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Chapter 827: Chapter 719: I Died Laughing (Please Subscribe!)
The players of "Warfire" haven’t reached saturation yet.
Tang Qing estimated that the number of registered users was around fifteen million, and that a daily online count of two million was when they’d hit the ceiling, after all, not everyone would be satisfied with a game. Fortunately, thanks to the high quality of the game and the ability to match with global players, it retained a large player base.
Especially some of the national battle maps.
They were incredibly lively, with non-stop action all day long.
Of course, the result was the company’s revenue kept on rising, along with the envy of its peers. Although ERV had not published their sales income, it didn’t stop them from conducting surveys, and the conclusions made their eyes turn red with jealousy.
Now.
Employees from major global game companies were almost going insane.
Each of them was pushed by their bosses to play "Warfire," with the goal to surpass it or, at the very least, grab a share of the pie. So while they were hooked on playing, they also had to think about how to take it down.
The most crucial issue was.
They couldn’t think of anything.
Even if they were given a complete plan to replicate such a game, it would be impossible for them to do so within a year, especially considering the game’s high degree of freedom, its rich and diverse gameplay, and its game engine and compression algorithm that were fundamentally impervious to being cracked.
The overall game effect could be described as perfect.
Almost impregnable.
If they couldn’t win by fair means. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
They also thought about using underhanded tactics.
Unfortunately, when it came to ERV, they found there was no angle to exploit; they certainly couldn’t just dismantle someone else’s game server. But even if they did, it could be immediately restored, making it completely pointless.
Just like that.
A gloom hung heavily over the heads of all the major game companies around the world, unable to dissipate for a long time.
.....
The bout.
Tang Qing played with Zheng Lin until noon before finishing. Zheng Lin typically played only on weekends, as he was too busy during the week with company work and couldn’t relax at home, needing to spend time entertaining his daughter.
After shutting down his computer.
Tang Qing had a smile on his face.
A few hours of gaming had earned him tens of thousands; it was a considerable harvest. With the presence of the battle results leaderboard, there were inevitably local tyrants boosting their rankings, and Tang Qing’s score in this round didn’t even make the top ten.
But the process was what mattered the most; otherwise, it just meant spending more money.
"Tang Qing, is this game really that fun? You look so happy," Zeng Rou muttered. Sometimes, preconceived notions were hard to change. In her view, people who played games were definitely not good students.
But when it came to Tang Qing, she really couldn’t say he was wasting his life playing games.
Tang Qing nodded and revealed a mysterious smile, saying, "It’s alright, just playing with a friend. I usually don’t play games." Usually, when he went home after dinner, he would watch TV and chat with Lin Jiaxue, then it was all about rolling in the sheets—there was no time to play games.
"The friend who drags you to play games all day can’t be a serious one. You’ve been calling him ’Brother Zheng’? Jiaxue, do you know him?" Zeng Rou turned to Lin Jiaxue, who, tired from reading, was resting her eyes leaning on Tang Qing’s arm, and said.
Lin Jiaxue opened her eyes and nodded gently.
"I know him."
"Is he decent or not?" Zeng Rou asked curiously.
"He’s pretty good. He even has a child," Lin Jiaxue reminded her.
Zeng Rou looked disappointed: "I see, he already has a child. Hmph, he still plays games with a child at home, wasting his life."
"..."
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
There you have it.
Definitely another girl with a bias against gaming.
By this time, the table in the living room was filled with food. Tang Qing sat up straight and said with a smile, "Alright, let’s not talk about that anymore. Let’s have lunch, and after eating, you can go back to studying."
"Why did you have to bring up that sad topic? Jiaxue, I’m going to turn my sadness into hunger, and eat your family’s Tang Qing out of house and home," Zeng Rou declared with a ’resolute’ face as she charged toward the dining table like she was doing something grand.
During the meal.
Zeng Rou suddenly asked, "Jiaxue, when are you guys going home?"
Lin Jiaxue turned to Tang Qing; she really didn’t know when Tang Qing had decided to leave, but she knew that he would arrange everything. However, to Zeng Rou, this seemed like a sign of deep dependence.
This silly girl.
