Chapter 35

Key Point

"Sister Zhao, this artist is very cooperative with our work this time, and the studio has no comments on the interview draft." The staff enlarged the cover and inner page design drafts on the projector: "If you think there's no problem, we'll send it to the printing factory tonight."

"Swap the second and fourth inner page images. The second image is too similar to the outer cover's pose and expression." Zhao Yin signed the document after reviewing all the designs: "Don't pay attention to those comments on social media platforms. Kunlun Film and Television's public relations department will handle it themselves."

Regardless of whether the cooperation succeeds, Time cannot openly speak ill of any artist, otherwise, how would other artists dare to cooperate with them in the future?

Time is a top domestic fashion magazine. Although Kunlun Film and Television's development is average, it is backed by the large Kunlun headquarters. There will definitely be opportunities for cooperation between the two sides in the future. No one wants to sour the relationship too much over an artist involved in emotional disputes.

"Okay, Sister Zhao."

"Sister Zhao, Lin Hui's agent has already issued a public statement on social media, saying that it was due to Lin Hui's personal health reasons that this cooperation was canceled, but the artist's fans don't seem to accept this explanation."

"It's fine, it will be better in two days." Zhao Yin said calmly: "List Lin Hui as a high-risk artist for cooperation. For the next two years, Time's fashion events will temporarily not include him in the invitation list. However, remember to give Kunlun Film and Television an extra invitation slot for the fashion event at the end of this month."

"Okay, Sister Zhao."

Soon, Lin Hui's agent called to apologize. Zhao Yin perfunctorily finished the call with a friendly tone, then turned to her assistant: "The weather is bad today, everyone go home early."

She closed her computer and walked out of the conference room. Several employees were gathered in the waiting area outside, all smiling happily.

"What are you all doing here? The rain is getting heavier, hurry up and pack up to go home." Zhao Yin glanced at the time. It was already past seven in the evening.

"Mom." Chao Musheng poked his head out from the crowd: "Are you done with work?"

"Sheng Sheng?" Zhao Yin then noticed that the person surrounded by the employees was her own child. There were also fruits, snacks, and drinks in front of him. She wondered how long he had been waiting there.

"My brothers and sisters said you were busy, so I waited for you outside." Chao Musheng picked up the shawl on the sofa and put it on Zhao Yin: "It's windy outside, wear this, and take it off after getting in the car."

The colleagues who came out of the conference room with Zhao Yin couldn't help but look at Chao Musheng.

Their profession has seen many handsome men and beautiful women. Even so, seeing such a fresh, fair, crisp, and clean young man was still pleasing to the eye.

"No wonder Sister Zhao doesn't bring her child to the company. He's just too..."

Delicious.

It is known that among famous celebrity couples in the industry, their children rarely surpass their parents' looks.

But Sister Zhao's child grew up very well, inheriting all the good traits from his parents, as if Goddess Nuwa had carefully selected his parents' genetic makeup for him.

"Goodbye, brothers and sisters. Thank you for your hospitality."

Hearing Chao Musheng politely thank them, the employees smiled, their feelings a bit complicated.

Given Sister Zhao's position, who would dare to neglect her child?

But they saw no arrogance in Sister Zhao's child. Humility is indeed a rare quality in the fickle world of fame and fortune.

The underground parking lot was very quiet. Chao Musheng opened the back car door for Zhao Yin, feeling as if eyes were staring at him from behind. He looked back twice.

"There are so many shawls in the cloakroom, and you specifically picked the ugliest one to bring." Zhao Yin got into the car, took off the shawl, and found a small piece of yellow paper stuck to it.

She picked it up and looked at it. What was this?

"You bought this when you and Dad went traveling. I thought you'd like it." Chao Musheng saw in the rearview mirror that Zhao Yin was holding a piece of yellow shredded paper: "What is this?"

"I don't know." Zhao Yin casually threw it into the car's trash can: "Maybe it got stuck somewhere by accident."

"This is what your dad and I bought to protect against sandstorms when we rode camels." Zhao Yin rubbed her forehead and fastened her seatbelt: "Drive slowly."

Chao Musheng: "Mom, you have to trust my driving skills."

"The puppet talisman has failed." In the dark car, the player stared at the car driving ahead, his eyes red.

He had originally planned to use the puppet talisman to control Zhao Yin and cause a car accident, which would complete the mission assigned by the system without exposing him. But he never expected the puppet talisman to fail, and Zhao Yin was accompanied by others.

The player sitting next to him: "I didn't expect her to play so many tricks, raising such a young gigolo."

"Shut up." The player in the driver's seat punched him: "Don't you recognize this gigolo?"

"Brother, my eyesight isn't good."

