In the chat software, i Youqian typed out a ssage and sent it to all the ga groups and ga studio groups he was in. He also forwarded it to so individual gold-farming players.
Next, he opened a few popular forums and posted the sa ssage in multiple active threads.
After doing all this, i Youqian slumped into his chair with a pained expression.
He had originally planned to take this deal all for himself, but the drop rate for the new gear was just too low.
Left with no choice, he had to spread the word and try to earn so profit through arbitrage.
But seriously, when did Tianlong beco like this? Wasn’t it always about getting gear through gacha?
He still rembered Tianlong—it had been a hit a couple of years ago. Then so idiot of a ga planner had completely overhauled it into a full pay-to-win model.
As long as you had money, you were automatically stronger than everyone else.
That had driven most of the free-to-play crowd away because the ga beca unplayable for them. And as the player base shrank, even the rich players lost interest and migrated to other gas.
Now, all that was left were clueless newbies and a few nostalgic old players who logged in from ti to ti.
So judging by this update, it looked like the developers of Tianlong were planning a major overhaul. No idea if they could bring back its forr popularity, but it was worth keeping an eye on.
...
In the rented room—
Jiang Jiu stepped out of the shower, feeling a bit worn out from days of nonstop gear grinding.
He planned to finally get a good night’s sleep and start fresh tomorrow.
But when he picked up his phone and saw Hao-ge had transferred him fifty thousand, he froze.
Wait, wasn’t the price two grand per item? When did it jump to fifty?
Thinking it might’ve been a mistake, he sent Hao-ge a ssage to ask.
The replies ca quickly.
After reading them, Jiang Jiu instantly perked up.
Hao-ge had promised: as long as he dropped new gear that no one else had and he was the first to get it—fifty thousand per item, no exceptions.
What kind of blessed deal was this?
Sleep? Who needs that!
He quickly threw on so clothes, ran downstairs to the supermarket, and bought a whole case of Red Bull. After stocking the fridge, he sat right back down in front of his computer.
...
At the clothing factory—
Chen Mo returned to his office and imdiately started working on the upcoming company sports day.
Today was Monday, and the event was scheduled for Friday—employees had the weekend off, and no company should eat into their rest days.
Any benefit activity that used up rest days wasn’t a real benefit.
Plus, this would slow down production a little—a win-win in his eyes.
Thinking this over, he called out to Shen Rou.
“We’re holding a company sports day this Friday. Go rent out a gymnasium. As for banners, props, and uniforms—make sure everything’s well prepared. Don’t worry about the cost.”
“Once you’ve got a full plan, let review it.”
“Got it, Boss Chen,” Shen Rou replied.
Once the date was set, Chen Mo’s mind began to churn again.
Venue rentals weren’t going to cost much. The real expenses had to co from the prizes.
If he wanted to spend big, he had to load up on prizes.
Entertainnt was secondary—rewards were key.
With employees from both Cangxue Gas and the clothing factory, there were over eighty people now.
Eighty prizes didn’t seem like too much, right?
He opened a shopping app and began browsing for suitable prizes.
In the end, he selected:
15 smartphones
15 tablets
15 laptops
10 smart washing machines
10 refrigerators
10 air conditioners
10 televisions
Total cost: just over 380,000 yuan.
“That’s it?” Chen Mo frowned.
It was far less than he had expected to spend.
He had already tested the system—given the current size of his business, sports day expenses must not exceed one million yuan, and such events could only be held once per quarter.
But if he couldn’t go over a million, he sure as hell was going to get as close as possible.
After a mont’s thought, he doubled all the quantities. The original 85 items beca 170, and the price jumped to 760,000 yuan.
Now that was more like it.
But how should he distribute 170 prizes?
With this number, every employee could get two prizes, and there would still be leftovers.
Before long, he ca up with a plan.
He’d add more event categories. Each event would have two rounds, with ten participants per round.
Then implent a point system:
1st place: 10 points
2nd: 9 points
...
10th: 1 point
Total points across all events would determine ranking. The higher the score, the earlier you get to pick your prize—up to two per person.
Perfect.
This ensured everyone got a prize and encouraged full participation. The more events you joined, the more points you earned, and the better your chances of getting the prizes you liked.
Low scorers would just have to settle for the leftovers.
Then, a sudden idea struck Chen Mo.
As the boss, he was technically an employee too, right? No harm in joining the gas.
That way, if he happened to win two prizes, no one could say anything.
He cautiously probed the system—and to his delight, no violation ssage appeared.
It was allowed.
Chen Mo got a little emotional. For once, this damned system was actually being decent.
Since he could participate, he had to make the most of it.
According to his own point system, he only needed one point—even dead last in a single event would qualify him for two prizes.
He didn’t even aim to win. Just join one easy, low-effort ga to score a point and then quietly claim his rewards.
Sure, he might not get the best prizes, but he could make a rule allowing participants to exchange prizes for cash of equal value.
With each item valued between 4,000 and 6,000 yuan, even if he got two of the cheapest ones, that was still nearly ten grand in cash.
Add that to his current funds, and he’d be a ten-thousand-yuan man.
Of course, he’d order so physical phones and tablets ahead of ti so employees could see them and feel more motivated.
Now the only thing left was to design an event that was light and relaxing.
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