Chapter 143 Painter Wang Hao, no! Players must work overtime, yes!

The second world, since the 22nd century, the concept of "metaverse" was born from the virtual network, bringing revolutionary development to the information age of the Blue Star Federation. Scientific research, people's livelihood, military, information exchange... the virtual second world

World Connection All-Blue Star is like a wild horse running wild in the wilderness. From the beginning of the body to the filling of the skeleton, 90% of human activities are inseparable from the 'second world'.

Deeply affecting the situation of Blue Star's diverse world.

The existence of the second virtual world coincides with an "open movement in the cultural and intellectual industries" originating from Eastern materialist countries.

The confrontation between the two poles of equality and materialism came to an end, and the world became unified in the 22nd century.

Little Black Box, a software whose century-old reputation has been iterated to almost complete confidentiality, is rooted in the second world. It is also the first choice for high-level people to communicate secretly.

The conference talked about small things and talked about big things. In the standard meeting attitude, a small meeting was initiated by James, the head of the Materialist Hidden Players Department.

The rectangular room is only 50 square meters. The crystal lamp hanging in the center is as bright as a small sun. The silver-white main tone harmonizes with the sense of technology. The different hanging paintings on the walls are lifelike. While showing the unique charm to the attendees, it also adds to the atmosphere.

The dignity of the town.

Even though everyone was acquaintances, no one took the initiative to say hello. Everyone looked at each other in a strange atmosphere.

The reason is very simple, Shitu's art is too advanced.

After all the people were present, the torturous atmosphere lasted for a long time.

A middle-aged man with a high nose and eagle eyes in the left row of the conference table spoke helplessly and complained about the chairperson.

"James, although I am happy to participate in this little meeting to distribute benefits to the lovely players, next time, the room's virtual rights should not be thrown at your poor interests."

"Yes, I agree." The others around him finally stopped being distracted and nodded wildly as if in relief, dispelling the embarrassment caused by hanging the painting.

"+1"

"Old James, your taste is so bad, it stinks like the wife next door's footcloth." The man with a Chinese-style face laughed teasingly.

Obviously, for most people, the "colorful" conference hall is a bit unacceptable to them.

"Oh, no, Bud, Sir Lin, you can't deny the art in my mind, at least for God's sake."

Minister James, who was sitting at the head of the table, exclaimed, raising his hands in the air and speaking in an exaggerated tone.

It seems that the sacred hobbies in his heart have been tainted by his friends. James wants to explain that as a perennial anti-pressure member of the materialist faction, he is not a pervert, and it is normal for him to have some unique hobbies.

"God's pass has expired here, James, and God will not approve the anime pictures of a girl in a swimsuit." A cold female voice suddenly sounded in the meeting.

"That's just a modal particle, Miss Atang." James shrugged nonchalantly.

"Perhaps a collection of my favorite art paintings can dispel everyone's thoughts? Please believe me, objectively speaking, it will be the pinnacle of the current animation drawing field."

"Go to hell with your album of paintings, James! It's three o'clock in the morning here now, and if you don't talk about business, I'm going to fall asleep in the game cabin." Maybe it's because of the jet lag across half a continent, or maybe it's because

Surrounded by all kinds of paintings, Bud suddenly spoke, looking very anxious.

His full name is Bud Enoch, and he is the president of the Life Consortium. He has a nephew named Benson Enoch, who is known as: Blue Star's most courageous line of defense - Ideal Saint Quanke.

As for why the Life Consortium of the Equality Faction sent its president to attend the meeting of the Materialist Faction...

Isn't it common sense to hedging one's bets? Senior executives see through things but don't tell them.

Bud was forced to work as 007. During the day, he was tortured by the affairs of the Life Consortium and his nephew Ke Xicai. At night, he slept in the game cabin and had to work and attend meetings. By the way, he met his friend James and was brainwashed by him.

His face was so black that it was dripping with oil.

"Hey, Bud, be patient and take a good look." James continued to persuade his good brother as if he didn't know anything.

"It is the existence of these works of art that makes it easier for everyone to launder money, right? We must learn to relax after work. This is the secret that I have not been admitted to a mental hospital so far."

As he said that, James continued to cast a meaningful look. "Bud, you seem to be in low spirits. You are too tired from work and occasionally have to combine work and rest. If it is not possible, I have contact information for several good mental hospitals in the east."

The ability to control emotions such as joy and anger becomes poor, which is a common symptom caused by standard long-term lack of sleep.

Friends were obviously concerned about the day he would end up in a mental hospital, and a vein popped out on Bud's forehead.

Hawkeye glared with a fierce sense of oppression and couldn't bear it anymore. He also introduced a mental hospital. Even if he really lived in a mental hospital, he would not become a social terrorist like James.

The best way to deal with such a person is to ignore him.

Bud shut his mouth decisively and turned to look at Lin Zhi, the real person in charge of the meeting.

