My capital is quite large.

Time flies, and it's already late April.

Perhaps it was because Li Feng in this life acted too submissively that Zhao Peng and his gang of lackeys completely lost their sadistic pleasure.

Unlike his previous life, where he saved him for public humiliation on the day of the DNF open beta in June, in this life, Zhao Peng, feeling bored as soon as his six-month probation period ended, couldn't wait to put his name on the optimization list.

In the personnel department office.

The HR coldly pushed a termination of employment notice in front of Li Feng: "Li Feng, because your performance evaluation during the probationary period was consistently rated D, which does not meet the job requirements, the company has decided not to hire you. This is your termination certificate; please sign it here."

Li Feng's expression remained completely unchanged as he picked up the pen and quickly signed his name.

Seeing his prompt agreement, the HR representative's eyes flashed with surprise. Then, she pulled out another document from her drawer and handed it to him: "And this, the 'Employee Non-Competition Agreement.' You should know the rules of big companies. You can't work for a competing internet company for two years, and you'll receive a monthly compensation payment. Sign it."

Li Feng's hand, holding the pen, froze in mid-air.

He glanced down at the unfair terms and conditions, a mocking smile playing on his lips, before slamming the pen back onto the table.

I won't sign this one.

The HR person frowned, their tone displeased: "Li Feng, this is standard company procedure!"

"Standard procedure?" Li Feng stood up, his tone calm but unwavering. "I'm just a low-level outsourced tester still on probation, dismissed for 'insufficient ability,' I haven't even touched the core codebase. You're trying to block me with a non-compete agreement that restricts executives and core technical staff? Which labor law stipulates that?"

The HR person was speechless for a moment, opened their mouth, but found that they had no way to refute it.

Indeed, having a marginalized probationary tester sign a non-compete agreement is essentially a perfunctory formality.

Since the other party had some legal knowledge and was a tough nut to crack, she couldn't be bothered to report him to the legal department and cause trouble for a lowly outcast.

"Suit yourself. If you don't sign, you won't get any compensation. You can leave now," the HR said impatiently, waving his hand.

Li Feng didn't bother to look at her again and turned to walk out of the personnel department.

Back at his workstation next to the toilet and printer, Li Feng began to pack his things neatly.

He had very few personal belongings, only a faded mug and a mechanical keyboard.

After throwing these two items into the cardboard box, I turned on the computer, accessed the system's underlying code, and completely destroyed the two hidden folders "Project_HappyFarm" and "Project_ParkingWars" deep within the D drive.

Not only that, he also ran a deep overwrite script that formatted and flushed the entire hard drive's data three times.

Even if Tencent's CTO personally came to do the data recovery, he would never find a trace of him typing out two games while on paid leave.

After doing all this, Li Feng removed his employee badge and casually tossed it onto the table.

He picked up the cardboard box and walked through the open office area without looking back.

It was 2 p.m.

The lobby of the Fiyta Building was bright and sunny, bustling with people, and filled with Tencent employees wearing blue name tags.

Li Feng took a deep breath of the fresh air blowing in from outside the building, preparing to step out of the revolving door and bid farewell to this nightmare place from his previous life.

"Buzzing—"

My Nokia N73 in my pocket suddenly started vibrating violently.

Li Feng raised an eyebrow and took out his phone.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar Shenzhen local landline number.

I pressed the answer button.

"Hello. Are you the person in charge of LF_Studio?"

On the other end of the phone came a middle-aged man's voice, sounding slightly anxious and tentative. In the background, one could vaguely hear the noise of rapid typing and the ringing of the telephone.

Li Feng stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickering slightly. "I am. Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their voice immediately becoming incredibly enthusiastic: "Thank goodness, I've finally gotten in touch with you! Let me introduce myself, I'm Wang, the director of the QQ Space business department at Tencent's Social Networking Group."

"We went to great lengths to use our connections to negotiate with the operator in order to find your prepaid phone number. We are really sorry to have bothered you."

A knowing smile appeared on Li Feng's lips.

The fact that a senior director from Tencent would personally call and speak in such a humble tone is not surprising given that Happy Farm, which surpassed three million daily active users within a month and completely boosted traffic on Renren.com, is a testament to this.

"Mr. Wang, you're too kind. Please speak frankly."

Mr. Wang, on the other end of the phone, was taken aback by the overly calm attitude, becoming even more convinced that this mysterious developer was no ordinary person, and quickly got to the point:

"Here's the thing, we at Tencent are very optimistic about the potential of 'Happy Farm' in the broader social networking field. Do you have some free time recently? We'd like to invite you to our Shenzhen headquarters for coffee to discuss a potential acquisition or deeper collaboration. We'll cover all your expenses, including airfare and a five-star hotel stay!"

Invited to the Shenzhen headquarters?

Li Feng looked up at the magnificent golden dome of the building above him and the words "18F-22F Social Business Group" written on the floor sign not far away, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Coffee is fine, but you can skip the plane tickets and hotel," Li Feng said casually.

"Huh? You mean... you don't want to cooperate with us, Penguin?" Mr. Wang's voice suddenly became tense.

"no."

Li Feng, holding the tattered cardboard box full of his resignation items in one hand, turned around and faced the elevator lobby inside the building again.

"I happen to be in the lobby of your Fiyta Building. Which floor? I'll just go up."

"..."

There was a five-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an incredulous exclamation: "You're downstairs?! This...this is too much of a coincidence! The 22nd floor! VIP meeting room 2201 for senior executives! I'll send my assistant to meet you at the elevator on the first floor right away!"

"No need to trouble yourself, I know the way."

Li Feng hung up the phone.

Just as he was carrying the cardboard box toward the elevator, he bumped into a familiar figure.

It's that lackey team leader who's always making things difficult for him.

He was holding a document and preparing to go to the administration department on the first floor when he saw Li Feng returning. He was stunned for a moment, then an exaggerated smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Li Feng, who just finished his resignation procedures? What's up?"

The sycophantic team leader blocked Li Feng's path with a sarcastic tone, his gaze sweeping over the cardboard box in Li Feng's hand. "Did you leave some junk behind? Or did you suddenly change your mind after going downstairs and want to go back and beg Boss Zhao to have mercy and give you a few more months of probation?"

"Stop dreaming. Your resignation is complete, and your access card has been cancelled. Get out of here, or I'll call security..."

Li Feng didn't even stop walking; he just glanced at him coldly.

She brushed past him and headed straight for the exclusive executive elevator, which only directors and above could enter by swiping their cards.

"Hey! Are you deaf? You're not qualified to use that elevator..." The lackey team leader turned around angrily, about to shout at him.

"bite--"

Just then, the doors of the VIP elevator opened.

A pretty female assistant wearing a purple tag from the SNG president's office rushed out in a hurry, just in time to meet Li Feng, who was carrying a cardboard box.

"Excuse me... are you the person in charge of LF_Studio? President Wang asked me to come down and pick you up immediately!" The female assistant looked at Li Feng, her tone full of respect.

Li Feng nodded slightly: "It's me."

The female assistant breathed a sigh of relief and quickly swiped her privilege card to open the elevator door. She bowed slightly and gestured for her to come in: "Please come in. Mr. Wang and several senior executives are already waiting for you in the conference room."

As the elevator doors slowly closed, through the glass I saw the lackey team leader standing a few meters away, his mouth agape enough to fit a duck egg.

"Click".

The elevator doors closed completely, and the numbers began to jump upwards rapidly.

Heading straight to the penguin's power center.