The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Something happened! Uncle!"

The man wearing the pink mask rushed into Boss Ding's office in a hurry and saw an embarrassing scene. A woman he seemed to have seen at a company meeting was squatting under Boss Ding's desk, and traces of crystal tears could be seen in her eyes.

"You go out first"

Boss Ding's forehead was obviously black. What was the job of the secretary outside? Didn't he know that he was enjoying the service?

Why did he rush into his office so recklessly?

"I won't tell my aunt, don't worry."

The man in the pink hood shook his head imperceptibly. There had always been rumors in the company that Boss Ding would occasionally "deeply sympathize with the difficulties of his subordinates." He had also judged from some clues that the rumor was probably true.

However, this was the first time he had ever encountered this real scene.

"How many times have I told you that you should address others by their job titles in the company?"

Boss Ding was ready to eat his little nephew, and his interest had just started to get aroused, but he was caught by this fool.

He was in such a state of confusion that no matter how big a story his nephew said next, he had no heart to listen.

He just wanted to get rid of the person quickly, and then quietly pull the female subordinate back to continue the verbal communication meeting.

"You have instructed that anything related to "Free Fart" can be reported to a higher level, so when I broke in, the secretary at the door did not stop me."

The secretary at the door was a good friend of his who joined the company at the same time. Although they didn't communicate much, he didn't want her to be punished because of his unintentional behavior.

"I know, I know, hurry up and tell me the point, and then get out of here."

Boss Ding looked impatient. Based on the information he had available, the resources behind "Free Fart" could almost be developed into several hit games.

This terrifying advanced technology would definitely allow a certain Teng to take off again, which was something he absolutely did not want to see.

But so what?

The specific progress of the investigation will not change because of his subjective point of view, such as what he thinks or what he particularly wants.

Apart from asking his men to search for some clues, all he could do now was sigh and groan in the midst of his pleasure.

"The investigation that started with special effects failed. We couldn't find out how that company shot the CG. The mole also couldn't find any employees of the mysterious company that contacted them within Tencent."

The pink hood said this with a little disappointment. At first, he thought this was a very secretive and good entry point.

But things slapped him in the face again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the mysterious company, so he drank a few more bottles of Red Bull to calm himself.

"My dear, you told me that you could give me a special report on something important. Is it necessary to rush into my office so rashly with such rubbish?"

Boss Ding clenched and unclenched his right fist, then clenched it again, as if he was struggling over how many times to punch the pink hooded girl.

"If the rest of the news is all bad news like this, you don't need to report it to me anymore. Just write it in your work log and I'll take a look at it when I'm free."

Boss Ding’s industry is not limited to games, but his focus has been on the game field recently, or more appropriately, on the floating "Free Fart".

But he kept hitting a wall during his investigation, and his depressed mood accumulated little by little. Otherwise, he would not have secretly conducted tactical exchanges in the office, originally intending to vent some emotions.

Fortunately, the person who rushed in was his little nephew, otherwise, if it was someone else, he would have asked him to pack up his bedding and leave immediately.

"I still suggest you listen to it, this matter is quite strange"

The pink hood can feel the malice emanating from his uncle from the ballpoint pen that is deformed in his uncle's hand.

But he had to talk about this matter.

"I found the specific information of two players of "Free Fart". One of them is My Dream Lost in That Grassland, a rich kid, and the other is a master's student in history at a certain university, who is a 10-link missile launcher."

"So, I sent two people to the branch where the two people were located under the pretext of a business trip, and contacted some special talents to conduct an investigation."

"What I want is for the thief to steal the helmet, and then we can have the people in the lab disassemble and analyze it."

"Oh, you stole it? Do you need to invest more money?"

Boss Ding unconsciously put down the hand holding the pen and scratched his neck.

The acquisition of the virtual helmet will definitely greatly increase the success rate of reverse disassembly and analysis technology.

Maybe, he can launch a series of homogeneous games to ruin the reputation of "Free Fart" before a certain company expands the game's audience, and then launch another competing game that they have carefully polished.

"No, they didn't steal it. Not only that, the people I sent and the thief he found were all dead."

"died!?"

"How did he die?"

Boss Ding put his right hand on his head, and for a moment he couldn't figure out why this happened.

To some extent, a certain Teng could indeed cover up everything, but it was impossible for him to be so reckless as to kill the person he sent to conduct a secret investigation.

This is a society ruled by law!

"The medical examiner's report said it was a heart attack."

"So it's okay?"

Boss Ding himself didn't believe his question.

"Yes, but no. Two people in two regions, plus two thieves, all had heart attacks at the same time. What a coincidence. And the strangest thing is that there was no record of heart disease in the company's physical examinations of those two people."

"What do you say?"

"I inferred that they were forcibly injected with some drugs, so their bodies showed the characteristics of a heart attack, but this raises new questions."

"Who injected them with the drug? A certain Teng? The most important thing is, how did they know the specific whereabouts of the people you sent out and the whereabouts of the two thieves?"

Boss Ding kept tapping on the table, wondering which link had leaked the information. Maybe it was a ghost that Teng had planted beside him who leaked it.

"Have the compensations for those two been paid?"

"They didn't pay the full amount, just gave them some money as a courtesy and sent them away. The instructions I gave them were all verbal instructions, and no specific mailbox evidence was left. They died on Sunday, a non-working day, and they didn't die in the company. Even if their families filed a labor arbitration, it would be very troublesome. After all, we are a professional team."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about the follow-up of this matter anyway, the public relations department will handle it."

"Send one or two more people to try to steal the helmet. Maybe it's just an isolated incident. Don't be scared by the difficulties."

"At the same time, report the issue of the game version number of "Free Fart" and guide the official of One Piece to sue them. As long as they are allowed to mess around, the loopholes will be exposed."

Boss Ding put on the glasses on the table, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and the haze in his heart dissipated a little.