Please don't question multi-week players

Chapter 374. Rose Group, a company that has expanded into other industries.
"Hello, Jiang Jianxin, how have you been lately?"

On the other end of the phone, Xie Yan's voice was as cheerful as ever.

Jiang Jianxin was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, the steam from the black tea blurring the afternoon light.

She picked up the bone china cup, her voice somewhat indifferent:

"Fortunately."

She cut a slice of cake with a small silver spoon and heard Xie Yan ask from the other end:

"Why does it seem like Sword Master has been much quieter lately? Isn't Gu Jiyun living in the same neighborhood as you? Haven't you tried talking to him?"

Jiang Jianxin took a sip of tea, the hot liquid flowing down his throat, and paused for a moment before speaking:
"He has his own things to do too."

Indeed, something had happened—a few days ago she went to knock on Gu Jiyun's door, but no one answered.

As she turned to leave, a little girl from the neighboring yard ran over, looking up at her with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Sword Master, you always go to that deserted, abandoned building. Are you on a secret mission?"

Jiang Jianxin was stunned for a moment.

Later, she went around to the property management office and casually asked about the villa.

The young man on duty flipped through the records without even looking up.
"Gu Jiyun? That unit has been vacant all along. The property rights belong to Rose Group, and it hasn't been sold yet."

"But what I see in that building..."

"Oh, you mean the one in the woods?"

The other person laughed.

"That's an old building slated for demolition. The facade is peeling off, and it's separated from the residential villa area next door by a green belt. Maybe it's just the angle and you're seeing things wrong?"

She didn't ask any further questions.

But that evening, she stood in front of that "villa" again. The setting sun bathed the walls in gold, and the building in the woods remained resplendent.

"Is this some kind of smokescreen trying to fool me?"

She asked softly, it was unclear whether she was asking herself or something else.

【no. 】

The voice of the answer, the truth, resounded in my consciousness, calm and undisturbed.

This is a stack of scripts written for the future.

Why am I the only one who can see this?

[Usually, the protagonist of a screenplay corresponds to the writer themselves. But in this case, the screenwriter has passed away, and through the influence of "regret," you have become the protagonist.]

Jiang Jianxin gazed at the buildings.

The wind whistled through the woods, making a mournful sound.

"When did Gu Jiyun die?"

The answer from the depths of consciousness this time carries a certain profound meaning:

[Uh, no, he didn't die, you misunderstood. What I meant was, he wasn't the author. He was simply created—a character who accompanied the protagonist through this play.]

[I'm telling you now, but you probably won't understand. You'll understand once the script is finished.]

Jiang Jianxin didn't say anything else that day, he just picked up his sword and left.

Now, hearing Xie Yan bring up this topic again, she also doesn't know what to say.

"Well, it seems everyone's very busy."

Xie Yan sighed.

"The reason I'm calling you suddenly today is because the infrastructure in the Carnival Realm is almost finished. There's a house reserved for you not far from the Fool's Hall in the city center—would you like to come back and stay here, Sword Master?"

Jiang Jianxin was a little surprised; she hadn't expected the infrastructure there to be built so quickly.

She stood up and looked out onto the balcony. In the setting sun, a dark road stretched out from afar, right next to the second-floor balcony of the villa.

"If you want to come back and live here, just follow my route."

Xie Yan said, "Thanks."

Jiang Jianxin quickly flipped over and jumped off the railing, landing steadily on the asphalt road that Xie Yan had extended.

The road beneath her feet seemed to come alive, carrying her forward in contraction and surging.

The surrounding scenery rushed past, transforming into flowing light trails.

After breaking out of the territory of the Canglan Republic and ascending to high altitude, the speed of the light trail slowed down significantly.

For the first time, Jiang Jianxin didn't have to fly on his sword himself. He sat quietly on Xie Yan's path, feeling the gentle evening breeze brushing past his ears.

It's sunset again.

Jiang Jianxin clearly felt that the daytime hours were shortening significantly recently. When the sun rose in the east, it could not rise very high before setting in the west, followed by long nights.

On the Ping An Forum, some people have compiled statistics on this peculiar phenomenon. They found that the sun's setting time changed from 7:00 AM to 6:00 AM, 5:00 AM... until now—2:00 PM.

Jiang Jianxin lay on his back on the continuously moving asphalt road, gazing at the two o'clock afternoon sunset on the horizon, casually browsing the forum.

Without precise algorithm-driven recommendations, the news on the forum is a mixed bag.

Jiang Jianxin saw a female player who had just posted a discussion about things in the game:

Has anyone else noticed that the daytime in a certain game seems to be getting longer, while the nighttime is getting shorter? [Attached image]

Jiang Jianxin opened it and glanced at it, but paused slightly.

She remembered the last time she was at the arcade, it was already night in the real world, but it was morning in the game, and... it seemed to stay in the morning forever.

At the time, she didn't think anything of it, simply got up, turned off the computer, and left. Now, however, she belatedly realizes that it was indeed a bit strange.

Jiang Jianxin didn't think much of it. After all, the game was developed by a game company, and Big Sister's game was under Rose Games. The time rate in this kind of game could be adjusted with just one line of code, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

After she scrolled away from that post, she somehow remembered something and scrolled back to the faction list.

Jiang Jianxin is currently using the administrator account of Yuzhijia to browse the news. This account does have many functions, but unfortunately she doesn't know how to use it and doesn't dare to use it recklessly for fear of ruining Yuzhijia's affairs. So she can only use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, browsing posts every day.

From the administrator account, you can see the IP address of the faction and more detailed registration information.

Jiang Jianxin opened the Rose Group, which was under Jun Yunqi's name, to view its detailed information.

As a conglomerate, Rose Group has many subsidiaries, the first few of which she was familiar with:
Rose Jewelry, Rose Real Estate, Rose Transportation...

These IPs had clear territories, but when it came to Rose Games, the IP territories became unknown.

Jiang Jianxin stared at the gray "Expand" button that was positioned right below the Rose Game for a moment, then clicked it.

Rose Monastery, IP: Unknown

Rose Textile, IP: Unknown

Rose Transportation (Branch), IP: Unknown

Rose Jewelry (Branch), IP: Unknown

……

Jiang Jianxin was bewildered by the long list of subsidiaries that filled the entire page.

She stared for a long time, a violent storm raging in her mind, and finally moved her lips, asking her intuition in shock:

Why are there so many unfamiliar IPs and unknown subsidiaries?

"I remember that the factions in this world all display their IP addresses."

"Rose Group... could it be a super-large cross-industry conglomerate?"

The answer to the truth is very certain:

Yes, have you forgotten that ten years ago, Jun Yunqi poured money into saving the world, sparing no expense, and then, by simply increasing travel expenses, he could continue to compete with Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals?

Jiang Jianxin covered his mouth in astonishment.

Even ordinary capitalists pouring in capital cannot save the world.

Unless—it's the "Rose Group."