Nothing happened last night, which was probably the quietest night for Lin Miao in the past couple of days. He had a peaceful sleep, and by the time he arrived at the office, the players were already working hard and enthusiastically.
Their cool-down period had just passed 16 hours, and they were eager to get back online to work, with half of the four surrounding walls completed.
Where else in the world can you find such passionate employees?
Lin Miao had been to the base of Huang Ban's tower, where everyone looked like they had a "Simonian" face, as if everyone owed them two million bucks.
Those faces might as well have two lines written on them—hold on for another few months, hold on for a few more months and I'll quit.
And then—Damn it, if it weren't for this shitty salary, I would have left already.
