Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"For example—I always tell Ye Xiaodong to get lost."

Guoguo clapped her hands and shouted "Well done!" which startled the shop assistant who came over.

The shop assistant came to inform Guoguo that the jam she had chosen was sold out and asked her to choose another one. Guoguo hesitated for five minutes to choose the jam she wanted most from the three types, and then spent another eight minutes choosing the caramel apple jam from the remaining two before she was done.

"To be honest, I was so nervous when you called me," Guoguo muttered.

"I thought my nephew had done something wrong again."

For example, the thought of him publicly confessing his feelings in front of the entire school would make her feel ashamed for him.

Mu Nanfeng smiled, pursing her lips.

"No, it's just that when we chatted last time, I heard you work in the game industry. I also have a friend who works in games, and he seems to be having a lot of fun. So I couldn't help but wonder if everyone in the game industry is as interesting as you?"

"Oh? You have friends who work in the game industry? Which company? Maybe I know them?"

After all, the gaming industry isn't that big; the people coming and going are the same few.

There must be a colleague among the three people who know each other.

“I forgot to ask him last time.”

"I see... What a pity."

Mu Nanfeng picked up his coffee and sipped it, chatting casually.

"Which company do you work for?"

"Ah, it's a small company... well, not exactly small, more like a medium-sized company, but not a big one. Sorry, it's called World Entertainment Company—our mission is to make games that bring joy to the world."

Guoguo's vivid description, delivered in a preaching-like tone, made Mu Nanfeng chuckle.

"Am I overthinking it, or is your tone a veiled criticism?"

Guoguo slammed her hand on the table, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense. In our industry, being able to work overtime is a blessing. I respect my boss from the bottom of my heart and I like working overtime. Even if I lose my hair, go bald, experience anxiety, depression, or die from overwork, it's still what we want. To make games that bring joy to the world, we would go through fire and water without hesitation."

Mu Nanfeng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"...Is it that bad?"

"It's not that bad, the whole industry is like this, the overall environment is not good."

Mu Nanfeng was a very good listener. He spoke considerately and patiently, and as they talked, he got Guoguo to pour out a whole bucket of industry grievances.

He explained the whole story clearly, from how he had a rough start in the industry, to Dong Zhengyuan's difficulties, to the sudden changes in the project, and how he almost worked himself to death while assisting and supporting the project.

Although the process was quite tragic, Guoguo naturally had a comedic flair, turning the events into a series of jokes, and the conversation was filled with laughter, attracting curious glances from the next table.

"So, you're saying the project is what it is today because your good friend ousted the former producer and took over?"

Guoguo kept sighing.

"Now that I think about it, that's definitely true."

“If my eldest son hadn’t kicked that person out of office, I probably would have been out of a job by now, and I would be tormented like a fish being fried all day long.”

As Guoguo finished speaking, she unconsciously put her hands together in prayer.

“Praise be to my son, White Gate.”

Mu Nanfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Is your eldest son... very capable?"

Unexpectedly, Guoguo immediately put on a serious face.

"Wrong."

"Simply saying he's capable isn't enough to describe my son. Besides that, he's also stable, responsible, hardworking, doesn't shirk responsibility, and protects his subordinates..."

Guoguo counted on her fingers, while Mu Nanfeng leaned in to listen attentively.

"Does it sound like my son is old? Actually, he's not that much older than me." Guoguo scratched her head.

"Sigh, sometimes I feel like there's such a huge difference between people."

"Now that you've said that, I regret it."

"...?"

"Is this the new friend you wanted to introduce to me last time?" Mu Nanfeng asked with a smile.

"It's a pity I couldn't see it last time."

Was it a coincidence that I didn't see it, or was it not a coincidence at all?

This thought only flashed through Mu Nanfeng's mind for a moment.

Upon hearing this, Guoguo slapped her thigh, remembering the matter again.

"Yes, yes, I also think it's such a pity."

"I really think you two should get to know each other; you're alike in many ways."

Guoguo tilted her head as she said this.

Yes, besides the candy she likes, it's also about her way of speaking and some of her thought processes.

The two share some subtle similarities.

She couldn't explain why.

Mu Nanfeng smiled slightly, and a few minutes later, Guoguo dialed Bai Weiran's cell phone.

"Hey?"

"My son, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Well, you said."

"Well, I have a friend!"

As Guoguo spoke, Mu Nanfeng picked up his coffee cup, lowering his eyes to conceal his attentive listening.

“She was quite curious about our game company, and I wanted to take her on a tour of the company.”

Visits are permitted by the company, but must be accompanied by an internal staff member.

Most people bring their parents or relatives to visit, but some also bring their boyfriends or girlfriends.

Bringing a boyfriend is fine, but bringing a girlfriend usually means having to treat the whole group to afternoon tea as an apology.

"...Could I take her to see the project site for a quick look? Just secretly, for a little while."

Guoguo's pleading tone made Bai Weiran laugh.

While outsiders are not officially allowed to visit research and development projects, it is not uncommon for people to sneak in through back channels.

Bai Weiran isn't usually that rigid.

He only asked one question.

"Is he/she an industry insider?" If he/she is a colleague, then it is indeed necessary to avoid suspicion.

"No, she's a doctor..." Guoguo was about to blurt it out when Mu Nanfeng quickly put a finger to her lips.

Guoguo: …………

Oh right, the school doctor, Mu, told her not to mention her profession, saying that she felt doctors sounded too serious.

"...Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Guoguo quickly changed her tune.

"Oh, I mean, it's a job that has absolutely nothing to do with her, so don't worry."

Upon hearing the answer, Guoguo smiled broadly into the microphone.

"Okay, it's settled then! Thank you, my son, you are truly the best son in the world."

"I sent you a blank document of last week's report. Masaka, how could that be? Absolutely not. Hmm, I must have sent the wrong document. It's not like I was too lazy to write one and just sent you a blank one... Ah, I can't hear you. The signal is so bad! I'm hanging up now."

Guoguo put away her phone and gave Mu Nanfeng a playful OK sign.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, just as the shop assistant brought over freshly baked waffles and handmade jam.

Guoguo's appetite was whetted, and she urged Mu Nanfeng to eat. She stuffed two mouthfuls into her own mouth, took a deep breath, and then remembered something. With her mouth full of sweets, she asked indistinctly.

"Oh, that person you mentioned last time, did you see him afterward?"

"Yes, I saw him."

"So, has he changed?"

"It's changed."

Guoguo looked regretful.

Ah, as expected, people change over the years.

"He has become a better person," Mu Nanfeng said calmly.

"...?"

Mu Nanfeng looked up and smiled.

"...It was his good friend who told me this himself."

Xx

"If there are no other comments, then this month's meeting will conclude here."

The usual monthly producer meeting filled the large conference room to capacity.

Normally, as soon as the meeting is adjourned, everyone stands up and scatters like birds and beasts.

But today was unusually quiet. Everyone looked at each other, neither moving until the enemy moved.

It wasn't until Han Xin, who was in charge, took the initiative to leave that the three bald men sitting below him also got up and left in silence, and then there was movement in the conference room.

They looked at each other, all with expressions of relief, as if they had just survived a disaster.

Because a silent storm just occurred at the monthly meeting.

Like all game companies, once they had money in their pockets, they wanted to transform and focus on technological development.