At the same time, Xiao Hua had no idea that besides advertising and headsets, Wang Yi also made money from research institutions.
For example, institutions studying viruses could test how viruses spread and track their transmission patterns by releasing them in the game and observing how they infected people and how the infected population was distributed.
They had to pay Wang Yi for that, too.
Military institutions that wanted to simulate real battlefield conditions in the game to train soldiers also had to pay him.
Of course, Wang Yi charged domestic military and research institutions less, or even let them use it for free. But as for foreign institutions, well, if they wanted to try it, they had to pay.
Those were some of the ways Wang's Game made money.
By then, all those so-called economic and gaming experts had been left red-faced.
In the game, at Venice Beach.
The waves rolling in one after another and the occasional seagull gliding across the sky seemed to help the exhausted Wang Yi and Jordan recover a little.
As the referee's voice came from the sky, Wang Yi willed it, and the scene around the two of them suddenly changed again.
The next moment, the two of them appeared on an island.
The island was thick with vegetation, its trees densely packed.
The plants were also enormous, with the tallest reaching nearly a hundred meters.
As the two of them looked around, a roar suddenly came from the forest.
"Roar—"
The tremendous roar was terrifying. It sounded like the roar of a dragon in the Raptors' home arena.
Peering through the gaps between the tall trees, they saw a long, slender neck rise above the distant forest. Then it tilted its head back and roared at the sky.
"Dinosaurs?"
Jordan was a