"When we first entered the dungeon, that gigolo was also among the interns." The player started the car and followed Zhao Yin's car in the heavy rain: "You can tell by their faces that these two are related. Use your brain. Don't just think about that kind of thing when you see a man and a woman."

"Brother, what do we do now?" The passenger seat player worried: "It's raining so hard. They must be going straight home. How do we find an opportunity to strike?"

"Don't argue, I'm thinking of a way." The driving player took out several devouring bees from his consciousness space and released them.

His daily mission was to cause a car accident for the editor-in-chief of Time. As for whether the other party would die, that was not his concern.

Anyway, they were just NPCs in the dungeon.

Seeing his mother asleep in the back seat, Chao Musheng turned off the music in the car, turned up the temperature, and waited for the traffic light countdown.

Cars lined up in a long queue on the road, dense and spectacular.

In such heavy rain, apart from humans rushing for a living, there were probably no other unlucky creatures that needed to brave the rain.

Thud.

A devouring bee, breaking through everything, was hit by a large raindrop the moment it approached Chao Musheng's car, falling onto the car's hood.

The fate of the other two was even worse. As soon as they approached the car tires, they were crushed into a small puddle by the suddenly starting car, merging with the sewage on the ground.

"Just wait, this car is about to have an accident." The player in the driver's seat showed a triumphant smile. Devouring bees can even swallow steel, let alone small car tires.

In such heavy rain, when the tire blows out, the car will definitely lose control.

The next second, he saw the car stopped at the traffic light steadily start and move forward, with no signs of malfunction.

Devouring bees, what are you doing?

Is chewing a car tire that difficult?

The player was unwilling and drove past, slowing down slightly where the other car was parked.

The devouring bee, struggling dizzily in the muddy puddle, poked its head out with difficulty. Seeing the car wheel still above it, it immediately carried out its master's command, using its sharp mouthparts to suck the internal components of the tire into its abdomen.

After driving for a while, the passenger seat player felt the car shaking violently: "Brother, do you feel like there's something wrong with our car?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car lost control. After making several large circles on the road, it perfectly avoided all vehicles and pedestrians and crashed heavily into a stone pillar by the roadside.

Woken up by the loud noise, Zhao Yin opened her eyes, sat up, and looked back: "Did a car accident happen behind us?"

The rain was too heavy, and everything outside was white. She could only vaguely see a dilapidated car lying on its back by the roadside. The traffic police on duty at the intersection were rushing over.

Chao Musheng glanced at the rearview mirror and only saw a broken tire lying quietly by the roadside, crossing all the crowds and traffic.

He secretly rejoiced, driving in bad weather is really dangerous. Fortunately, he came to pick them up.

Driving the car into the community's underground garage, Chao Musheng found a bee's corpse still stuck to the hood.

He took out a tissue, wrapped the bee's corpse, and threw it into the trash can.

"Who works hard for whom, who is sweet for whom? In such heavy rain, it still comes out to collect honey. What a tragic death."

[Ding! Two players died after failing an outdoor mission. Remaining players: 11.]

A few minutes later, a player sent a message in the chat group.

[Who died? Could it be the one looking for the editor-in-chief of Time?]

[It's him. This person is no longer in the group. He's gone.]

[I remember the two players who failed to clear the dungeon last Friday night also received missions to trouble natives.]

[Whoever gets this kind of mission is unlucky. I'd rather have the system deduct points than earn points for such high-difficulty daily missions.]

[Do you think you have the right to choose? Failing three daily missions will result in obliteration by the system. The daily missions get harder and harder later on. How many chances do you have to waste?]

Xiao Juan clicked on the avatars of the players in the chat group. Each player's avatar was a gray initial version, but the serial numbers were different.

For example, her number was 1, Ah Ze's number was 25. The ones who just disappeared from the group were numbers 3 and 17.

"The NPCs in this dungeon are really scary. Whoever dares to attack them dies." Ah Ze came out of the room with his phone: "I hope Sister Juan and I don't get such unlucky daily missions."

2: [Are you okay?]

Another message popped up on Xiao Juan's phone, from the player who found the address of Time's office.

1: [What could be wrong with me?]

2: [I thought you asked me for Time's address to do some mission. It's great that you're okay.]

1: [Hehe]

Great?

Xiao Juan sneered, probably it's a pity.

Number 2 was so enthusiastic and helpful in finding information and addresses for number 3. It couldn't be because he was kind-hearted, could it?

"Sister Juan, why did the system arrange for players to trouble the magazine editor-in-chief?" Ah Ze couldn't understand: "What does this have to do with the dungeon mission?"

"Didn't you notice that number 2 said that this magazine has had a dispute with an artist from Kunlun Film and Television Department in the past two days?" Xiao Juan said: "If the editor-in-chief of the magazine suddenly has an accident, the public's first suspicion and accusation will be directed at the Kunlun artist."

