist raises twenty six-year-old female tenants like daughters!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Yi opened his mouth as if to say, "This sounds even stranger," but his lips trembled twice and he couldn't utter a sound.
It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just that there are too many things to complain about, and I don't know where to start.
Shen Xiao smiled, pursed her lips, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, pulling him into the sofa.
Yang Yi sat down on the armrest and reached out to touch her head. Her hair was soft and smelled of shampoo.
"What are we having for dinner?" he asked.
Shen Xiao answered almost without hesitation: "Crayfish!"
Yang Yi's hand stopped on her head, and he suddenly felt a little disgusted.
September. The crayfish are barely at the tip of their tails; the meat is tough, the shell is hard, and the roe has dissipated.
"Have you gone mad from reading too much? Is eating crayfish in September considered eating shrimp? That's called chewing rubber bands."
"I don't care, I want to eat!" Shen Xiao turned her face away and pouted.
Yang Yi glanced at her. Reasoning with her was useless; she didn't care whether it tasted good or not, she just wanted to eat it.
But I bet you'll regret it as soon as you taste it.
Fine.
He mentally reviewed the seafood available this season—the baby lobsters were plump, the mantis shrimp were also plump, full of roe and meat.
"I'm not eating crayfish anymore." He slapped Shen Xiao on the head. "I'll take you to eat baby lobsters and mantis shrimp. That's the real deal this season."
Shen Xiao shrank back as he was slapped, but the light in her eyes didn't dim: "Mantis shrimp does taste better, but it's a bit troublesome to prepare, it's prickly!"
"The mantis shrimps with roe are in season now, they're miles better than your pathetic crayfish. This time I'll take you to eat some that you don't have to peel yourself."
Shen Xiao tilted her head and thought for about two seconds, then sprang up from the sofa, throwing the blanket to the floor. Barefoot, she stepped onto the carpet and exclaimed, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Yang Yi glanced out the window—it was already completely dark.
"You didn't even change your clothes?"
Shen Xiao looked down at her pajamas—a large T-shirt with a crooked Shiba Inu print and gray shorts underneath—then looked up confidently: "Why change? It's not like I'm going on a blind date."
Yang Yi opened her mouth, then closed it again. Forget it, why bother talking to her about this?
He turned to go to the entryway to get his car keys. Shen Xiao was already bending down at the door to put on her shoes—one foot was in the shoe, the other was still bare, and she hopped a couple of times on one leg before she could stand up.
"Slow down, or I won't carry you if you fall."
"You dare not recite it?"
"I dare."
Yang Yi pushed the door open, and the motion-sensor lights in the hallway turned on. Shen Xiao put on her shoes, stood up, grabbed his arm, and clung to him.
Shen Xiao glanced at his car keys and asked the question that had been buried for a long time.
"Yang Yi, why did you choose to buy the RS7? There are so many other options at the same price point."
"It's really hard to say how spacious the back seats are in this car..."
Yang Yi pressed the down button on the elevator without turning her head.
"This car is for driving, I don't sit in the back."
Shen Xiao rolled her eyes—unfortunately, Yang Yi couldn't see it.
"When I was poor, I had two dream cars." He stared at the elevator floor numbers jumping down, his tone quite serious. "One was an RS7, and you'll find out about the other one later."
Shen Xiao opened her mouth to ask, "What's the other one?", but the elevator arrived, the doors opened, and Yang Yi had already stepped inside.
She had no choice but to swallow her words, followed them inside, and pressed the close button hard, as if pressing the button on someone who refused to give an answer.
Another one? French cars.
DS9 Opera House. French romance, a niche within a niche.
If you drive it out, people will think you've opened a furniture store.
It was also the first car Yang Yi bought after achieving financial independence in his previous life.
At this point in time, let alone buying one, this car hasn't even been manufactured yet. And in the future... it's not even certain.
I want to say it, but I can't bring myself to say it.
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The next morning, Xia He stood in front of her desk, holding a tablet, and reported her work to Yang Yi, item by item.
"The company's game development is progressing smoothly. There are no major reworks on Subnautica, and the art team has submitted the third version of the Leviathan model for review."
In terms of public opinion, things have basically calmed down after XunTeng removed the trending topic.
