You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 486 Play "Greedy Red Moon" and reach the peak of life!

However, just as Tang Ping was about to challenge the wild BOSS, he suddenly yawned.

It turned out that he was tired of playing, so he chose to leave the computer.

At this point, the surrounding gaming environment becomes his home.

With a long yawn, Tang Ping's sight gradually withdrew from the virtual world of the game, and the real environment suddenly reappeared before his eyes.

His eyes first swept over the old monitor in front of him, which displayed the login screen for a well-known online game. Then, looking around, he saw a chaotically cluttered bachelor's apartment.

Empty bottles, cans, and fast food containers littered the floor, filling the room with a strange, cheap, greasy smell. Tang Ping's sofa was also piled with various dirty clothes, some wet and some dry, even with some unidentified stains. To one side of the sofa lay several dozen unsorted magazines and comics.

The desk was the center of the mess. Besides the laptop and its external monitor, there was a long list of gaming peripherals, action figures, mouse pads, and other items scattered about in a chaotic mess. Empty bottles and cans, food scraps, and snack wrappers were also scattered across the table, making one wonder just how poorly this single, homebody's survival skills were.

Tang Ping reclined on the sofa, one hand still clutching the game controller, the other a half-opened bag of potato chips, occasionally taking a bite. He wore only a thin vest and a pair of well-worn boxer briefs, slouching lazily on the sofa.

The cool air from the air conditioner kept blowing, making his half-naked body feel a little cool, so he stretched lazily and yawned a little comfortably.

Only then did he notice that a reality variety show was playing on the TV screen. Apparently, he had just flipped on the channel while playing his game. The volume was turned up high, and the show was currently blasting out shameless rants about a celebrity.

The room was also littered with other household items, such as a completely cold takeout box on a small table nearby, and a basket of dirty clothes beneath the table, reeking of laundry detergent.

In the corner, there was a large, opened trash can, crammed with disposable lunch boxes, bottles, newspapers, flyers, and other household trash. Not far from this trench-like trash can, an expensive game controller lay limply, covered in a thin layer of dust.

The entire room was filled with the stale smell of nicotine and gaming dust, which was only given off by single men. Combined with the mess and dirtiness, it was almost unimaginable that this was the residence of a respectable citizen.

But to Tang Ping, all of this seemed to be the living environment he was most accustomed to. He lazily chopped a few potato chips in his mouth, contentedly sinking into the sofa, enjoying all the unconventional things.

After all, in the game, he was already an omnipotent superhero. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life in real life, and instead of feeling ashamed, he was proud of it.

Tang Ping yawned again and opened the safe in the room.

"All my property is here..."

Tang Ping looked at the savings he had accumulated over the years with great satisfaction. These were all things he had prepared for marrying a wife:
A gold bar,
A gold ring,

A gold necklace,

A men's diamond ring,

A female diamond ring,

A famous Swiss watch,
A bottle of Moutai...

Sanren understood immediately: "Oh... I get it. When we don't have money to spend on gold, we can take these things out."

The commentary was hilarious: "Hahaha... Good fellow, you're going to dig out all the leek roots..."

Sanren: "I still have money in the bank. Let me withdraw a gold bar first."

……

After Sanren operated Tang Ping and he fell asleep, he soon had a dream.

In the dream, the star Zha Zha Hui who advertised this web game appeared again.

Zha Zha Hui: "Hahaha, didn't I tell you, I'll be waiting for you in the Imperial City at 8 o'clock tonight!"

Tang Ping: "But it's not 8 o'clock now..."

He remembered something and continued to ask, "By the way, is this game you're endorsing reliable? Can you really make money?"

Zha Zha Hui: "Of course, I'm an international movie star, how can the things I endorse be fake?"

Tang Ping nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, things endorsed by celebrities shouldn't be bad."

Zha Zha Hui: "Don't worry, you can come to me if you have any problems."

Tang Ping scratched his head: "Then how can I make money? I need money urgently now."

