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Qin Tiantian received the order and trotted out.

Li Xiaomeng turned on the computer and asked for a business contract template from her senior classmates who had graduated long ago.

She modified the contract according to the requirements of Development Department 2 and threw it aside.

..........

The first person to arrive was a shy boy wearing glasses, who looked like a college student.

Li Xiaomeng had just graduated and was deeply impressed by the innocence of the teachers in teaching students.

Yes, it’s that clear feeling of stupidity that just can’t be dispelled!

Perhaps because it was his first interview, the author was quite reserved.

"Ahem, don't be nervous. Take a look at the contract first."

Li Xiaomeng watched the child nervously pick up the contract and read it carefully from the beginning to the end. She didn't know if he could understand it - after all, he was holding it upside down...

Li Xiaomeng: “….”

Why am I so nervous?

"If you've finished reading it, just sign at the end... Uh, don't you need to read it?"

Before Li Xiaomeng finished speaking, the child quickly turned to the last page and signed his name.

Li Xiaomeng felt that she could trick this silly kid into buying women's clothing and have him give her money.

The socially anxious child whispered, "Can I leave now?"

Li Xiaomeng: “…”

"Go sit outside first."

As soon as Li Xiaomeng finished speaking, the socially phobic child ran away, and in a panic he went in the wrong direction.

He was supposed to go to his workstation, but ended up going to the cubicle for a break and tea...

As a result, the child just went with the flow and sat down in the cubicle. After being in seclusion for a while, he took out his cell phone and started typing.

Li Xiaomeng scratched his head and didn't care much.

As a social phobic, and as an online writer, I may not be able to have a normal conversation with others for a year or two. That's normal, that's normal.

Li Xiaomeng asked the next author to come in and also look at the contract.

The person who came in this time was normal, a man in formal attire, about thirty years old, with a faint smile on his face.

As soon as he came in, the man handed Li Xiaomeng a document, which recorded his writing experience and resume, and of course, his pen name "Chengqiao".

"Hello, hello, Director Li. I've heard of your great name for a long time!"

"Hello, hello! So you are Boss Chengqiao!"

Li Xiaomeng smiled, stood up and shook hands with Cheng Qiao, and started to compliment each other on business.

Great, it's communicative!

Li Xiaomeng took the initiative to ask: "How is your life in Le'an these days?"

"Haha, that's great. I took the opportunity to take a week off and played games and watched videos in the hotel every day!"

Cheng Qiao laughed out loud.

Good guy, it turns out he is a pigeon spirit...

Li Xiaomeng's eyes widened immediately, feeling disgusted at Cheng Qiao's behavior that made the donkey on the millstone at the village entrance so angry.

Cheng Qiao took the contract, took a quick look at it, and found it quite interesting.

The contract stipulates the obligations of the author, or "honorary consultant", which is to assist the writing team in completing the design and revision of the plot.

But....this contract does not specify a completion date!

If there is no specified completion time, then doesn't that mean you can just delay the completion of the manuscript as much as you want?

Fanxing left such a big loophole in the contract?

Cheng Qiao was stunned for a moment.

But a moment later, he was secretly delighted. This loophole was good for him as the author anyway, so why should he worry?

But it is impossible for a smart director to not see such an obvious loophole...

Could it be that there is another deeper meaning?

Cheng Qiao frowned and looked puzzled for a while.

Li Xiaomeng looked at Cheng Qiao with a frown, and he smiled and frowned at times, not understanding what this man was doing.

As for the loopholes?

Uh, Li Xiaomeng probably didn’t see it…

Since there was no deadline on the list of requirements given by Development Department 2, she didn't even consider it.

....................

There were more than thirty authors in this group, and twenty-six of them finally decided to sign the contract and stay.

A small half of them are pigeon spirits like Chengqiao, and another small half are those who are interested in the stars or Baldur's Gate itself and come here to collect materials.

Li Xiaomeng feels that these authors’ plot design for Baldur’s Gate is useless.

There's no other reason. Each of them has their own ulterior motives. How can they possibly work normally?

However, she had no good solution for this.

You can't let her finish writing the rest of Baldur's Gate, can you?

A large office on the twelfth floor with three rows of neatly arranged workstations.

A 32-inch high-definition, high-refresh screen is placed at each workstation, next to it is a side-transparent high-performance host full of light pollution, and a crisp tea-axis keyboard and weighted mouse are placed on the side.

If the drawer is opened, the authors can also see the latest AR glasses of "Yu Su" hidden inside.

Well, the gift given by Long Yuan is indeed quite generous.

It's just a little distracting.

At this time, the authors were sitting at their workstations, very quiet, no one spoke.

But everyone's psychological activities are very rich.

Some people looked at this high-performance host and the NGI gaming platform on the desktop with their throats raised.

Who would use this kind of computer to type?

Cheng Qiao also felt it was outrageous. He sat on an expensive leather ergonomic chair and picked up his phone to check the group chat messages.

"Are any of you typing? Hurry up and make some noise. I'm about to start slacking off!"

"Who the hell writes with this configuration? Don't you feel jealous when you see that gaming platform?"

"There are AR glasses, which are quite casual. You can put them on and pretend while using AR to fish."

"I'm rough, is that true?"

"Battlefield three, come quickly."

"??? How come you're so fast?"

"??? How come you're so fast?"

"??? How come you're so fast?"

"The team is full, can we kick the captain out?"

“Who is typing?”

Cheng Qiao was repeating what he read, and was stunned when he saw the latest comments. He then heard the sound of typing coming from not far away.

It's very fast, very quick. You can tell from the moment you listen that he is not playing games or chatting, but using the magical skill of typing with tentacles!

At the end of his workstation, Qin Tiantian finished writing a paragraph and was thinking when he suddenly noticed dozens of eyes focused on him.

"Well?"

Chapter 237 [Forced to Write]

In school, there is often such a situation:

When the teacher asks students to recite aloud or recite from memory, many students often recite silently or simply slack off because they are shy or want to be lazy.

However, as long as one person recites aloud for a few minutes, the rest of the people will follow suit.

The same is now true for the Honors Advisor’s Office.

Seeing Qin typing away at the same time, Cheng Qiao felt like thousands of horses were galloping through his heart, and he had a lot of complaints but nowhere to vent them.

With such a good environment, so many entertainment equipments, and no one to supervise, why are there still people typing!

Will the pigeon die in a few days?

Cheng Qiao, who grew up reading books, was used to seeing pigeons and cutting books. It was hard for him to imagine that there were people who would write in such a place.

Other people's ideas are similar.

A group of pigeon authors were in tears in the chat group.

"Who can make that big guy stop it?"

"I've already started the game, and you told me to write..."

"Why are there more typing sounds? Damn, are you starting to feel stressed?"

"Stop chatting in the group. The two people next to me are typing. I'm going to type too..."

Cheng Qiao was startled and looked around him, and found that they were indeed typing.

Suddenly, sweat broke out on his forehead.

In this case, he has to code.