"But the pig farm..." Xia He paused, her tone subtly shifting, "is a bit troublesome."
Yang Yi looked up at her.
Sun Shan has been exposed for simultaneously keeping three mistresses.
"…………ha?"
The pen that Yang Yi was twirling slipped from her fingertips, bounced twice on the table, and rolled to the floor.
Packing three at the same time? That's amazing.
He quickly did the math in his head—three people, seven days a week, the schedule would be impossible to manage. One on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; one on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; and Sunday off? Wait, how could three people rotate? Or was one a substitute?
Oh, right!
There's also his wife, I almost forgot about her.
Yang Yi recalled Sun Shan's appearance at Gamescom—pale-faced, with dark circles under his eyes, and walking unsteadily.
At the time, I thought he was jet-lagged, but now that I think about it...
That's because it's been completely drained.
He bent down to pick up the pen, twirled it between his fingers twice, and nodded thoughtfully.
"As expected of the older generation's fighting style, it's all about recklessness."
Xia He stood there expressionless, neither replying nor smiling.
Having worked as a secretary for so many years, she had long since mastered the core skill of "remaining silent when the boss tells a lame joke."
But Yang Yi, the new boss, has just too many lame jokes. Sometimes when I think back on them, I can't help but laugh for a long time.
Yang Yi put down the pen and crossed his hands in front of his mouth.
"But XunTeng's efficiency is too high," he frowned, his tone carrying a hint of admiration, but also a hint of wariness.
"They just banned her yesterday, and today they're exposing her affair. Was this all planned in advance?"
Xia He flipped through the tablet, then looked up at him: "It seems like there's a mole at the pig farm."
Yang Yi nodded: "That's certainly the case at present, and the rank is likely to be very high."
What Yang Yi didn't know was that Little Ma did indeed have a mole among his men.
However, the fact that Sun Shan had multiple mistresses was not something an insider claimed.
It was Ding Sanshi who personally called and told Xiao Ma.
Yang Yi took a deep breath, forcing himself to stop thinking nonsense. So what if there was a mole, or so what if there wasn't?
Some things shouldn't be thought about too closely, otherwise people will panic and things will get really bad.
"So what's everyone saying now?"
Xia He handed over the tablet, which displayed several trending topics and screenshots of comments.
Yang Yi took it and started scribbling down the lines one by one.
Sun Shan, in an attempt to boost his year-end bonus by keeping a mistress, took the risk of posting provocative comments online in an effort to salvage the online viewership of the TV series "Operation Hunt for Terrorists."
"Why would a normal person use Yin-Yang Messages before attacking the bee swarm? He's just a gambler blinded by greed."
"Tsk tsk tsk, three of them? Can their bodies handle it?"
"No wonder he looked pale during the Games in Cologne; I thought it was jet lag."
XunTeng: I haven't even unleashed my full power, and you've already self-destructed?
Yang Yi handed the tablet back to Xia He, leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.
Does this mean that all the negative aspects of the company are being attributed to Sun Shan?
This is the cruel reality of big companies.
It's hard to believe that Little Ma and Ding Sanshi didn't have private contact with Yang Yi.
One was cut off cleanly and decisively, while the other was not investigated too deeply.
The bee swarm solved the public opinion problem, Xunteng made an example of them to warn others, and the pig farm... reduced the losses.
All three companies have a bright future.
As for Sun Shan—he was jumping around online yesterday, but today he's become a "red-eyed gambler" ridiculed by the entire internet.
Although he had fallen to this state because of his stupidity, Yang Yi was still grateful to Sun Shan for taking the slap from Xun Teng for him.
We must remind ourselves that Xun Teng is not so easy to bully, and our previous great victory was purely by chance.
"Alright." Yang Yi picked up the pen from the table and put it back in the pen holder. "Sun Shan's matter has nothing to do with us. Let Pig Farm and Xun Teng play their own games. By the way, have the art team revise the Leviathan model from Subnautica again. The tail is too thick; it looks like a sausage."
Xia He made a note on the tablet and turned to walk out.
Yang Yi thought for a moment and then followed him out.
There have been so many things happening lately, from the Cologne exhibition to the Ten Deadly Sins, from XunTeng's ban to Sun Shan's downfall, one wave after another.
