In the game, the fate of the captured Smurf—the Astartes space marine known as the "Ultramarine"—remained unknown for the time being. In any case, by nine o'clock the next morning, after the players had logged off, a meeting about reports concerning the Greenskin Game had already been underway for forty minutes in the conference room of a certain department.
At that moment, Old Wang sat in the central seat with one leg crossed over the other. Beside him was a double-walled glass thermos filled with pale amber tea. The conference room was packed on all sides; some people flipped through folders with grave expressions, some took notes on laptops, while others secretly checked their phones, though no one knew what they were busy with.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Once he saw that the time was about right, Old Wang, the leader, finally cleared his throat and swept his gaze over the attendees. After confirming that every agenda item had been covered and that most people were now listening, he finally spoke.
"Overall, our department has gained quite a lot so far, and everyone here deserves credit for it!"
"Now, let's hear from each unit. How are the various projects progressing?"
"Little Liu, you go first."
As his words fell, the sounds of note-taking and typing ceased. The rustling of documents and quiet whispers also stopped, while several people looking at their phones discreetly turned them face-down on the table.
"Report!"
Very quickly, a young clerk stood up, opened the folder in his hands, and began giving his final report.
"Director!"
"The Greenskin official website has now been up and running for nearly a month. Almost all game players have registered as members on the site. We've verified the numbers. Although there are still a few who slipped through the net, our people