To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 68: Unfair Tactics l

Ultimately, Qu Fangfang gave up the idea of switching chairs.

But she decided to take the opportunity to admonish Fang Cheng; she would tell him that she was the Operations Director, a senior talent, and that the company should respect her as such.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and silently took her seat, then started to conduct research on the company’s products.

Her so-called research was not actually playing “Princess Dungeon,” “Quiet Cultivation,” or “The Nameless.” She didn’t even watch the videos on Bilibili. Instead, she got the data for the first two games from Xu Qingling and began poring over the numbers.

Huang Ping had no idea what she was looking at, but still kindly stepped forward to remind her, “Don’t just look at the data. Games have their particularities; you need to play them to understand.”

Qu Fangfang pushed her black-framed glasses up again and disdainfully asked, “What’s your rank? P7 or P8?”

“…What’s that?”

Qu Fangfang exhaled through her nose with disdain and said, “Small companies are just small companies, don’t they even have a job ranking system? You’d probably be a P6 in e-commerce, not qualified to direct me.”

Although it was already known that people from the e-commerce sector were a bit peculiar, Qu Fangfang, having been with the company for only a year, had already picked up a slew of problems, indicating significant issues with herself as well.

Once outside, she even intended to expand upon the old ways, clearly revealing her strong agreement with that set of principles.

With a helpless smile, Huang Ping returned to his work, his expectations for the new colleague gradually diminishing.

He had thought he might be able to bring over a comrade-in-arms but it looked like he had hoped for too much.

By noon, the studio’s ordered takeout arrived.

The takeout Xu Qingling ordered was from her family’s restaurant, which specialized in personalized service. It didn’t have its storefront in Rong City, but it was a place sought after by every gourmet.

Each guest had their own unique lunch box and chopsticks, both of which were beautifully crafted, with the redwood chopsticks being elegant and generous.

Since it was her family’s restaurant, they only charged for the cost of the food, which came to barely more than an ordinary takeout meal.

Looking at the exquisite lunch boxes and the balanced and flavorful food inside, Qu Fangfang swallowed her saliva but still haughtily said to the only one still working at her desk, Xiao Douzi, “You, go get my lunch box.”

Xiao Douzi didn’t move.

“You! Did you hear me?”

Xiao Douzi, engrossed in her work, seemed to be in her own world, oblivious to what was happening outside, staring at her screen without giving any attention to the other.

Realizing that the other party was indeed ignoring her, Qu Fangfang was about to explode with anger.

She immediately rushed to the pantry, ready to severely criticize Xiao Douzi, and then she saw Xu Qingling and Fang Cheng sharing a table together in the pantry.

Their shoulders were gently touching, and Xu Qingling was showing off photos of a calico cat on her phone, flipping through them as she said, “See? It’s kneading now. It’s so clever now, it learns everything in an instant.”

Fang Cheng looked at the calico cat, still unsure whether this cat could become something extraordinary.

It seemed that when he had the time, he really ought to go and see it for himself.

While Fang Cheng was observing the cat, Xu Qingling sensed something and turned her head to look at the doorway where Qu Fangfang stood.

A single glance was enough to send a shiver through Qu Fangfang, and she understood the message.

Don’t disturb me.

Shivering, Qu Fangfang took her lunch box back to her seat and whispered to herself, “Forget it, if I have to get it myself, then I’ll get it myself.”

The lacquered surface of the lunch box gleamed, and its simple yet grand design was like a work of art.

Each of the three tiers of the lunch box contained different things, and upon opening, it unfolded to display all its contents.

The aromatic soup, vibrant vegetables, perfectly-textured mixed grains, and healthy, tasty chicken breast.

A postcard also accompanied the lunch box, inquiring about the guest’s opinion on the dishes and whether the flavors suited her palate, among other things.

The meticulous attention to detail left Qu Fangfang speechless for a moment before she began to eat.

The food was delicious, perhaps the best work meal she had ever had, but the thought that everyone was eating the same thing soured the experience for her.

After lunch was supposed to be break time, but it appeared nobody in the studio was resting.

Even the youngest planner, who was like a monkey, was discussing something quietly with Huang Ping, pausing occasionally to jot down notes and frequently showing expressions of sudden realization.