If I don't go to the game development department soon and give them some pointers, the employees might start to think the boss has run away.
As soon as I entered the art department, I heard the newly hired monster team leader chatting with the lead artist, Huang Yan.
His tone was quite serious.
"Old Huang, I've been dreaming about my deceased childhood friend Caowo every night lately, what should I do?"
Huang Yan was visibly taken aback, her brows furrowing deeply: "??? What Japanese plot? Maybe your childhood friend needs to talk to you!"
The monster team leader grew impatient, his voice rising: "You can't keep attacking me like this! Get to the point!"
Huang Yan opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions: "What did I hear? Should I call the police?"
Yang Yi stood at the door, looking utterly exasperated.
He took a deep breath and decided to get involved.
"Pay attention to the frequency of spot checks," Yang Yi's voice drifted from behind, "It might be Morse code."
The leader of the monster group nodded in deep agreement.
"It's certainly possible, I'll try tonight—" she said, turning around as she spoke, but before she could finish, she saw who was standing behind her.
Her face flushed instantly, turning bright red from the base of her neck to her hairline.
"Thank...thank you," her voice trembled, her lips quivered, and she wished she could shrink into the crack of the chair. "Boss!!!"
That "boss" took three turns, with the last turn hitting a high note.
"You...you're here?"
Yang Yi looked at her, trying hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth.
"If I hadn't come," Yang Yi said slowly, "I really wouldn't have known that our art group had so many interesting stories."
The leader of the monster squad wished he could die on the spot, covering his face with his hands and squirming in his chair.
Huang Yan was trying so hard to suppress her laughter that her face was cramping, and she almost broke the pressure-sensitive pen in her hand.
Yang Yi patted the leader of the monster team on the shoulder, with a light but firm touch.
"Next time you dream about your childhood friend, remember to ask him something useful, like—how to draw Leviathan from Subnautica to create a lonely and terrifying atmosphere."
After saying that, he turned and left.
From behind came the Monster Team leader's voice, trembling with tears: "Boss, please don't spread rumors!"
Huang Yan finally couldn't hold back and laughed so hard she bent over.
"Boss, I think this could be made into a game Easter egg."
"No!!!"
Yang Yi left the art department, turned a corner, and headed towards the Subnautica project team's office area.
The project team of seven or eight people were gathered around the screen, their brows furrowed, the atmosphere heavy.
"What's wrong?" Yang Yi leaned closer.
A group of people turned their heads in unison, their eyes—how to put it—like drowning people seeing a lifebuoy.
"Boss!" The lead planner, Lao Zhou, said with a trembling voice, "This map design is fine in the beginner area, but once the depth exceeds 100 meters, without any reference points or light sources, players will definitely get lost."
He pointed to the test scene on the screen—deep underwater, except for the occasional floating plankton, the surroundings were pitch black, and the player's flashlight beam could only illuminate a small area in front of them.
Most people would definitely experience thalassophobia at this point. Although it's an essential part of the game, this atmosphere shouldn't dominate most of the gameplay.
"Not to mention two or three hundred meters," a planner next to him added.
Yang Yi nodded without speaking, signaling him to continue.
"We considered using bioluminescent plants and animals to solve the light source problem," Lao Zhou said, pulling up another set of images.
"For example, this jellyfish, this bioluminescent mushroom, and this glowing coral—they're all quite nice on their own, and they create a great atmosphere."
The scene cuts to a cave filled with glowing plants, where colorful fireflies shimmer and glow, making it look like a filming location for Avatar.
"But," Old Zhou's voice suddenly lowered, "if the light source is too dense, it looks a bit like..."
"Aquarium," Yang Yi said for him.
Old Zhou nodded vigorously, his head almost falling off: "Right, right, right! An aquarium! If it's too bright, it won't feel like the deep sea; it'll feel like a theme park. Visitors will want to take pictures and post them on social media, instead of feeling fear and oppression."
Yang Yi pondered for a moment; this was indeed a serious problem.
This game can have a lonely atmosphere, horror elements, beautiful scenery, and bizarre alien creatures.
However, neither should be consumed in excess.
Not every player can tolerate constant "thalassophobia" and "megalophobia," so this content must be compressed to less than 25%.
The player experience should be relaxed for most of the time.