"Including letting players pick up water from trash cans, it's all to make the public believe that Kunlun treats interns harshly. The mission of this dungeon is a comprehensive encirclement and suppression of Kunlun."

"No wonder on my first day in the dungeon, the system asked me to pluck money tree leaves. So it was to destroy Kunlun's feng shui." Ah Ze scratched his head: "Building such a huge company dungeon just for players to overthrow it, the main god is quite playful."

Xiao Juan raised her eyebrows. A dungeon built by the main god?

If the main god really had such great power, why was the flexibility of previous dungeons not comparable to this current world?

It summoned so many players from various worlds, sending them into various dungeons batch after batch, just for fun?

"I suspect..."

The system in her head emitted a piercing high-pitched sound. Xiao Juan covered her head, kneeling on the ground in pain.

"Hahahahahaha." Xiao Juan opened her bloodshot eyes. The stronger the system's reaction, the more it feared.

The cold, aloof sub-system created by the main god itself was actually afraid.

What was it afraid of?

Was it afraid that she would discover the truth, or was it afraid of the power of this dungeon world?

Xiao Juan struggled to get up from the ground. She walked to the window. The old glass window was covered with a thick layer of dust. When the rain passed, it left mottled traces.

The phone screen lit up, showing a message from Chao Musheng.

[Zhao Zhao Mu Mu: Xiao Juan, Mom and I have arrived home safely.]

Xiao Juan picked up her phone. If everything was just an illusion created by the main god, then what were the increased health and luck values they gained at the Zhao family's house?

It couldn't be that the main god favored them and specially gave them special treatment, could it?

"Eating the boss's special meals for several days in a row, I'm a bit tired of it." Chao Musheng typed on the keyboard, whispering to Old Mo: "I'm going to the cafeteria at noon. Brother Mo, are you coming?"

Human nature is indeed bad. After getting used to rich food, one occasionally misses home-cooked dishes.

"Alright." Old Mo glanced at Chao Musheng's computer desktop. The strings of code made his eyes hurt: "Xiao Zhao, are you really not staying with the company after your internship?"

"Brother, I still have to go back to school." Chao Musheng had a lollipop in his mouth. No wonder the boss had lollipops on him outside the game team office last time. It turned out they were supplied to the software development team.

Only then did Old Mo remember Chao Musheng's student status. Because of his outstanding ability, he had long forgotten about it.

Thinking that the team leader was unwilling to let Xiao Zhao join their team for this reason, Old Mo couldn't help shaking his head. He had to say, the team leader's judgment was really not good.

During lunch, the cafeteria auntie saw Chao Musheng and smiled: "I haven't seen you for several days. I thought you resigned."

"I was transferred to another department. There's not much time to come down for lunch." Chao Musheng took the heavy tray and searched for an empty seat with his eyes.

"I've been with the company for so long, and the auntie who serves food doesn't even remember who I am. You haven't been to the cafeteria for a few days, and she remembers you." Old Mo sighed: "Good-looking people shine wherever they go."

"Xiao Zhao, there's an empty seat here." A colleague from the game team saw Chao Musheng and waved to him from a distance.

Chao Musheng took Old Mo to sit with the game team. Seeing their huge dark circles, he asked curiously: "Senior brother, how long have you been working overtime?"

"Since you were transferred to the 52nd floor, we've been working overtime every day." The senior brother glared at Old Mo with resentful eyes: "Zhaozi, we've been struggling without you, Zhaozi."

"Don't use internet memes." Facing a dozen pairs of resentful eyes, Old Mo was not afraid at all: "Don't worry, our R&D department will take good care of Sheng Sheng."

"I heard that your R&D department was initially unwilling to let Xiao Zhao join." The senior brother said sarcastically: "Could it be that you saw Xiao Zhao achieve results in our game department and then changed your mind?"

Old Mo: "Our R&D department has high meal subsidies."

Senior brother: "Fickle villain."

Old Mo: "Our R&D department has a tea break in the afternoon and can monopolize the CEO's elevator."

Senior brother: "Hehe, aren't you just like us, with not much hair left?"

Game team members: "..."

Hurting the enemy a thousand, hurting oneself a thousand too?

Chao Musheng lowered his head and shoveled rice, desperately shoveling rice.

The ribs are delicious, the corn is delicious. As long as he doesn't have to speak, everything is delicious.

"Finished eating, Xiao Zhao, let's go back quickly." Amidst the resentment of the game team members, Old Mo put down his chopsticks, not wanting to stay for another second.

"Senior brother, I'm going upstairs first." Chao Musheng whispered in the senior brother's ear: "I'll come to the game team to find you tomorrow noon."

