Life Dungeon Game

For a long time before today, she thought she had seen enough of the darkness in the world.

For the sake of work and making money, she can lower her moral standards to a very low level.

She could create a deceptive program plan at her boss's request, just to generate viewership.

She could also readily accept the fact that she had worked tirelessly for three days and three nights revising the plan.

She thought her bottom line was already low enough, but her boss's actions today completely crossed that line.

She couldn't understand why, for the sake of traffic and money, one could so recklessly destroy someone else's reputation and life.

She doesn't like Jet.

This host is annoying and enjoys making sarcastic remarks; her words often reveal discrimination against people like her who have climbed up from the bottom.

But that shouldn't be the reason for him to be ridiculed and mocked by millions of people.

Moreover, all this mockery and ridicule is simply to help the boss make more money.

Would the boss himself be willing to put a video of himself crying in pain online to attract traffic?

How can he make money using other people's reputation?

Jeter's plight made her feel a sense of shared sorrow.

A loud bang rang out above Lina's head.

She looked up and saw black smoke billowing up the wall.

That must have been a bomb explosion.

She was too far away to see where the explosion had occurred.

She lowered her head and continued walking along the wall of the office building.

She suddenly felt out of place in this world. She couldn't cross the final line, or she could silently pretend she didn't see anything.

Perhaps she was never suited for this industry.

Just then, she felt a dark shadow fall from the sky and crash.

It landed in front of her.

Bright red blood splattered all over her face.

Her brain lost the ability to think for a moment.

She stared blankly at the familiar figure before her, covered in blood.

Host Jet

At that moment, the only thought in her mind was...

Jett is dead.

This sharp-tongued host appears to have committed suicide by jumping from a building.

The worst outcome she had anticipated had occurred.

She wanted to cry, but only gagged twice and didn't actually cry.

Jett is dead, will she be next?

Putting herself in Jett's shoes, if she were in Jett's position and had millions of people see her at her worst, could she keep herself from committing suicide?

She can't.

She felt only intense fear.

The bosses are not sacrificing their reputation, but their lives and reputation.

She couldn't control any of it.

Even if she leaves this company and goes to another, she can't be sure that she won't end up like Jet, becoming a victim of the boss's profit-making without even knowing it.

Her life and death were not in her own hands.

"Fear, anger, resentment,"

A deep voice sounded in her ear.

"I'm afraid that one day my life will no longer belong to me, afraid of being fooled like a clown, afraid that even if I work hard, I will still be ruthlessly abandoned in the end. Why has the world become like this? Why does my life become the 'cost' for others to make money?"

The voice was like the whisper of a devil, bewitching her soul.

"Do you want to change this world? Do you want to change all this distortion? Even if it's just a futile attempt, even if it's just a desperate struggle like a wild beast before it dies?"

A cold business card was placed in her hand. "If you've thought things through, you can come find me here."

It was only then that Lina came to her senses and turned to look behind her.

All I saw was a tall, well-built man carrying a silver-gray suitcase getting into a black sedan.

She lowered her head and looked at the business card in her hand.

[Vian Nolanca]

Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Norlanca Group

137 Norlanca Street

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Chapter 232 Believer (Long chapter, please subscribe, favorite, and vote with monthly tickets)

A black sedan drove through the street, the city lights flashing past the window.

One after another, dilapidated and simple shacks are erected under the buildings of the bustling city. Disheveled and ragged people huddle in the cold winter wind, looking blankly at the traffic coming and going on the street.

There are quite a few luxury cars in Kaya City. In the short time that He looked out the window, at least seven or eight luxury cars worth more than one million federal dollars passed by him.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the sofa in the back row.

"Danny, what is the food self-sufficiency rate in Kaya City?"

“Kaya is an industrial city. The group’s agricultural companies supply about 35% of the city’s food, while other smaller agricultural companies supply about 15%.”

The old butler, sitting in the passenger seat, slowly replied, "The remaining 50% of the grain is purchased from the Moshanto Grain Industry Group. They will transport the grain from nearby grain-producing cities."

Is the self-sufficiency rate only half?

He Ao lowered his head in deep thought.

In fact, Kaya City's food self-sufficiency rate is already considered relatively high among non-food-producing cities in the Federation. Some strong financial and commercial cities, such as Dawn City, may have a food self-sufficiency rate of less than 30%.

"Master Wei An, you seem to really like that girl from earlier?"

Just as He was pondering, Danny suddenly spoke up and asked.

"Ok?"

He Ao paused for a moment before realizing that the old butler was referring to Lina. He nodded slightly, "She has a great talent for publicity."

Then he looked at Danny with some doubt. Under normal circumstances, the old butler would not bring up questions. "Is there something wrong with her?"

“Master Wei’an, when the old master was your age, he was already married to his wife.”

Danny said slowly.

"Pfft, cough cough cough,"

He Ao almost choked on his own saliva, covered his mouth and coughed twice, then glanced out the window and said slowly, "I'm not in a hurry. Who manages the group's fixed assets?"

"Jamie, his father is a board member."

The old butler spoke softly, without mentioning what had just happened again.

“Find some trustworthy people,” Heo said, pulling out the pistol engraved with the Stars City emblem from his pocket. “Form an investigation team. Someone is secretly selling off the group’s fixed assets.”

"Yes."

The old butler nodded gently.

“Hmm,” He Ao pondered for a moment, then immediately asked, “Does the group have an intelligence department?”

"The Industrial Development Department has a dedicated division for 'borrowing' competitors' products, and the group's mercenary corps has a specialized wilderness reconnaissance organization,"

The old butler slowly shook his head. "But there is no dedicated intelligence department."

"so···"

He Ao pondered for a moment, "Pick some reliable and clever people from the mercenary group, hire a few intelligence professors for them, and form a separate intelligence investigation team."

The federal government does not provide protection for logistics in the wilderness. If major corporations want to sell their products elsewhere, they have to hire their own escorts to protect their goods from damage in the wilderness.

This gave rise to a large mercenary organization active in the wilderness.

Initially, the conglomerate hired well-known mercenary organizations.

Escort.

However, some mercenary organizations would collude with outsiders to secretly steal the conglomerate's goods, which forced the conglomerate to form its own mercenary organization.

The top-ranking conglomerates in the Federation now all have their own mercenary groups.

These large mercenary groups are generally stationed outside the high walls and are not allowed to enter the city on a large scale. Even small numbers of mercenaries entering and leaving the city are subject to strict checks and are not allowed to carry any high-risk weapons.

However, these mercenary groups do not gather in large numbers. Most of the time, the conglomerate's mercenary groups are scattered in various places delivering goods, and it is difficult to gather them in a short period of time.

After giving these instructions, He Ao leaned back on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

-

Night had fallen, and the weary man slowly pushed open the door.

"father!"

A cute little girl ran towards me with her arms outstretched.

"Hey," Jack smiled, picked up his daughter, held her in his arms, and closed the bedroom door. "Was Annie a good girl today?"

"Annie is such a good girl! Mommy even praised Annie today!"

The little girl held a piece of candy in her hand and nodded, humming happily.