Which rival company is freaking out?

At eight in the evening, Xu Meng clapped his shoulder as he walked out of the company building.

Behind him, Zhu Meng's three-story building was brightly lit.

Renting and renovating this building cost much more than renting three floors in a commercial office building.

But when the company was just founded, they were full of ambition, and Zhang Yang didn't care about these expenses.

Now they felt the rent was a bit expensive, but it wasn't easy to move.

At this moment, the art, programming, operations, planning, marketing... all departments were extremely busy with the new tasks he had assigned.

Whether it was holding meetings, working overtime on-site, or pretending to work overtime while actually chatting, there was no sign of anyone leaving.

Xu Meng actually wanted to work overtime too.

But after all, he had just experienced Sudden Death twice—once himself, and this body another time. He was still a bit shaken.

He planned to rest for a few days to recover, and wait until his body wasn't so weak.

Arriving at the parking lot, he found someone leaning casually against his car, engrossed in his phone.

As he got closer, he realized it was Zhang Yang, who had been missing for nearly two months.

—It wasn't that he had completely disappeared. After Zhang Yang returned to Flower City, he joined his father's company. Xu Meng, on the other hand, was working frantically to save the game. They barely had any chance to meet or even chat.

Seeing him here so suddenly was quite unexpected.

Before Xu Meng could speak, Zhang Yang slapped him on the shoulder, "You're amazing, Old Xu!"

"?" Xu Meng blinked. "What?"

"That announcement you posted! So brave!" Zhang Yang exclaimed with admiration. "But remember to turn off your private messages on Weiguang."

Xu Meng was speechless.

Zhang Yang was as sharp as ever.

His Weiguang account had already been bombarded with private messages. The insults were so varied that even he, who had seen his fair share of battles, felt his vocabulary of swear words had expanded.

"Small problem," Xu Meng shook his head, opening the car door. "When did you get here? Why didn't you come to the company?"

"I don't want to be conscripted by you." Zhang Yang pushed Xu Meng aside and got into the driver's seat.

"How can I let Boss Xu drive himself! I'll do it, I'll do it."

Xu Meng smiled and walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat.

The car slowly drove onto the road.

"Young Master Zhang, what brings you to see me today?" Xu Meng asked, slumping into the passenger seat.

"If I didn't come soon, I was afraid you'd be gone for good." Zhang Yang's smile slowly faded from his face.

"You've been working so hard that you've scared Meng Ling. The girl has been bringing Quick-Acting Heart-Relief Pills and nitroglycerin to work recently. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have ordered a defibrillator the day before yesterday."

Xu Meng was speechless.

If it weren't for the transmigration, that defibrillator might have actually been useful...

"Look at you, how old are you, and you still make a young girl worry like this."

Zhang Yang mimicked his father's old-fashioned tone to criticize Xu Meng.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Didn't I get off work early?" Xu Meng interrupted him helplessly. "Besides, with a ten-million loan hanging over us, we have to risk our lives, don't we?"

"I'm scared of you. I'll pay back the money, okay?"

"?" Xu Meng looked over. "You have money again?"

Zhang Yang's father had started from scratch, beginning with OEM manufacturing for garment factories and eventually moving into machinery and precision electronics OEM manufacturing... He was a solid industrial magnate.

He had suffered a lot in his life and educated his son strictly, always being very cautious about giving him money.

Because of his "rebellious act" of starting a game company, Zhang Yang had sold and mortgaged his properties, and his father now controlled him even more strictly.

However, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Although my dad is a stingy old man, my mom is soft-hearted. If I cry poor and play the victim a bit, I can always get what I want."

Xu Meng patted Zhang Yang's shoulder, genuinely moved.

But what came out of his mouth was, "Get lost! You just said my methods were amazing, and now you're cursing me to fail?"

"Let me tell you, this transformation will earn at least a hundred million!"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang burst into laughter. "Great! I'll wait and watch your performance!"

"Want to take some shares back? It's a guaranteed profit."

"Forget it. In the end, I have to go back and take over the family business. Although my dad is rigid, he said something right. Zhu Meng is just a rebellious phase for me, but for you..."

Taking advantage of the red light, Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at Xu Meng's dark circles and haggard face.

"Developing games, that's your dream, right?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang spoke again:

"Actually, from the moment Zhu Meng was founded, it belonged to you."

"It's just a matter of time."

"The only drawback is that I originally planned to wait until Dream Building Game became a huge hit, show off a bit, and then go home. But I never expected the game to perform so poorly after its release..."

"But no matter what, the outcome is the same."

"Dream Building is now in your hands."

"My goal has also been achieved."

"So don't even think about giving it back to me."

Xu Meng hadn't anticipated this response.

This wasn't something a college roommate or a close buddy could do.

This was the kind of thing a real father would do, right?

Just as he was hesitating, wondering if he should say something cheesy like "I owe you a great debt" or "I'll dedicate myself to you" to gross out Zhang Yang, he suddenly noticed something was off about the scenery outside the car window:

"Did we take a wrong turn? Where are you driving?"

"The hospital," Zhang Yang replied calmly. "I've made an appointment for you with a doctor."

"Huh?" Xu Meng was a bit resistant.

"Heh, you think I'd be sitting in the driver's seat for no reason?" Zhang Yang chuckled smugly. "You don't have a choice!"

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yang pulled up to Ningzhou Kangya Hospital and dragged a reluctant Xu Meng inside.

Half an hour later, Xu Meng emerged with a prescription over 800 characters long, along with medicine and a large bag of supplements to improve his health.

Zhang Yang drove Xu Meng to the entrance downstairs and gave him one last piece of advice:

"Cut back on the overtime, don't work yourself to death. Remember to take your medicine, I'll have Meng Ling keep an eye on you."

Then he left in a hurry to catch a flight at the airport.

— He had come all this way purely to get Xu Meng to the hospital for a check-up.

Xu Meng's parents had passed away early. At 14, he was taken in by his aunt and uncle, who cared for him for four years until the National College Entrance Examination. After graduating from university, he stayed in Ningzhou and started a business with Zhang Yang.

After Zhang Yang returned to Flower City, Xu Meng was on his own, working insane hours with no one to stop him.

Chen Mengling had tried many times to persuade him, but to no avail. In the end, she had to ask Zhang Yang for help.

This was why Zhang Yang had to suddenly show up downstairs at the Dream Building Company.

After dealing with the food delivery at home, Xu Meng obediently took his medicine and supplements and went to bed early.

However, before sleeping, he couldn't resist pulling out his phone to check the follow-up impact of that announcement.

Then his brow furrowed.

Controversy was expected.

But the sheer volume of it was outrageous.

After all, "Frost Snow Project" was just a failed ACG game with very limited influence.

Not many people outside the ACG game community even knew about it.

Even if the announcement was a bit out of line, by the end of the day, the netizens who were just there to watch the drama should have dispersed.

The remaining ACG players should have been happy with these changes.

But now, there were almost no voices from these players under the announcement, only a sea of negative comments.

People were attacking Xu Meng's personal moral character, mocking Dream Building's futile struggle, advising Dream Building employees to resign quickly and escape the suffering, filing early reports, and giving the game bad reviews – the tactics were endless.

Anyone with a weaker disposition would probably feel like jumping off a building right about now.

But Xu Meng keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He scrolled through over a dozen pages of comments and found a large number of highly similar ones. He chose a few publishers to check their backgrounds and quickly discovered a connection between them—

They followed each other, replied to and liked each other's posts, and had a history of ganging up to flame people on the same topics.

He smelled a troll farm.

"Who's in such a hurry?" Xu Meng couldn't understand.