Legendary American Tycoon

An hour later, White checked his account and he added five thousand dollars. White transferred about a third of it to Iverson, and Iverson, who hadn't slept all night, had tilted his head and fell on the bed. He can get enough sleep in the morning for class in the afternoon.

During this time, Brooklyn sent the official version of the game via email.

White turned it on in encrypted mode and looked around the room. It was four o'clock in the morning. The light in the room was not very bright, but I could still see the bright lights of the next building reflected on the glass window opposite the desk. .

"It would be terrible if someone peeped." White murmured, stood up and drew the curtains, and sat down in front of the computer again.

The loading bar of R-2 moved slowly at the speed of a tortoise.

White slipped the earphones on, plugged in the mouse, and watched the title words slowly coming out on the screen.

The R-2 game is geared towards the masses of young men between the ages of 19 and 29. The male protagonist in the game is an ordinary employee in the building. He has a cohabiting Qingmei, and after accidentally glimpsing Qingmei's secret one day, he leads a painful "abstinence" life.

The background music of the game slowly floated out, seductive, deep, and hoarse, echoing deafeningly in the headphones.

A girl with short blue hair popped out of the game interface. She was a colleague of the protagonist. They were developing a game called "Touch Me". After the two went to the box to drink, the girl accidentally slapped her feet.

At this time, the interface pops up with two options.

"Apartment or hospital?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" White muttered and nodded the apartment without hesitation.

The hoarse music suddenly became soothing and ambiguous after coming to the apartment, red hearts appeared on the girl's body, and the drunk girl's face was flushed, leaning on the male protagonist's shoulder-that is, "you" Shoulders.

You came to the sister's apartment, "you" carefully took off her socks and put a bandage on her.

At this moment, the girl suddenly hugged "you" and leaned her red lips up.

"I...I like you!" The girl confessed affectionately, her drunken eyes were lovely.

Just as White picked up the water glass with dry mouth, a selection interface popped up on the screen.

"Whether to enter the sage mode? Yes or no."

"No." White swallowed and pressed the mouse.

"You" successfully threw the girl down, when the phone in the room rang, it turned out to be Qingmei's call.

"Are you answering? Yes or No."

"No." White thought without thinking.

The blue-haired colleague girl's face turned redder. She lowered her head shyly and put her hands on her shoulders. With her movements, her white and flawless shoulders gradually appeared.

"I, I'm different from ordinary people. My body is a bit weird. Don't laugh at me..." the girl lowered her head and said.

White said "Ha"? Thinking strange? How strange is it? Rubbing his hands together, he was about to continue tapping, but he didn't expect the phone to jingle.

White didn't want to bother at first, but the call was unsuccessful, so he took off the headset and stood up to look for the phone. The ringtone stopped at this moment.

--and many more.

White suddenly realized that this ringtone came from the game!

auzw.com At this time, the game interface turned black.

The blue light of the screen began to shake violently, bright and dark, and the sound became longer and shorter for a while.

White's heart pounded.

what happened? Play an R-level game and get a Trojan horse?

White soon calmed down and looked down to check the computer. As soon as his hand touched the keyboard, when he was about to forcibly open the background program, the computer heard a hideous laughter——

"Hahaha! Engelson, do you think I will play for you for free? I want to play with money to buy the original. Stay in Brooklyn."

There is such a string of text on the screen.

There was a moment of silence, and White was stunned for a while, then suddenly hammered the keyboard hard, and said, "Is he taking revenge on my salary increase?"

White's interest was dissipated by such a stir. He turned off the computer angrily, stretched out, and looked at the time—unknowingly, it was already six.

It’s still too early to go to work at this time, and it’s about two or three hours.

White thought to himself, went to the closet and chose casual clothes to wear. He went out at 6:30 in the morning and went downstairs and ran around the apartment a few times.

The mist in the morning has not dissipated, covering the face, refreshing and cool.

White returned to the apartment refreshedly, took another shower, put on his formal clothes, and tied his tie. He looked left and right, thinking about what he was like, and then he got up and walked out.

Nine in the morning.

Not long after, White came to Google’s Silicon Valley company. To his surprise, there were not many people in the company. After deliberately dipping for a long time, he was actually one of the first people to arrive at Google.

White walked in, and a man passed by. White recognized him.

"Tom?" White called.

Tom stopped when he heard the voice, and he saw White with a happy expression on his face.

"Ah, White. I'll be a colleague from now on, so I have to work hard." Tom stretched out his hand to shake hands with White, and said in a semi-joking predecessor's tone.

White also stretched out his hand in response to the situation. He noticed that Tom was holding a pile of documents, from which photos of different people were vaguely revealed, which seemed to be information on the flow of personnel.

"You come up with me first. The offices are on the second floor. The first floor is usually the reception and resting place." Tom said as he walked up to the second floor.

White followed, looking down from the transparent glass staircase, the hall on the first floor was like a large open nest, dotted with sparse people.

"There don't seem to be many people in the morning," White mentioned casually.

When Tom heard the sound, he laughed, opened the door and said, "That's it. Our working hours are usually at ten o'clock in the morning. Some people don't like the company to work. Working at home is also allowed by our company."

White stunned: "Working from home?"

Tom said: "Yes, this is our Google tradition. Freedom to work because we trust our employees."

Tom had led him to a room like a staff office. As Tom said, there were not many people coming at this time. There were only two of them in the office except for a few cleaners.

The office is very large and empty. It is divided into four groups. Each group has two tables. The entire office has nine tables, and one table is left alone at the end.

"We usually cooperate with Team. Each office is distributed like this. For example, here is a group of five people, and here is a group of four." Tom explained to White, "White is your seat here. Five In a group."