No matter Anderson's idea, the research and development process of heat tracking is still going on for a long time.

"Director, this is the latest online number of game users in the period. Please check it out."

MNB real racing operation team.

A chubby employee with the nameplate on his chest marked "Operation Assistant Seren Thomas" delivered a form to Anderson.

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

"How could it be so low?"

Seeing that the number of people online at 7 p.m. in New York time was only 97,000, Anderson felt that his hypotension was about to be affected.

"Well, sir, it's been so low in the past week... you know." Thomas looked at Anderson's gloomy face and shrugged.

Anderson directly brought the report to him, pointing to the peak number of online people above and said: "I'm not talking about it! I mean, there were still 115,000 online people during this period the night before yesterday. Why did it shrink so much yesterday? Damn, what happened?!"

Thomas was startled by his excessive movements.

After calming down, I said with a little anger and grievance: "At noon yesterday, the heat tracking chase mode experience version logged into the steam platform. It is said that the platform has reached a cooperation agreement with Agg to specially organize a traffic diversion promotion. So sir, I think it is nothing strange that a similar new game with high attention has appeared, causing the number of online users to decrease."

Over the past period of time, the loss of real racing's user base has made Anderson become more and more irritable. His staff have been working in such a depressing environment for several days. The team is already full of hostility.

But Anderson seemed to have not noticed it.

Or he had noticed it, but the huge pressure made him not want to deal with these irrelevant emotions.

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

"Saturday." Thomas glanced at his colleague secretly and muttered.

"What? Thomas, louder, I didn't hear it!" Anderson asked exaggeratedly with his ear close to Thomas.

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

"Yes! Damn Saturday! I'll tell you what time it is, it's the highest average online number of people every week! But in such a day, the number of people online in the prime time game in the number of people online is only a pitiful 97,000! A month ago, the data should be 160,000! That's the gap, do you tell me it's normal?"

After being questioned one after another by Anderson, Thomas finally reached the brink of collapse.

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

"Oh my God! I've had enough! Anderson, I've had enough! The game is not in good condition now, and as a member of this team, I'm also very frustrated. But I can't stand your scolding, sarcasm, and sarcasm every day! Anderson, I've had enough!"

Because the game operation job is a very home-doned position, Thomas has a fat body. As he dances and vents his depression, the fat body is trembling violently.

Such an image made him look quite like an angered silicone ball.

"Although you were harsh before, you were at least a qualified leader. But look, now you have become a pervert who is helpless and will only lose his temper with your companions and treat others as your negative emotions! I want to ask the association for arbitration. I don't think your current state is still competent for your current position. If the arbitration fails and proves that I am wrong, then I will resign! I! I have had enough of you!"

As he said that, Thomas arched his fat butt, turned to Anderson, and patted hard - this was the way Thomas' hometown expressed contempt for people.

The worst way to contempt.

After being so experienced by his subordinates who have always been obedient, Anderson was already surging with his blood.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Thomas' fat butt, "Get out! Immediately! Immediately!"

Thinking that Thomas was declared deadly, he stretched his finger to the group of observers with different faces and his own staff.

He wanted to say, "The same goes for you. If anyone is not satisfied, get out with him."

But when he said something, he didn't say it.

Because he was surprised to find that all the employees of the operation team had already stood up.

Look at yourself with a strange look that you have never seen before.

It was a kind of indifference with rebellious eyes, and Anderson had seen it - in many movies with the theme of "resistance to tyranny".

For example, "Brave Heart", "Game of Thrones", "Glory",

In these movies, such a look often means that a tyranny will be over.

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

Why……

Why is this happening...

...

Headquarters of Zhengxin Group.

After a busy morning, the group marketing department and the high-performance department were connected, and they were communicating on publicity and sales matters. As soon as they returned to the office from the conference room and turned on their phone, Li Fanyu received a call from Meng Tong.

"Puff, Mr. Li, your phone is too difficult to call."

Li Fanyu laughed and said, "There are so many things happening in the past two days. If you want to contact me, try to wait after twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Why, are you having something to ask me for? Are you short of money?"

Meng Tong was a little gloating: "Where can it be! Your second batch of investments have not been spent yet. Just have fun, do you want to know?"

"Hiss," Li Fanyu took a breath, "Don't keep it aside. I'm hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute, so how can I have time to tease you?"

"Haha, don't be funny. Mr. Li, please go to Twitter to see the latest news about real racing."

Real racing?

Li Fanyu doesn't understand.

Could it be... the heat tracking activities have been too frequent recently, and what countermeasures have been made there?

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

I searched for real racing and saw the latest news that made him laugh.

"The Redwood City Labor Association officially issued a negotiation with MNB at 8 a.m. today, expressing a protest against the real racing game operation team oppressing employees and causing huge psychological pressure to 52 unconforming to the conventional situation. At present, the Redwood City Labor Association has organized a strike for employees involved in the world. In response, MNB has not yet explained this. According to relevant sources, because this strike is likely to have a series of impacts on Real Racing, which has been a leader in racing games. According to the person, because the entire operation team is on strike, if MNB cannot respond to this matter in a short time and solve the existing problems, then the real Racing game is likely to temporarily stop serving on the Steam platform."

puff,

How can you twist or not?

Can't sponsor the company?

I deserve it, let you mess with me!
Chapter completed!