All Villains

Zi Lin wore a sailor suit and white over-the-knee socks. As soon as she appeared on the red carpet, she was greeted by a tidal wave of applause and camera flashes.

She was experiencing this kind of formation for the very first time, and she was truly quite excited.

However, displaying physical form and posing for photos were basic skills for every model, so she was not going to make any mistakes.

She smiled and struck pose after pose, cooperating with the photographers' work.

Zi Lin actually knew that her looks were only at a pretty level and did not stand out among models.

Although her figure was quite proud, this kind of "advantage" was only effective in low-end fashion shows.

High-end fashion shows, conversely, did not like models with chests that were too big.

This was not only the situation in the modeling circle, but the film and television circles were the same.

--Actors with explosive figures whose looks were not outstanding enough mostly went to play vases, even in low-budget web dramas.

So Zi Lin knew very well that it was very hard for her to get ahead.

Perhaps before long, she would have to give up her dreams and accept reality--just like many friends who had already left the modeling industry.

Therefore, she cherished the stage all the more.

Even if it was just a tiny stage prepared by a gaming company, with an audience of no more than a hundred.

The other models seemed to be the same.

Probably because the turnover rate of low-tier models was very high, and many people would give up after briefly chasing their dreams for a year or two, the preparation by Dream Builder made them feel a sliver of the breath of a dream.

--Or perhaps, it was simply that it was rare for spotlights to gather on them, which made them excite themselves.

Each and every model was very earnest and putting in effort.

Even wearing sexy swimwear, silk little suspenders, underwear aprons, and bunny girl uniforms, they still generously displayed themselves in front of the camera.

In the audience area, the male and female employees of Dream Builder clapped their hands until they were red.

Chen Wanzhong's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but at last he stopped looking around left and right to dodge gazes, and instead earnestly watched the bodily details of every model.

He paid special attention to the dynamic changes between clothes and bodies when the models made various movements.

Peng Linmu at the side watched in a trance, feeling that he would not hear it even if someone called him.

Ding Nian looked at the models with an expression full of excitement, her two eyes beaming with light.

Xu Fang was quite calm, appreciating set after set of clothes with eyes full of smiles.

Little Assistant also forgot the panic from earlier when she was pounding on the door and shouting, "The boss is not good!" and stared straight at the interacting models in front of her.

Especially that model who possessed an innocent, infantile child-like face, yet had an astonishing cup size and an absurdly slender waist.

She looked simply like a character who had walked out of a manga.

That was the only Xia State model among the four models sent over by a special car, whose stage name was called Nan Yue.

The information showed she was just 19 years old, a freshman majoring in acting, and also a small internet celebrity with over 30,000 followers on Weiguang.

Beside Xu Meng, he could still hear Little Assistant muttering in a low voice: "How can there be this kind of figure in reality? This is impossible..."

Not just the onlookers, the photographers were also quite excited, and the cameras rattled.

The click-clack shutter sounds had never stopped either.

There were also a few people holding mobile phones taking photos and videos--employees were forbidden to take photos, and these phones belonged to the models. After seeing the scene, they hoped the photographers would help take some photos, probably to post on Moments.

Mn, hosts and guests enjoyed themselves.

Xu Meng relaxed with satisfaction and concentrated on watching the show, no longer thinking about miscellaneous matters.

Yet right at this time, the reception desk suddenly ran over, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Boss, police have come to the company."

"?" Xu Meng turned his head around, his face full of confusion, "What are police doing here?"

"They said they received a hotline report that our company is gathering crowds for prostitution."

"??"

"What on earth???"

Xu Meng felt it was bizarre and unimaginable.

He got up and followed the reception desk to deal with this inexplicable inspection.

In the end, he even had to bring a police officer in to take a look before his suspicion was completely cleared.

Xu Meng wanted to ask who had reported it, but was refused by the police officer on the grounds of "protecting informant privacy."

Xu Meng was helpless, and could only sit down and continue watching the show, but his mind had already drifted away.

After posting the announcement yesterday, organized water armies appeared to attack, and today after the models arrived they were slandered and reported...

And the news Meng Ling found out from the models...

At six in the evening, the "performance" ended.

The models retrieved their phones for a flurry of selfies, and took group photos with familiar friends before reluctantly holding flowers, taking additional red envelopes, and leaving Dream Builder one after another.

Song Zhicheng, who had disappeared for a day, finally appeared once more.

"Boss, I found out."

"The source of the water army?"

"Right!" Song Zhicheng affirmed.

"Konjac Games?" Xu Meng asked again.

"Right!" Song Zhicheng affirmed once again, but immediately reacted to where something was wrong.

"Ah?"

"Boss, you knew?"

Yet wasn't the boss wandering around and watching the show all along? Xu Meng asked again: "You know people from Konjac Games?"

"Uh... I know them, but this news wasn't found out from Konjac Games' side."

"Then where was it found out from?"

"Konjac Games' mortal enemy, Four-Dimensional Games. Worried that I wouldn't believe it, they even provided the chat logs."

"?" Xu Meng was speechless.

The two of you making games, established less than 8 years ago, and you've already formed a "mortal enemy" status?

Were there so many dramas? Moreover--

"How do people from Four-Dimensional Games know that Konjac Games hired a water army? And how can they even get the chat logs?" Xu Meng was puzzled.

"Uh, because..." Song Zhicheng hesitated a bit.

He had promised a friend not to pass it on, but after hesitating for two seconds, he still spoke frankly: "Because inside Konjac Games, there is an undercover agent from Four-Dimensional Games."

!!!

Xu Meng was shocked once again.

An undercover agent?! Is the ACG Game circle of this world so thrilling? Even undercover agents are used? Is this legal?? Xu Meng looked at the thermos cup and body-nourishing supplements in front of him, and solidified his determination to leave the ACG Game circle for his next game.

The ACG Game circle of this world was too terrifying; it was simply a cast of villains! If he stayed any longer, he might really be poisoned or drugged one of these days...

"You say, could our company have undercover agents from other companies?"

"This..." Song Zhicheng said uncertainly, "Our company hasn't even been in the industry for two years, and hasn't made enemies with people, so it shouldn't be the case, right?"

Hadn't made enemies? "There weren't any before, but now it's hard to say."

According to the news Chen Mengling found out, Konjac Games was most likely making a new game, and its core selling point was highly consistent with the adjustment direction of "Frost Snow Project."

In the future, they were destined to be competitors.

And they had already started taking action.

The water army could still be explained as "friendly competitor interaction," but offline false police reports and frame-ups had already thoroughly crossed the warning line in Xu Meng's heart.

And this was only the second day.

Afterward, as the competition gradually became clear, Xu Meng couldn't even imagine what kind of things they would do.

"Then should we condemn them?" Song Zhicheng asked.

Hearing this, Xu Meng shook his head repeatedly, "Meaningless. Chat logs can't be used as evidence anyway."

"This kind of shouting back and forth across the air is just a waste of spit. They won't care at all."

"Let me think, how can we make them as uncomfortable as possible..."