At twelve o'clock in the evening, Meng Chuan sat in the office with a pair of eyes staring at the computer in front of him.

The red alert above is alarming.

"How long will it take for the new server to arrive?"

"Ten minutes, a few borrowed half a million level are already on the way."

Meng Chuan nodded, looking at the number of people on the computer screen who were still rising.

"How many times has that video been played?"

"Ninety-five million, and it's still rising!"

Meng Chuan squinted his eyes slightly, although the website was about to collapse, he was not too worried.

It's not about making money by traffic, and it doesn't matter if it crashes for more than ten minutes.

Meng Chuan's mind is now all on that werewolf killing game.

As we all know, making a movie, salary and special effects are the two most expensive places.

Meng Chuan doesn't know how to make movies, but he knows how to make money.

It's only a half-hour video, and there's not even a plot.

But the number of views will soon exceed 100 million.

What attracted these people to it?

Star?

They didn't even know who these people were.

Plot?

If someone hadn't added some explanations later, he wouldn't have understood what this video meant.

Then there is one possibility left, and it is the picture!

The highly presented special effects completely kill all science fiction movies.

Watch it more far-reaching, and you can use this technology to directly mass produce movies!

Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes and edited his thoughts into an email and sent it to Zhang Bei.

His boss said that he should not be bothered by work if he is fine.

Send an email if you have something, and he will read it regularly!

By the time the website is done, the sky will be bright.

Meng Chuan looked at the early morning sunlight outside and was silent for a long time.

There is still an hour before the factory will produce on the first day, and I still can't sleep?

The same as Meng Chuan is an old man who is over half a hundred years old in the conference room.

Late at night, they were woken up by a phone call and started a meeting.

[The specific embodiment of retrieving submarine debris. 】

So, because someone caused this, many people worked all night.

Boss Zhang, who had slept all night, was walking comfortably towards the amusement park.

Zhang Bei placed the four-piece suit, closed his eyes slightly, and flipped the mall that had not been turned for a long time.

The system mall is huge, and most of Zhang Bei is only searching for the technology he needs.

There are very few visits to Taobao like this.

The last time I wandered around, I found this kind of food.

This time is no exception.

[Real experience technology! ] 】

This technical talent also belongs to a kind of black technology.

The principle is not complicated, that is, through brainwave technology, the experience of tourists is enhanced several times.

Even forgetting that you are in an amusement park for a while.

Zhang Bei groped his chin and bought this thing directly.

There are many places where this technology can be used, and it can be regarded as a small upgrade to the playground.

Good days are always in a good mood.

But there are always some people who are so out of place.

Kuroko's call came very cleverly at this time.

"Brother Bei, let me ask, how much wine have you buried in the old yard?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Bei's good mood disappeared suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

The old courtyard that Kuroko said was where the two lived when they were learning boxing before.

Because he had to study for several years, Kuroko's father bought the yard directly.

The land is in the countryside, Zhang Bei was idle, so he simply bought a few boxes of wine suitable for long-term storage and buried it.

It should have been at least 10 years now.

Kuroko's voice was a little cautious.

"Well, I'll go back today and want to dig up a bottle and drink it."

"And then?"

"I used too much force, and I broke two bottles."

Zhang Bei sat on the recliner, his fingers clicking.

"What color is the bottle?"

"Red!"

"Daughter Hong, a total of five bottles, it was already twenty years ago when I bought it."

Kuroko stood in the courtyard, looking at the two bottles of wine broken in front of him, and only felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, brother, I really didn't mean it!"

"I'll give you two choices, either my thirty-year-old daughter Hong will bury it for me, or I'll give you a playground full project package!"

"Don't, I'll find it right away!"

The phone was hung up, and Zhang Bei also sighed.

Those wines are not very precious, and if it weren't for Kuroko mentioning them, I wouldn't know when I would be able to remember them.

Daughter Hong said that if she really buys it, she can still buy it.

However, Zhang Bei buried two bottles of 50-year-old Moutai at the beginning!

If those two are gone, Kuroko will have to live in the playground for a month.

Boss Zhang is in a bad mood, and the only ones who suffer can only be tourists.

Diving into another life alone, the script for 2012 was fed into the facility.

The time soon came to business hours, and Qingqing, who had not been seen for a long time, walked into the amusement park with a face that was no longer so dark.

Seeing Zhang Bei's lazy figure, he walked up quickly.

"Boss!"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you still remember Director Qi?"

Zhang Bei nodded, he was very impressed by the old director.

When the amusement park was pulling visitors everywhere, this one worked hard.

"He had terminal cancer, and the doctor said there were only three months left."

"Huh?"

Qingqing sighed: "I've been in the hospital for the past few days to help Qi Qi take care of his old man. ”

Zhang Bei sighed, there was nothing he could do about cancer.

If the cancer cells hadn't spread, he would still have a way to use some of the system's things.

But in the late stage, it was really powerless.

glanced at Qingqing, who was silent in the city: "Feeling bad?" ”

"Hmm."

"The follow-up to 1999 came out, it's called 2012, let's go play."

Qingqing didn't think too much about it, and silently walked towards another life.

It wasn't until I put my glasses on my face that I reacted.

She was in a bad mood in the first place, so she was asked to play this kind of script?

"Zhang thief!"

Yang Tian let out a long sigh, and the options for the script had already appeared in front of him.

People, when faced with losses, there will always be a suitable excuse.

Just like the current Qingqing.

It's all here, it's all sitting on the chairs, you can't stop playing, right?

His gaze changed for a while, and by the time Qingqing opened his eyes, he had already arrived at a huge conference room.

At the front of the conference room, there sat an emaciated man.

"Hello everyone, I am the commander of this operation: Wu Tianxiang."

The man's gaze lingered on Qingqing's body for a moment.

"The news that General Lu Yi came back before he died is that the Zerg has reappeared on the moon."

When Qingqing heard this, the end of the 1999 script flashed in her mind.

Wu Tianxiang turned on the projector behind him.

"Zerg, as long as one of them is not dead, it will turn into a mother worm and give birth to soldiers for a real Zerg."

The voice fell, and a voice came from the side.

"We don't have advanced civilization equipment this time!"

Wu Tianxiang nodded: "So, our battlefield this time is on the earth!" ”