"Please bring me a bibimbap, thank you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

There have always been a lot of people coming to the big restaurant for lunch, and Tang Sudan waited in line for almost five minutes before he squeezed to the window and whispered to the waiter.

There are currently nine Korean members in the art department of Threesome Studio, and the ratio of men to women is seven to two. Male colleagues are generally more ambitious, and usually eat with the Celestial Empire master Mei in a Chinese restaurant. And she and another female colleague are not suitable for getting around a bunch of people of the opposite sex because of their gender, and of course, because of economic considerations, so they usually go to the big restaurant to dine together.

After all, the cost of Chinese restaurants is at least three or four percent higher than that of large restaurants, and it is very common for female employees to be paid much lower than male employees in Korean companies.

It's a pity that the female colleague was temporarily picked up by her boyfriend today, so she had to come to the big restaurant alone.

Sitting down at an empty table with a dinner plate, Tang Sudan picked up the chopsticks, absentmindedly pulled the bibimbap, and ate without a bite, but he couldn't help but think of the experience in the office this morning.

It's really scary, who would have thought that on the first day of the new year, the planners in the studio who usually look good friends would make a lot of noise in the meeting, and they could hear it clearly through a thick wall.

I don't know what they were discussing, but they got so excited, and it seemed like someone slapped the table at the end? When they came back to the office after the meeting, one of them looked all red-faced and unhappy. After that, there was no longer the usual laughter and conversation, and they all sat in their places with calm faces, and crackled the keyboard in their hands vigorously.

What's going on?

Tang Sudan was a little nervous, and being able to enter the headquarters of the Naxon Company and work in the Minerva Building was like a good thing for her to suddenly fall a big pie from the sky and hit her head.

Just a few months ago, she was just a small clerk at a small advertising agency on the verge of closure, retouching pictures of all sorts of inexplicable clients on hand-drawn boards every day. Who would have thought that I would just try to submit a resume, and after two rounds of interviews, I was notified that I was hired by the newly established game development studio of Naxon.

Surprisingly, however, most of the members of this company turned out to be from the Celestial Empire...... This was the most surprising thing about her first day at Minerva Tower.

In South Korea's number one game company, there is such a studio whose core members are all composed of Celestial Empire people, and it was more or less unbelievable that she actually encountered it. It's not about you, it's messy if you don't care about yourself, you have already joined this team, unless you are a fool or idiot, there are many things related to your own interests, and it is impossible not to think about it.

Does this team have a future in Naxon? This is the biggest question that lingers on the minds of many Korean colleagues.

Although because they are not familiar with each other, many words cannot be directly discussed, but from each other's eyes and hidden tentative tone, Tang Sudan can still feel that everyone is distressed by this.

Maybe those male colleagues who are closer to Zhumei will know more and more specifically than themselves, right? Unlike those who are always in a fog, they always feel that the future of this project and the team is vague and uncertain.

Her immediate boss, Miyanagi, the lord of the Celestial Empire, followed the wind, subverting the consistent perception of leadership in her mind. She has always thought that the so-called supervisor is not to treat the decision-makers at the higher levels with deference and humility, and turn around to treat her subordinates with a fierce and unpretentious attitude?

But her strange supervisor is the opposite, treating other Celestial Dynasty directors including Liu Zhuang, including the owner Cheng, Yuan Zhucheng and Ling Zhuce, all of them are seniors who joined the team earlier than him, among which Liu Zuo and Tou Cheng can be regarded as the founders of this team, but Liu Zhumei treats them with both laughter and anger.

Although they usually communicate with each other in the Mandarin of the Celestial Empire, which they basically don't understand, they occasionally hear a few girls from the translation team say that they are all surprised that Liu Zhumei actually speaks to the producer and other directors like that, and they are either sarcastic or mocking all day long.

But Liu Zhumei treats his Korean employees very gently, even if everyone occasionally makes a small mistake, he still points out lightly to the point, and basically never says anything serious.

Although he also feels that his boss is a strange person in private, it cannot be denied that he is a good person, and the other directors of the Celestial Empire who can tolerate his temperament should also be a group of people with good personalities and eyes?

But why did they quarrel so fiercely today, so to speak, that they were almost about to fight?