"Good, good, good." The senior brother tightly grabbed Chao Musheng's wrist: "Good brother, you must come!"

"Let go." Old Mo was shocked and snatched Chao Musheng from the senior brother's hand: "Sheng Sheng is ours."

The senior brother stared at Old Mo, and Old Mo glared at the senior brother.

How shameless!

"Forget it, forget it." After Old Mo left with Chao Musheng, the game team colleagues comforted the senior brother: "Those are people from the 52nd floor. For Xiao Zhao's sake, let's just let them be."

They couldn't afford to offend the elites on the 52nd floor.

"Mr. Zhao."

As soon as Chao Musheng walked out of the restaurant, a man in a suit came over, followed by a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The young man had an ordinary appearance. He looked up and met Chao Musheng's gaze, then quickly lowered his head, seemingly shy.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao. I'm an agent from the Film and Television Department. My surname is Wang. You can just call me Old Wang." The man handed a business card to Chao Musheng with both hands.

Film and Television Department?

Chao Musheng took the business card: "Hello, Brother Wang. May I ask what's the matter?"

"I have some work matters I'd like to discuss with you. I wonder if it's convenient for you now?" Agent Wang smiled ingratiatingly: "There's a nice coffee shop downstairs. How about we go downstairs and talk?"

"Sorry, Brother Wang." Chao Musheng refused with a smile: "I still have to rush back to work overtime, so it might be a bit inconvenient."

Seeing Chao Musheng disagree, Agent Wang secretly felt bitter and could only continue to smile: "I have some connections with Secretary Liu from the CEO's office. I'll ask Secretary Liu to say hello to your department manager. For such a short time, your manager won't make things difficult for you."

"So you're Brother Liu's friend." Chao Musheng stopped: "Of course I'm willing to give Brother Liu face, but I'm not sure how my scope of work would be related to the Film and Television Department."

Agent Wang heard something wrong in Chao Musheng's words. Did the other party mean to give Secretary Liu face, rather than considering the department manager?

He looked back at the intern assistant behind him. Did this intern lie to him?

The intern buried his head low, looking as honest as could be.

Agent Wang couldn't gauge Chao Musheng's attitude and could only continue to humble himself: "Mr. Zhao, this matter is somewhat related to your mother's work. I hope you will give me a few minutes, for Secretary Liu's sake."

"What about my face?" The CEO's exclusive elevator door opened, and Secretary Liu strode out. He glanced at Agent Wang, then focused his attention on Chao Musheng: "Xiao Zhao, the chef made your favorite Australian lobster for lunch today. Why didn't you go eat?"

"Brother Liu, I've been eating rich food every day, and my face has gotten fatter." Chao Musheng felt a little regretful when he heard about the Australian lobster. He should have asked what they were eating today.

"I secretly saved one for you in the office." Secretary Liu turned around and pressed the elevator, patting Chao Musheng's shoulder: "Let's go, let's eat on our 51st floor."

Old Mo silently looked at Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu, he's still here. Is it inappropriate to give Xiao Zhao special treatment in front of him?

"Old Mo, you're here too?" Secretary Liu waved his hand: "You also hurry back to the 52nd floor. They probably haven't finished eating yet."

Old Mo: "..."

Only heard of new love's laughter, never seen old love's tears?

The feelings have faded after all.

Agent Wang watched Secretary Liu personally press the CEO's office elevator for Chao Musheng and mention the 52nd floor, his heart sinking.

Secretary Liu glanced at him lightly: "Each department's work is handled by themselves. Don't disturb unrelated employees' normal rest."

Agent Wang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Secretary Liu, you are right."

After Secretary Liu turned back into the elevator, Agent Wang suspected that Secretary Liu came downstairs at this moment specifically to find Chao Musheng.

This made him, who had just used Secretary Liu as a shield, look like a ridiculous clown.

"Who told you that Chao Musheng is an intern in the game team?" Agent Wang turned around and vented his anger on the intern: "Bad luck!"

"Sorry, Brother Wang. When I first joined the company, Brother Zhao was indeed assigned to the game team. He has such a good relationship with the senior management, he might have been transferred to another department recently through their connections."

"Do you think the 52nd floor is a place you can get into just by connections?" Agent Wang cursed in a low voice: "If I had known he was from the 52nd floor, I wouldn't have come to ask him to intercede for Lin Hui."

The intern's eyes changed: "Brother Wang, what kind of place is the 52nd floor?"

"What kind of place?" Agent Wang went to a secluded spot and kicked the intern twice to vent his anger: "It's a place our Film and Television Department can't even go. Clean the dust off my shoes."

The intern lay on the ground, wiping Agent Wang's shoes with his sleeve.

Chao Musheng from the 52nd floor...

It turns out the key to clearing the dungeon is with him.