After chatting with Brother Long for a bit, Feng Bujue went offline. Since he couldn't join the team for the time being, he could use this time to get some fresh air and prepare dinner.
After playing a 2v2 Killing Game and a Team Survival Mode that didn't really clear, it was already time for dinner. However, even though it was called dinner, it was still noodles in essence …
According to the editor, the pay for the TV show would be transferred to his card in a few days. However, when "a few days" was referring to, Lu Zhou had no idea.
Therefore, every time Feng Bujue came back to eat, he would instinctively go to the computer and check if the money in his card had increased. If there was money in his card, he would immediately order food online.
Of course, the result of this check was still … No.
It should be mentioned here that Feng Bujue did not have a credit card. In his era, applying for a credit card was a troublesome thing. At the beginning of the 21st century, credit card fraud accounted for more than 80% of the economic fraud cases. Among them, more than 90% of the cases where POS machines were used for multiple card fraud. Even after the third generation of optical computers appeared and the ID network was regulated, this rate did not decrease significantly.
Under the situation where the POS machine mechanism could not be changed or replaced, the government could only set up related regulations and restrictions on credit card applications. Although it was impossible to completely eliminate credit card fraud, the stricter regulations were clearly effective.
Citizens like Feng Bujue, to put it nicely, were writers. To put it bluntly, they were unemployed. To put it more bluntly, they were freelancers.
They bought their own medical insurance, paid their own pension, and as for buying a house, haha …
Citizens in this situation could only apply for a very low credit card limit. Moreover, the same person could not have more than three cards. According to Feng Bujue's personality, he naturally had no interest in doing that. If he really encountered an emergency, he could just borrow a few thousand yuan from someone else.
In the field of novelists, most of them lived a hard life. The number of people who made a fortune could be counted on one hand, and the vast majority of them probably lived worse than Feng Bujue. At least Brother Jue could still lazily support himself. Little did he know that there were many hot-blooded youths out there who still held onto their literary dreams. If they didn't write for a day, they would have to starve for the next month. Enduring the supercilious looks from his family and friends, and feeling resentful that his talent was not recognized, his passion for storytelling gradually turned into a habit of making up the word count. His attitude towards other authors changed from admiration to jealousy and hatred. Day after day, he wrote in this impetuous state. In the end, when his youth was wasted, he realized that he had entered the wrong profession …
The environment of society dictated that writers had no choice but to lower their heads and compromise with certain business rules. In this world, if you wanted to succeed in any field, you had to struggle. Even if you achieved a certain level of success, you would only be able to eat and wear. Great success only belonged to a very small number of people. As for those who did not succeed or did not strive, they would starve to death. Moreover, they would starve to death in humiliation because no one would sympathize with the losers these days.
When writing novels, one also had to consider real life. Money had become the first standard to measure a man's value in this society. It did not matter if this person was a nouveau riche, a rich second generation, or a corrupt official. Even if this person was a scumbag, even if everyone knew that his money came from illegal sources, even if he was crazy and psychopathic, as long as he was not locked up, there would still be people who would give him a warm welcome.
As the saying goes, the poor live in the downtown area and no one cares, the rich have distant relatives deep in the mountains. No matter which era it was, this principle had not changed.
Like most of the middle-class children in this era, Feng Bujue often lamented that he was born in the wrong era. If it was earlier, the Republic of China would have been more suitable for people like him. If it was later, when all the human organs other than the brain were replaced by machines, and when drinking two liters of synthetic engine oil was enough to cover half a year's worth of food, he could still enjoy true equality and harmony.
Unfortunately, he lived in the 21st century. This was called living on the threshold. In this era, to use a line from a movie, "In the adult world, nothing is easy." In reality, the children's lives were not easy …
Feng Bujue could be considered to be more open-minded. Just let it be. If he had to cook noodles, he would eat noodles. If he had to eat noodles, he would have to eat noodles. Perhaps one day, the unknown shadow in his head would explode and everything would be over. Or perhaps, after the explosion, he would turn into a mutant and have a meteoric rise in his career. In short, if a person was not satisfied with life, any factor that could change the status quo could become something worth looking forward to.