Could it be that the studio has encountered any difficulties, or even an unprecedented crisis? Tang Sudan sighed in a panic, a little afraid to think about it.

"Do you know that girl? ”

At another table a few meters in front of Tang Sudan, two men were also eating. One of them looked at the guy opposite him looking in this direction frequently, and couldn't help but glance back.

"So you like this type of girl," the man couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Sudan is not tall, with long hair in a shawl and a ponytail tied behind his head, a typical baby face is round, and a little baby fat. It doesn't look like a stunning beauty, but if you look closely, it feels very comfortable.

"Zheng Production, you misunderstood, that is my junior sister, who only jumped to our company not long ago. Another man replied with a wry smile, "I often meet here in the big restaurant, and I always say hello." But she's usually another girl who comes to dinner, but for some reason she's alone today, and she doesn't seem to be in a good mood. So I was a little curious, so I took a second look. ”

"What do I have to misunderstand, didn't you break up with your girlfriend anyway? There's nothing wrong with starting a new relationship, I think that girl is not bad, if you want to be really interesting, you might as well take some practical action. Zheng made a smile.

"Ah, in fact, I prefer a more mature woman, this Tang Xuemei is really not my style. The man opposite Zheng said with a wave of his hand.

"The surname is Tang, this surname seems to be rare in China, right?" Zheng was a little surprised, "By the way, Xiuhe, she is also an artist, in which department? Why don't I seem to have seen ......her before?"

The young man named Xiuhe nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, the surname 'Tang' is less than 1,000 people in the Republic of Korea, but my 'Qin' is not much better, and there are only more than 16,000 people in the whole country. Compared with the surnames of 9 million Jin and 6 million Li, we really don't have much sense of existence. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Xiuhe frowned and thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "My senior sister seems to be working in that newly established studio, I remember that when I said hello once, she mentioned that there are many Celestial Dynasty people in the office. ”

Hearing him say this, that Zheng Zheng suddenly closed his mouth, opened his eyes wide, turned his head and looked at Tang Sudan again, and then put down his chopsticks, holding his head high as if thinking about something.

After a few minutes, Zheng Zheng pouted and smiled, beckoned to Qin Xiuhe to sit beside him, and then whispered something in the other party's ear.

As Zheng Zheng muttered quietly, the expression on Qin Xiuhe's face continued to change, at first in surprise, then in embarrassment, then into a little disbelief, and finally returned to his seat with a hesitant expression, his eyes flickering in contemplation.

Zheng didn't rush him, just looked at him gently with a mysterious smile. It's just that the unquestionable resoluteness in his eyes is not hidden at all.

After half-heartedly eating lunch, Tang Sudan sent the tableware to the recycling place, washed her hands by the way, and was about to turn around and leave the restaurant, when a greeting suddenly came from behind her.

"Su Dan, did you just finish eating?"

When she turned around, she saw the only person she knew in Naxon's company except for the same studio, Qin Xiuhe, a senior who was two years older than her in college.

As a senior in college before, and a senior in the company now, and two years older than himself, what else can he say? Bow respectfully at 90 degrees, regardless of the degree to which he insisted on bending down vigorously after eating.

"Hello seniors. ”

"I've said it so many times, just call me Xiu and Oba. Qin Xiuhe walked over with elegant steps and a kind smile on his face.

Men who study art often have some special temperaments that are different, and Qin Xiuhe Nature is no exception.

IT companies generally do not have any strict requirements for the grooming and dress of employees, Liu Kewei often relish that when he was in Lucheng, there was a handsome colleague who wore a T-shirt and beach pants all day long, carried a pair of flip-flops, and led a snow-white pug to the company.

Naxon, on the other hand, is more lenient in this regard, and even allows employees to wear puppet costumes of game characters to work in the company like cosplayers. Liu Kewei, Che Guanglong, Duan Shanshan and others were a little surprised when they saw a fat Winnie the Pooh squeezing into the elevator for the first time, and now, they are gradually accustomed to seeing guys in strange clothes in the Minerva Building.

So Qin Xiuhe pinched his orchid fingers, gently combed his shawl long hair behind his ears with his middle finger, and spoke with a worried expression.

"Su Dan, your face is a little not good, has something happened?"