Talks and "Coo Coo Coo"

While some were receiving uninvited strangers, others were scheming against familiar faces.

The office windows had not been opened yet. After a whole night, the air carried the heavy, stale smell of old paper.

Just as someone was about to open a window, the guest stopped him. "Alright, alright, Wen Jie, keep a low profile. Can't you speak plainly without opening a window?"

Even the accompanying secretary could not enter this office right now. Only the two of them remained inside, discussing matters that required careful consideration.

With no other choice, the office's owner took tea bags and porcelain cups from the cabinet, brewed a cup himself, skimmed off the foam, and only then handed it to the guest across the desk.

Quite the refined sort.

"Ever since the official website announced that the three Newcomer Adaptation Periods had ended, there's been more and more activity lately. But it's mainly aimed at those users who took part in the First Round—"

"That's normal enough. People don't fear scarcity; they fear unfairness. That saying is true—"

Unlike the guest, "Wen Jie" only poured himself a glass of plain water and set it on the desk.

"Things are pretty troublesome on our end too, Old Tu. Think about it: based on the experts' overall calculations, there should have been at least seventeen or eighteen hundred First Round users."

"But so far, we've only been able to tentatively confirm the identities of a little over fourteen hundred. The number we can contact and verify a second time is barely thirteen hundred. Do you know how huge that gap is? It's a complete mess!"

After only a few exchanges, for some reason, the two of them naturally slipped into the mode of complaining to each other.

"Especially those who are still out there, and