Qu Fangfang sneered after watching for a while.

Young, yet quite the actor.

Knowing the other person was more capable and was a solid support to lean on, she pretended to be eager to learn to curry favor, a born little crafty imp.

But of all people to flatter, she chose someone in his early thirties likely to be laid off; it showed that her ambitions were limited.

In the afternoon, Xu Qingling brought Qu Fangfang to the conference room and then handed her the probationary contract.

Seeing that her salary actually reached thirty-six thousand, with the full amount provided during the probation period, Qu Fangfang nodded her head in satisfaction.

Although other aspects were average, in terms of salary treatment, it still seemed respectful towards her position as a director.

Contented with her signature, she casually asked, “How much do the others earn?”

“The same as you,” Xu Qingling said with a smile.

The smile on Qu Fangfang’s face quickly disappeared and shifted to Xu Qingling’s face.

After glancing at the Monkey who was learning from Huang Ping outside, Qu Fangfang asked incredulously, “Including that minor?”

“Yes. And don’t underestimate him; he made a significant contribution to the gameplay of ‘Quiet Cultivation.’ Last month’s project bonus was a seven-figure sum, after taxes.”

Qu Fangfang became even more silent.

After hesitating for a long time, she asked in confusion, “Is making games that profitable?”

“It’s the boss who profits. And you came to workhere without knowing anything?”

“Qu Fangfang, what exactly did you do at your previous company? And why did you leave the e-commerce sector?”

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“Never mind, you don’t have to say so much.” Clapping her hands, Xu Qingling tossed her long hair and her eyes curved into crescent moons, “You probably have some secrets of your own too, but I want you to know that the boss’s dream is my dream, and I don’t want indifferent people to disrupt the operation of the studio, do you understand?”

“…I understand.”

“It’s good that you understand, get to work.”

Watching Qu Fangfang leave shakily, Xu Qingling still felt something was odd.

Flipping through the opponent’s resume and previous operation cases, Xu Qingling felt that Qu Fangfang’s practicality and displayed personality were completely different.

Qu Fangfang’s practical work was clean and elegant. Although it was a bit green in some places, it already had a vigorous and ambitious quality that completely contradicted the character she showed.

An unkind thought came to mind, but it was somewhat insulting; without solid evidence, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to take action.

After pondering for a moment, she made a phone call, “Is this Mr. Liu? I want to inquire about a person, Qu Fangfang. She used to work at your place, and I’d like to…”

Back at her desk, Qu Fangfang waited anxiously.

She looked attentively at the data but was actually staring at her phone.

At four in the afternoon, the long-awaited QQmessage notification popped up, and the person typed in the chat, “Senior sister, the data is ready.”

Immediately receiving the data, Qu Fangfang released a long sigh of relief, and her confidence slowly returned.

After reviewing all the data analysis, Qu Fangfang nodded in satisfaction.

The data analysis was appropriately detailed, with exquisite diagrams included, and even made into a PPT according to her requirements, the effect being comparable to the standard of a P8.

Thinking that the other party had actually done it in six hours, she felt both envious and impressed.

Envy for the person’s talent, and impressed that she had been lucky enough to pick such a fine tool from among her juniors.

After some consideration, she sent a three-hundred-yuan red packet, “Thanks a lot, you did well this time, I will look for you again. I’m giving you an extra hundred this time.”

“I should be the one thanking you, senior sister, forgiving me such a good part-time job.”

Seeing the reply, Qu Fangfang sneered.

University students are so easy to use.

She took advantage of them, and they still had to thank her.

In high spirits, Qu Fangfang hummed a tune as she started modifying the data analysis into her own version.

Meanwhile, in the conference room, Xu Qingling had learned a few things through several phone calls and formulated her own conjectures.

After thinking for a while, she picked up the phone again, calling a contact at Rong City University.

“Could you tell me if you have a student named Wang Xiaoying? She’s a senior and will graduate next year, right? I would like to know if she’s interested in interning at our studio?”

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingling watched Qu Fangfang outside.

Miss Qu, this kind of thing isn’t very honorable, is it?