"Recently, the air quality in S City has recovered. Heavy pollution is expected to turn into moderate pollution …"
"The plan to expand the parking lot in the subway line 9 has been shelved due to an engineering accident …"
"A fifteen-year-old girl sold her virginity on the Internet in order to buy a new mobile phone …"
While cooking noodles, Feng Bujue turned on the TV and listened to all kinds of fake news. He numbly continued to do what he was doing.
After working for ten minutes, he was done with his' dinner '. He switched off the TV and took out a bottle of peanut butter from the fridge. He sat back before the computer and yawned. "I haven't heard any good news in the news for a long time already. Is it because the media's credibility has been dropping year after year that they think a positive report will have the opposite effect?"
Other than the news, Feng Bujue rarely watched TV anymore. This was because the TV station's favorite program was to find a group of people to sit there and expose their dirty laundry. They would argue in front of the whole city and even the whole country to gain attention. Once it was dinner time, all the channels would be filled with this kind of nonsense. There was not even a puzzle show. But TV dramas were all about killing the Japanese, killing the Japanese, and killing the Japanese. Feng Bujue really wanted to write a letter to the scriptwriters and tell them, "I suggest you find some time to write a few scripts to fight against the Filipinos or aliens. You can change the way you think, and you might become popular."
As he ate the noodles, he opened the Dream Company's main page. He wanted to go directly to Thriller Paradise's sub-page, but at the corner of the main page, he saw a very interesting piece of news.
"Our company's second MMORPG product is currently in development. We'll release a demo in May." Feng Bujue read the news. "The game's tentative name is … Crazy Thoughts? It's a card battle. "
He swallowed the peanut-flavored noodles. "The first game is just in beta, and they're already releasing the development of a new game. This Dream Company sure is unpredictable. If this was any other company, they wouldn't have made so much money from Thriller Paradise. Why would they release a new game? Isn't that a competition with themselves? "
The news was only one line, and there was no screenshot of the game or more specific information. In a way, this was a clickbait. However, this method successfully piqued the interest of many players. When Feng Bujue clicked into the Thriller Paradise forum, he saw many threads about Crazy Thoughts.
Of course, even the official news had no pictures or truth. Among the players, it was obviously just pure fantasy. Some of them even found some random pictures and passed them off as screenshots of the game, claiming that they had insider information. The moderators did not seem to care. That was the first day the news was released. They would not do anything to dampen the players' enthusiasm. If there was fake news, it meant that the players were interested.
"The famous player from Jiang Hu, Blade Runner, is suspected of cheating." Feng Bujue's attention was soon attracted by this thread.
This was a popular thread. It had over one hundred thousand clicks, and there were almost one hundred pages of replies.
The person who posted this was obviously a fake account. His name was all English letters, and it felt like he had typed it randomly. Even though Chen Ge had quite a bit of experience on the forum, looking through his past posts, other than the random ones, it was not hard to tell that this account was the mouthpiece of Zombie Blade.
Feng Bujue read the content of the thread with interest. The person was talking about the scenario that he had played earlier.
"From the moment my teammates and I entered the scenario until we lost the Killing Game, we didn't even see each other's faces. The other party disappeared from an enclosed map. This map has a continuous drain on Life Points, but the plot introduction clearly shows that the map outside has an even more severe drain! I stayed in the map for a long time and used more than one Life Points Recovery Potion. So, Blade Runner, if you're not cheating, how did you survive so long? Don't tell me that your backpack is filled with Life Points Recovery Potions or that you're a player with a Medic mastery. You won't believe that, will you? "
There were many places that the thread did not make clear, and that was done on purpose. In any case, this kind of thread that was meant to slander others was mainly about using words that were beneficial to the user and leaving out or downplaying the negative ones. The only consolation was that the person only mentioned Blade Runner's name and did not mention Feng Bujue's IGN. Of course, the person did not mention his teammates' IDs or the fact that he belonged to Zombie Blade. The reason was hilarious — "Jiang Hu is too powerful, and I'm afraid of revenge."