"This will not be a testimonial to deprive you of the right to create a room. James, I will open the small black box room next time." At this time, Lin Zhi, who was sitting opposite James at the other end of the conference table, slowly spoke,

interrupted their conversation.

Lin Zhi, a special assistant, is responsible for coordinating the interests of the player group and senior management. He does not directly participate in the operation of the player group and is regarded as James's equal boss.

Lin Zhi looked indifferent, brushing his fingers over the mural on the table in front of him, savoring something unexpectedly.

Even people who don't know how to paint can marvel at the authenticity and delicacy of this painting style.

The title is "Girls' Tea Party". Several girls who only exist in fantasy went out in the wild and gathered in a grassland. The girls with different postures are vivid and flying on the paper. The artist's imagination is outstanding, and the plants look full of fantasy and color. It is probably a reference.

Collected plant information compiled by players in the stars.

"The author's name...Wang Baigao, his painting style is really amazing, and this color combination is very novel."

Lin Zhi held the painting with his fingertips, with a smile on his face.

It's rare to hear praise from an old friend, so James doesn't care about the environment of the next meeting room.

"Yeah, Lin, let me tell you, this painter named Wang Baigao is simply a genius. He started to be active two years ago and tried new styles. He has never failed. Every time, he broadens the horizons of animation painting. He has hidden ideas in his mind.

Lots of ideas.”

Obsessed with describing the talent of this painter, James did not hesitate to praise him.

"Killing at first sight, yes, that's what it feels like. You'll fall in love with it just by looking at it."

Some people spend their whole lives just chasing a moment of inspiration, but he was born with another world, created a new style from scratch, and left after painting, leaving behind a lot of masterpieces, playfully never missing them.

Unfortunately, animation painting is still a niche subject.

"Speaking of which, this artist is not only a painting genius, he is also on the list of our players to be promoted to reserve."

After racking his brains to praise the painter Wang Baigao in front of his colleagues, James thought of all this and said it out loud.

"Oh? Reserves?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhi became a little interested, and the player was promoted to the reserve force, which was used to fill the reserve army of the "Stars" player base. In order to adapt to the "Stars Rules", a list of young talents from all civilizations was selected.

The people on the list all have extraordinary intelligence, good conduct, and clean status.

"Yes, player reserve. I have gotten to know that young man. His real name is Wang Hao. Unfortunately, he prefers to live his own life."

Speaking of this, James sounded regretful.

When it came to work, he would not use public power because of his personal preferences, so he did not interfere forcefully when trying to win over the work, but only read the report from a distance.

"If he can join the player group, he will definitely be a good prospect. With the original stars, he can draw pictures at 30 times speed, and he will definitely be able to draw more..."

"Ahem! James, that's enough for the chatter between acquaintances. He's just a young talented painter. He's unwilling to climb up even if he's given the chance. It means we're not in the same boat."

In a federation that believes in equality, the special status of the player group is earned by taking into account responsibilities.

Blue Star people don't know how to become players, but there are always a few people who don't want to get involved with players.

Lin Zhiqing cleared his throat and did not want to talk more about this topic. He knocked on the table regularly with his index finger, and then rang the bell with a hammer, symbolizing the official start of the meeting.

"Now, everyone here represents the forces behind you. Let's set the tone for tomorrow's conference negotiations."

Lin Zhi clicked on the system panel out of thin air and took out the manuscript he had already written.

Thousands of words are written eloquently, and several main and sub-headings are used to write the meeting content clearly. I roughly recall it from top to bottom, and organize the wording in my mouth.

"First of all, let's take the recent events as an example. This afternoon there was a lot of noise about the player's 'overtime'. There are various signs that he is fulfilling the value of the original negotiation one by one. However, what we have given is not equal in our own opinion. He deserves more.

For good treatment, we need to win over people from a deep level."

No matter how good a little painter is at drawing, he can't "work overtime" as much as the players who bring real benefits.

A smile appeared on Lin Zhi's lips. The original invitation to "work overtime" was his suggestion.

The ability to 'work overtime' has a very different impact in the hands of individuals and in the hands of factions. Now this benefit is already a certainty for them.

Not to mention that he has long been labeled as a semi-materialist faction. As long as James is not stingy with benefits, how can he run away!

Whether it is ideological identity or interests, they can have the best.

After all, the egalitarian orthodoxy lies in materialism, where he can get greater room for development, and he will choose the materialist faction regardless of circumstances or reasons.

Will he refuse a set of combo punches?

He won't!

Lin Zhi is full of confidence.

Today is 520, a date with my novel.

Tomorrow 521, Saturday, group MOD online, colorful series of MOD.

(A secret aside, the white fox went online with a group of friends last week, Lingfei entered the virtual world and met Madoka, the cat was demented, and his fifty years of life were like dreams and illusions. In 2099, the rent collector turned me into a firework.)
Chapter completed!