Zha Zha Hui: "You need to keep getting stronger in the game, keep getting stronger, in order to make money... Don't worry, the game has just begun."

……

The next morning, Tang Ping was still in a dream when suddenly the cell phone next to him rang.

When Tang Ping saw the caller, he immediately became alert. It was Xiaomei.

It could be said that Xiaomei was the reason Tang Ping decided to play this legendary web game. Tang Ping was already 35 years old, but he was still single and unmarried. Relatives and friends around him were constantly trying to introduce him to potential partners.

I finally got introduced to a girl named Xiaomei, and we seemed to like each other.

As a result, Xiaomei and her family insisted on a betrothal gift of 30 yuan, not a penny less.

Tang Ping simply couldn't afford to save so much.

Just when he was at a loss, he saw the advertisement of "Greedy Red Moon" on his computer.

The advertisement said that this game can recycle equipment and get real money back, and the money will be credited to your account within seconds!
Tang Ping suddenly felt that if he played well and rounded up, he could even make money in the game, so he downloaded the game...

"So, have you figured out a way to get the betrothal money? You must give me an answer. I can't afford to waste my youth..."

"That...that..."

"You can't really afford 30, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiaomei's voice sounded a little impatient.

"Who said that? It's just three hundred thousand! There must be a way!"

Tang Ping nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you for a few more days. If you can't get it by then, don't come to me."

……

Today is a working day and Tang Ping has to go to work.

Sanren stretched lazily: "Fuck, why go to work? Work is so boring. I have to play games. My wife earns all her money from games."

But there was no way out. He had not yet achieved financial freedom by playing Greedy Red Moon, so he had to hold his nose and go to work.

Tang Ping works for a company that sells cosmetics and his position is a clerk.

Pushing open the company's door, Tang Ping was immediately shocked by the scene before him. The working atmosphere here was intense and heated, and the degree of involution in the workplace far exceeded his imagination!
What came into view was an office area as densely packed as a honeycomb, with dozens of long desks neatly arranged in rows. At each seat sat a diligent employee, all with their heads bowed, their concentration as if they were robots.

The staff here are so toiled and dedicated that it's truly astonishing. They're typing away at their keyboards, frantically inputting data; or staring intently at their computer screens, constantly switching between windows and folders; others are hurriedly printing, copying, and delivering documents, or concentrating on long phone calls. All these working states combine to create a scene of intense activity.

Even the few vacant seats were filled the next second. The entire office area was bustling with activity, and from time to time, you could hear the voices of clerks loudly answering their superiors or whispering to each other about work, echoing through the air.
Even more astonishing is that even with such a tight work pace, each employee's desk is neatly organized with folders, documents, and magazines. Their computer screens also have multiple windows open simultaneously, as they review work materials and input data simultaneously. The level of activity is truly astonishing!
Further away, the offices of the senior staff were equally bustling with activity. They were all raptly focused on their computers, sometimes mumbling to themselves, sometimes barking orders into the phone, sometimes rushing to conference rooms for meetings. The pressure of work was palpable, evident in the hustle and bustle of the office.

The most intimidating were the upper-level managers and supervisors. They personally monitored their subordinates' work, often shouting and scolding them, demanding they work harder, with an extremely harsh attitude. From time to time, these shoutings startled an employee, causing them to shiver all over, their hands shaking slightly!
Some supervisors even go so far as to patrol the office in groups, personally reviewing and examining their subordinates' data and documents. Their strides are powerful, their eyes like searchlights scanning each and every one of them. Whenever they catch a subordinate neglecting their duties, they are bound to deliver a torrent of harsh words.
Even amidst this high-pressure atmosphere, supervisors would occasionally arrive with piles of documents, dictating overtime to everyone. Many employees would nod helplessly, their eyes nearly reddening.
Even the reception desk and hallways reveal the company's hardworking and aggressive atmosphere. The receptionist is constantly answering and making calls, her movements as nimble as a telepath. The hallway walls are covered in slogans and work proclamations, all of which betray the company's intense exploitation of its employees.
“Always be alert! Always maintain the highest enthusiasm for work!”

