Automotive Black Technology Chapter 802: : I deserve it for letting you mess with me!

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No matter what Anderson thinks, the research and development process of heat tracing is still progressing at a rapid pace.

"Director, this is the latest statistics on the number of people online during the game, please take a look."

MNB company REAL racing operations team.

A chubby clerk with the name "Operations Assistant Seren Thomas" on his chest nameplate handed a form to Anderson.

Seeing the groups of data on it, Anderson's body swayed twice.

"Why is it so low?!"

Looking at the number of people online at 7pm New York time, there were only 97,000 people online. Anderson felt like he was suffering from hypotension.

"Uh, sir, it's been this low for the past week... you know that." Thomas looked at Anderson's gloomy expression and shrugged.

Anderson directly raised the report in front of him, pointed at the peak number of people online and said: "I'm not talking about that! I mean, during this period the night before yesterday, there were still 115,000 people online. The number of people dropped so much yesterday! Damn it, what happened?"

Thomas was startled by his excessive movement.

After calming down, he said with some anger and grievance: "At noon yesterday, the trial version of the pursuit mode of Hot Pursuit was logged on the STEAM platform. It is said that the platform has reached a cooperation agreement with AGG, specially for them A traffic promotion was held. So sir, I don’t think it’s surprising that the emergence of a new game of the same type that has attracted a lot of attention has resulted in a decrease in the number of people online.”

Over this period of time, REAL Racing has lost users, making Anderson even more irritable. And his staff have been working in such a depressing environment for several days. The team is already full of hostility.

But Anderson didn't seem to notice.

Or maybe he has noticed it, but the huge pressure makes him not want to deal with these irrelevant emotions.

"Mom Zifake! Is this a loss? This is a sharp decrease! What day was yesterday? Huh? Thomas, please tell me what day was yesterday?" He gritted his teeth and growled.

"Saturday." Thomas muttered as his small eyes glanced at his colleague who was secretly glancing at him.

"What? Thomas, please be louder, I didn't hear you!" Anderson put his ear close to Thomas and asked exaggeratedly.

"Saturday! Sir! It's Saturday!" Thomas gritted his teeth and answered loudly.

"Yes! Damn Saturday! Let me tell you what time this is. This is the day with the highest average online number of people every week! But on a day like this, the number of online games during prime time is only a pitiful one. 97,000 people! A month ago, this figure should have been 160,000! Is this a gap, do you think it is normal?"

Being questioned one after another by Anderson, Thomas finally reached the edge of collapse.

As Anderson slapped the report in his hand hard into his arms, he exploded;

"Oh my god! I'm done with it! Anderson, I'm done with it! The game is in a bad state right now, and I'm frustrated as a member of this team. But I can't stand being with you every day. I've had enough of the scolding, sarcasm, and vitriol! Anderson!"

Because the job of game operation is a very homely position, Thomas has a lot of fat. As he danced and vented his repression, all the fat on his body trembled violently.

Such an image makes him look like an angry ball of silicone.

"Although you were strict before, you were at least a qualified leader. But look, now you have become a helpless pervert who can only lose your temper at your peers and treat others as a trash can for your negative emotions! I I want to ask the association for arbitration. I don’t think you are qualified for your current position. If the arbitration fails and I am wrong, then I will resign! I’ve had enough of you!”

As he spoke, Thomas raised his fat butt, turned to face Anderson, and patted him hard - this was the way Thomas expressed his contempt for people in his hometown.

The worst form of contempt.

After being treated in public by his always submissive subordinate, Anderson was already furious.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Thomas' fat ass, "Get out of here! Now! Now!"

Thinking that he had pronounced Thomas' death sentence, he pointed his finger at the group of his staff who were watching with different expressions.

He wanted to say, "The same goes for you. If anyone is dissatisfied, get out with him."

But when the words came to his lips, he did not say them.

Because he was surprised to find that all the employees in the operations team had stood up.

Looking at myself with a strange look that I have never seen before.

It was a look of indifference and resistance, which Anderson had seen before - in many movies with the theme of "resistance to tyranny".

For example, "Braveheart", such as "Game of Thrones", such as "Glory",

In these movies, the appearance of such a look often means that a tyranny will end.

Watching a group of people silently patting Thomas on the shoulders and walking out silently from him, Anderson's heart finally collapsed.

Why...

Why is this happening...

……

Zhengxin Group Headquarters.

I have been busy all morning connecting with the Group’s Marketing Department and the High-Performance Department, communicating on matters such as the promotion and sales of go-getters. Just after returning to the office from the conference room and turning on his phone, Li Fanyu received a call from Meng Tong.

"Pfft, Director Li, it's so hard to call you."

Li Fanyu chuckled and said: "There are a lot of things going on these two days. If you want to contact me, try to do it after twelve o'clock noon. What, you want to see me for something? Are you short of money?"

Meng Tong was a little gloating: "How can I! Your second batch of investment has not been spent yet. It's just fun, do you want to know?"

"Hey," Li Fanyu took a breath, "Don't show off, I'm worth hundreds of thousands a minute, so I don't have time to tease you."

"Haha, no joke. Director Li, go to Twitter to see the latest news about REAL racing."

REAL racing?

Li Fanyu doesn’t understand.

Could it be... that the hot pursuit activities have been too frequent recently? Is there any countermeasure over there?

With this question in mind, Li Fanyu hung up the phone and logged into Twitter on his mobile phone.

After searching for REAL racing, the latest news made him burst into laughter.

"The Redwood City Labor Association officially sent representations to MNB Company at 8 o'clock this morning to express its verification protest against the REAL racing game operation team's oppression of employees and the unconventional and huge psychological pressure on 52 union members. At present, , the Redwood City Labor Association has organized a strike for its employees. MNB has not yet provided an explanation. According to relevant sources, this strike is likely to cause problems for REAL, which has always been a leader in racing games. Racing has brought a series of impacts. According to this person, because the entire operation team is on strike, if MNB cannot respond to the matter in a short time and solve the existing problems, then the REAL Racing game is likely to be released. Services on the STEAM platform are temporarily suspended.”

Poof,

Are you really twisted?

Can't you still get corporate sponsorship?

I deserve it for letting you mess with me!

Li Fanyu patted his thigh and felt very comfortable.