Feng Bujue was amused when he read the thread. Even from an outsider's perspective, there were many places in the thread that could not stand up to scrutiny. Furthermore, even if it was Blade Runner who cheated, why would he come to the forum instead of calling customer service?
At that moment, Feng Bujue understood why Blade Runner hated Zombie Blade so much. These tricks outside of the game were not that clever, but they were more than enough to annoy people.
As he continued reading, the content of the thread became more and more interesting. No wonder there were so many pages of replies. There were quite a number of forum ghostwriters from Zombie Blade who were messing around in the thread. They agreed with the original poster and wrote, "Yes, yes, if Blade Runner has the balls, come out and confront us! Just because you're from a big studio, you think you can bully normal players like us? Or do you know that you're in the wrong and don't dare come out? "
This logic was strange. When Feng Bujue logged off, he saw that Blade Runner was still in the game. Who would have thought that people like you would start a war on the forum after losing a Killing Game? Even if someone from Jiang Hu saw this and notified Blade Runner, with the man's personality, he would not come out to deal with it. A dog bites a man, but a man would not bite a dog back. If a ghostwriter started a war on the forum, some bigshot would have to come out to explain, and then the bigshot would not have to do anything else.
Other than that, there were quite a number of players who had been incited to join in the discussion. Before reading the thread, they had no idea who Flashes of Sword was and had not heard of Jiang Hu, but after reading the thread for a while, it was as if there was a grudge between them.
Of course, there were also those who had negative opinions. Some even raised questions like, "The original poster revealed his real ID. Is the fear of revenge a reason?", "One side of the story cannot be trusted.", "Are you sure there are no other traps in the scenario?" Facing these replies, the people from Zombie Blade naturally chose to ignore them. They either tried to defend themselves or opened their mouths to say that the original poster was a fake account from Jiang Hu. After all, they were professional ghostwriters, so they had to be professional.
Scrolling down, after about thirty pages, the replies started to become meaningless. Replies such as "Waiting for the truth", "I'm just passing by", and "Strong crowd, coke and melon seeds are ready" started to increase. Only a few people were left debating with each other.
This was the result of a normal person's habit of browsing the forum. At least 50% of the people would only look at the first page of the post and would never scroll to the back, unless the post was a live broadcast or was full of pictures of beautiful women. Only then would they make an exception … The remaining less than half of the people would at most scroll to the first few pages. If there were no new developments, they would be too lazy to see people arguing with each other.
Only about ten percent of the people would flip through the thread page by page and refresh it in real time. Some of them were really interested in the content and result, some were concerned about whether their replies would be rebutted or quoted, and some were just reading addicts.
Feng Bujue could eat with his left hand. He was not left-handed, and it was difficult for him to write with his left hand, but he could use the chopsticks with his left hand. Eating with his left hand and using his right hand to control the mouse was a skill that he had consciously trained. It was this technique that allowed him to finish reading the post while finishing the noodles in front of him.
"Hmm … I've already finished reading it." Feng Bujue actually hated arguing. He thought it was the most meaningless thing in the world. There was truth and justice in this world, but people did not want to admit they were wrong. They did not want to be taken advantage of, so they chose to be unreasonable.
"I shouldn't have read it. It's ruining my mood." Feng Bujue picked up the bowl and used a napkin to wipe the table. Then he went to the kitchen to clean up.
He did not return to the gaming hub immediately because he had just finished his meal. He wanted to do some exercise, like … give his pet a bath or something.
Therefore, he turned his gaze to Arthas. The latter was lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out. Suddenly, he felt the murderous intent. He sat up in shock and turned to meet Feng Bujue's gaze.
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