“Don’t let up! Employees should monitor themselves and each other!”

“Work hard and seize every opportunity. Whoever has the most input is a workaholic!”

Seeing this scene, Tang Ping's scalp tingled, and his heart was filled with infinite despair for his working life. As expected, this was the infamous "capitalist beast den." With such an extremely harsh and involuted atmosphere, it was almost suffocating to live!
Tang Ping had just sat down in his seat and hadn't even warmed up when the boss clapped his hands and asked everyone to go into the conference room for a meeting.

The conference room was completely silent. Manager Yang, the department manager, looked around at everyone, his face radiating righteousness. He straightened his chest slightly, cleared his throat, and then began to speak slowly:
"Everyone, I believe you have all noticed. The company's operations have indeed encountered some minor setbacks recently."

Manager Yang always spoke with charm and a pleasant voice, seemingly imbuing even the simplest words with a thousand emotions. He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with gentleness. "Of course, this is just a minor challenge for our business. Just like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, it is always met with a brief shower."

"But we are all young seedlings sprouting from this land, and naturally we shouldn't be shaken by a mere shower." Manager Yang said solemnly, enunciating each word: "Therefore, the company's resolve remains unwavering. We will continue to uphold the highest standards and provide our customers with the finest products and services, even if this means some hardship in the short term."

"Take you all, for example. As the backbone of the company, during this difficult period, the company naturally demands more of you." He said, his tone becoming more intimate and gentle. "But please believe that this is not meant to squeeze or exploit you. On the contrary, I hope you will view this as a valuable opportunity to hone yourselves."

"Just as steel must be repeatedly tempered and sharpened, our will becomes stronger and more resilient. I admire the determination and perseverance you all demonstrate in your work. However, I hope that during this period, you will be able to reach new heights and demonstrate your greatest value."

Manager Yang said this and bowed sincerely to everyone: "Thank you all for your hard work. I sincerely thank you for your contribution to the company. I also know that this undoubtedly adds a lot of burden to everyone, but I believe that after a period of hard work, we will be able to break into a new world. Let us work together, work together, and overcome the current difficulties together!"

People strive for higher ground, and water flows to lower ground. Manager Yang's impassioned speech was a truly inspiring and wise statement! Everyone present was moved by his eloquent words, their fighting spirit rekindled. Some nodded enthusiastically, while others blushed. Everyone sensed the company's high expectations of them and resolved to give their all in this ordeal.
These poor office workers seemed completely unable to discern the company's boasting and persuasion, and instead believed it wholeheartedly! Manager Yang scanned the excited faces below the stage with satisfaction, his expression becoming more relaxed. As expected, these flowery rhetoric proved incredibly effective in driving his subordinates to work tirelessly!
Tang Ping didn't care about this PUA rhetoric and continued to sit back at his office computer and slack off.

Sanren: "I can actually leave work safely after slacking off!"

After arriving on the street, Tang Ping scratched his head. His mind was completely focused on games at work today, and he had no intention of working at all. He felt itchy in his heart, so he simply went to the Internet cafe after get off work.

Tang Ping went into an internet cafe on the corner.
Pushing open the old iron door, a thick cloud of smoke blew in Tang Ping's face, and he couldn't help but cough dryly. The atmosphere of this corner internet cafe truly made him feel the nostalgia of the internet cafes of the early 2000s.

The first thing that caught my eye was the plumes of smoke rising from the internet cafe. The air was thick with a smoky aroma, as if just a few puffs would make one addicted. And beneath the haze, slovenly dressed geeks sat everywhere, each one straining to puff away clouds of cigarettes in the cramped space.

The commentator was shocked: "Damn, I miss this internet cafe environment so much!"

(End of this chapter)