Zeng Rou had to admit, Tang Qing was indeed a fortunate man, having Lin Jiaxue as such a wonderful partner. And Lin Jiaxue was lucky too, to have Tang Qing as her young, wealthy, and talented future husband.
"Plane ticket for the afternoon of the 16th," Tang Qing replied. The ticket had been booked a month in advance, but he was a bit disappointed that he failed to snatch a first-class cabin. However, he thought it made sense since the world was never short of customers who could afford first-class seats.
It was also a newly opened direct flight from the Shanghai Stock Market to Qingyan City.
"That’s perfect, we finish our exams on the 13th, so we can have dinner that evening. Gu Man and Ning Jing are taking the train on the 15th, and I need to stay with my uncle for a few days after my exams," Zeng Rou said.
"Sure, we can meet at the house next to the school, and I’ll invite the guys from our dormitory too," Tang Qing agreed. He realized that the only time he had managed to have a meal with his roommates was at the start of the semester.
"By the way, about that club you said you were going to start, there’s been no word about it. Hee hee, are you chickening out?" Zeng Rou’s expression changed as she remembered something funny and said, chuckling.
Upon hearing this.
Tang Qing’s face really turned red this time.
Being caught out by Zeng right then was a bit embarrassing. At first, he had boasted so much about starting an awesome club, and now not only was there no sign of it, but it seemed he had also forgotten about it, leaving him feeling quite cornered.
He coughed awkwardly a couple of times.
"This... I haven’t thought it through yet."
Tang Qing didn’t try to argue his case as he had genuinely forgotten, and there was no point in making excuses just for show.
"Giggle... Hahaha... I’m dying of laughter... Tang Qing, are you planning to think about this club for four years... Ouch... I ate too much... Laughing so hard, my stomach hurts... Ow... Help..."
Zeng Rou just doubled over with laughter.
And then she went from extreme joy to sorrow.
Tang Qing hadn’t expected his own food to inadvertently help him out. Watching Zeng Rou’s pained yet joyful expression, Lin Jiaxue, and the others couldn’t help but burst into laughter too; the ’retribution’ seemed to have come too swiftly.
"Joy turns to sorrow; the ancients really didn’t let me down," Tang Qing said, taking pleasure in her misfortune, laughing.
Upon hearing that, Zeng Rou became irritated.
It took a while for her to stop laughing, feeling as if her stomach muscles had softened from the hilarity.
She took a few deep breaths.
And finally managed to suppress her laughter.
This painful lesson taught Zeng Rou that one should never gloat after eating a full meal, or else someone else might enjoy a bigger laugh.
Even though he laughed,
Tang Qing did not forget the bold claim he had made previously.
But it was definitely too late for this year; he had to postpone it to the next. Constantly attending classes was somewhat boring; starting a club would be a good pastime. This year, he realized he hadn’t even made a single friend at school.
.......
The following week.
Final exams began.
However, for university students, the difficulty of exams was worlds apart from high school. Those who made it to Fudan were all top students from around the country, and none feared such a minor challenge. With a bit of effort, they could pass, what they truly competed for were the top places, as there was a scholarship involved.
After some thought.
Tang Qing didn’t need that money.
It was better left to other students who needed it, especially a few in their class from average families who studied very hard, including a couple who were so poor that steamed buns and pickles were their daily meals.
Therefore, for each subject, Tang Qing only did enough to score eighty percent, too lazy to answer even one more question.
But his mind was on something else.
That was whether to have his companies extensively support impoverished university students.
The ’Huaxia Little Angel Charity Foundation’ still had plenty of money, enough to last several years, but he wasn’t allowed to divert those funds, which were to be used consistently for the medical aid of children with illnesses.
There were still many coveting the Foundation’s money, especially other charity foundations whose greed seemed insatiable - after all, it was an amount measured in billions of RMB and attractive to everyone.
But as long as the collaboration between the Command Room and the country wasn’t terminated, the complaints of other charity foundations were futile.
Also, Sheng Tang Group’s donations were directed toward students in mountainous areas.
Now Tang Qing wondered if he should let his companies heavily support impoverished university students. If even one-tenth showed gratitude in the future, he would have quite a few loyal supporters; though he knew such a thought was rather idealistic.
However, without even considering it, the possibility was non-existent.
But still,
he decided to wait until the box office results of the first movie were out.
