The Central Computer suddenly had to process too much data, causing the control system to lag. No one had anticipated this.
"When you came to challenge my Haunted House, I greeted you with a smile and explained everything diligently. Now I've come here to challenge you, and the machine breaks before I even get to try it. Your designer even shoved me just now." Chen Ge pointed at Qingming, who was standing by the control console. "I'm not the sort of person who holds a grudge. I can let a little thing like that slide. I just want to ask: how long until you get it working?"
As he made sarcastic remarks, Chen Ge wandered around with his phone, acting as if he were back home. The staff of the Virtual Future Park were furious.
"Isn't this situation your fault?" one of the visitors who was going in with Chen Ge said coldly, his face dark.
"How is this my fault?" Chen Ge grabbed a staff member nearby and pointed his phone's camera at him. "Bro, look at it from the Virtual Future Park's perspective. Was what happened just now my fault? Don't feel pressured. Just say what you really think in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers."
"You... It really isn't your fault. Our Paradise Park didn't consider things carefully enough. Please wait a little longer, Mr. Chen." The staff member seemed worried he wouldn't be able to keep his expression under control. He forced himself to finish speaking, then ran off.
Chen Ge was about to say something else, but he noticed that whenever the Virtual Future Park employees saw him approaching, they immediately made an excuse to leave. They wouldn't even meet his eyes.
The lights inside the pavilion kept flickering. The control console still wouldn't