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  Although most players are discussing, they still have to play to the end.

   "Let's not talk about it, the Goose Factory Studio really put their heart into it this time."

   "It's not that the Goose Factory Studio is working hard, but that it's with the right owner. The people in the Goose Factory have nothing to say about their skills, but it's a pity that they went with the wrong person. Let's see what they have done with Ma Hua Pain all those years."

   "Looking forward to the new works of Goose Factory Studio."

   "Do you feel that this scene is magical? Half a year ago we were still scolding the goose factory, and half a year later the goose factory has become a favorite."

  As the word-of-mouth of "Frostpunk" fermented, a large number of players willingly acted as tap water and actively promoted "Frostpunk".

  The sales of "Frostpunk" are increasing day by day, and the evaluation is full of five stars.

   Yes, everything changed after half a day.

  A small number of players started to clear the level, but everyone chose to clear the level perfectly, and no one died alone in the ice and snow.

   "I've worked so hard to clear the level and ensure that in the extremely cold weather of minus 100 degrees, one person will be fine. The production team actually asked me if all this was worth it? You've crossed the line!"

   "I am better than your sister! I take back what I said yesterday. The game of Goose Factory Studio is good, but the idea is rubbish!"

   "I led everyone to survive, and executed the old nobles, but the game commented that I crossed the line? Ask me if everything is worth it? Is it worth it to you, without me, this group of 'tricksters' will starve to death."

  The residents of "Frostpunk" are all remnants of the old era, fearing the coming of tomorrow in the wind and frost.

   In order to survive, the players manipulated the game to increase their working hours. Everyone complained about each other, but fortunately, this allowed the children to spend the new day warmly.

The reconnaissance team was sent to rescue the refugees who were about to freeze, but the lack of resources forced us to leave others to fend for themselves. The torture of ice and snow filled the city with fear. The London Gang clamored to split the city, as if there was still a chance of survival .

  Players rebuild their beliefs and maintain order. No one dares to be lazy in the face of the end. There is always someone who can lead everyone to see hope when they are desperate. Because the contradictions of beliefs have conflicts, only the guardians of faith survive.

   When it came time to receive the nobles, facing the former oppressor leaders of the nobles, most players did not hesitate to execute them. Even in the end of the world, the players refused to clear up their suspicions.

  The storm stopped, people returned to reason after the disaster, but the player who was the city controller was expelled from the city because of the atrocities in the past, the city did not perish, and the fire of mankind continued.

   The player crossed the line and the city was saved, but was it all worth it?

  Due to the poor ending of "Frostpunk", the evaluation of Goose Factory Studio took a sharp turn.

  Niu Lei was running around in a hurry, but you couldn't find Ye Qin at all.

   As for where is Ye Qin?

   Not only did Niu Lei not know, Sun Mu and the others were also at a loss.

   "Does each of you know where Brother Ye went?" Huang Mao asked.

   "Brother Ye? Wasn't he still at the company yesterday? Could it be that he went home to rest?" Lin Fenghe asked.

   "I just called Brother Ye's nanny, but I didn't go back last night." Sun Mu said.

   "Where will it go? How about I ask Xin Shengshi and them?" Wu Xiaohao asked.

   "I called Mr. Cheng just now, Brother Ye didn't go to Shanghai."

   Didn’t go to Shanghai? Where will Brother Ye be? Everyone was thinking anxiously, and they almost called the police.

  But at this moment, Ye Qin suddenly called.

   "It's President Ye." Lin Fenghe said excitedly.

   "Mr. Ye, where did you go?" Lin Fenghe asked.

   "Old Lin, I suddenly had a new idea last night. I bought a ticket to come to Europa in the middle of the night. Do you have a friend who knows French? Introduce me to an interpreter." Ye Qin asked on the other end of the phone.

   "Translation?" Lin Fenghe asked, did Ye Qin travel to Europa?

   "Boss Ye, I'll look for it and send it later." Lin Fenghe said.

   Huang Mao anxiously said, "Call me, give me."

  Lin Fenghe had no choice but to hand the phone to Liu Hua.

   "Brother Ye, I'm Liu Hua, you are alone in Europa, how about I go to accompany you? Sun Mu is also fine, and Wu Xiaohao."

   "No, no, I'll just stay here for two days, you guys are optimistic about the company, this is our basic market." Ye Qin said a few words, then hung up the phone.

  Why did Brother Ye suddenly go to Europa? What's the hurry?

  As everyone was thinking, Niu Lei entered the meeting room, "Guys, has anyone seen Mr. Ye?"

  As soon as Niu Lei finished asking, the people in the conference room dispersed instantly.

so awkward.

  Wu Xiaohao said in a low voice, "Boss Ye is on a business trip, and he will come back after a while. If there is any problem, he can solve it by himself. This is what our company does."

   "If you have something really difficult, call Mr. Ye again."

  Niu Lei's heart warmed up. Of the five managers in the company, Wu Xiaohao was the only one who could talk.

   The negative reviews of "Frostpunk" are still fermenting, and all this seems to have nothing to do with Ye Qin.

  ...

  Europa in early spring, the spring breeze is smooth.

  Ye Qin was sitting on a bench in the Arc de Triomphe Square, holding two cups of coffee in his hand, quietly waiting for the translator introduced by Lin Fenghe.

  There were occasional doves of peace falling down on the square, Ye Qin touched his pocket, it seemed that there was nothing to feed them.

   "Hello, is this Mr. Ye?" A girl in a short skirt appeared in front of Ye Qin gracefully.

   "Who are you?" Ye Qin remembered that Lin Fenghe told him that she was an elderly woman who was fluent in French.

   But the girl in front of me, no matter how you look at it, will not be more than twenty-five years old.

   "Mr. Lin entrusted me to be your interpreter."

   "Mr. Lin? Shouldn't it be an older woman? Did I remember wrong?" Ye Qin asked.

   "You remember correctly, it was my mother who asked me to come here, hoping that I would exercise. I am a graduate student at the National University of France, so my spoken English will be fine, please rest assured." The girl said.

  University graduate students, no wonder you are so young. Forget it, you can be young if you are young, as long as you can get things done.

  Old Lin is also true, didn’t you tell the lady about the translation I wanted?

   "Okay, I will trouble you these two days, I hope we can cooperate well, Ye Qin." Ye Qin stretched out his hand.

   "You must be satisfied, Chu Qiumo." Chu Qiumo said with a bow.

  Before coming again, her mother repeatedly told her to be generous, after all, it was his junior who asked her for help.

  Although he paid a high fee of 1,000 euros per day, Mother Chu didn't think that this was a rich owner.

   After all, the current big boss, which one goes out without a secretary or two.

   "Okay, I got off the plane this morning and didn't eat anything. Is there a good hotel nearby?" Ye Qin turned his head and asked.

   "Is it delicious? I know there is a Chinese restaurant, the price is not expensive, and it is less than one kilometer away." Chu Qiumo said.