Chapter 399 As Long as You Persist, You Will Have Everything!

He stretched out his hand and passed through the afterimage, and the fine hair disappeared into his palm.

"monkey."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

With a deep voice, accompanied by deep nostalgia, it can be said that every monkey hair was rendered by him one by one. It took him a month to make this model alone. This is his hard work and pride.

Every scene in the game is vivid.

But - it is destined not to be released!

"I'm sorry."

"..."

"Phew - I want to make a AAA game. I don't know if it's the first one in China. It doesn't matter, just do it!"

He raised his head high, his eyes seemed to meet those golden eyes,

"monkey!"

"I also want to be the Monkey King once!!"

"This is the last time I've met. The boss of the new company is pretty nice. I feel like I can make it work this time!"

"goodbye!"

With a sonorous and powerful voice, the tall and fat man lowered his head, his eyes rarely getting wet.

The golden USB flash drive was pulled out, and the flickering monkey shadow gradually disappeared.

Xiang Leshan put the projection board back in place and stepped out without hesitation.

The light from the corridor flickered in his hair, as if he was running towards a new future. In the dark utility room, a little red light flickered.

"Click."

Quickly returned to the office, "Brother Xiang! Orange!"

The yellow oranges were thrown and he caught them in a hurry.

"Where did it come from?"

"Mr. Song gave it to me!" Yan Hongcai was elated, "He said he would get off work as usual today and prepare sacks, and he would give out the bonus tomorrow!!"

"Good thing!"

Xiang Leshan laughed loudly, "Yan Hongcai, be prepared to work overtime in the future!"

"???Maintenance work overtime?!"

You kid wants to eat shit! !

Yan Hongcai's smile instantly dropped, with anger flashing in his eyes!

"I want to apply for a project and do what we want to do."

Do what we want to do?

Yan Hongcai's pupils were shaking, "Can I approve the money?"

"The boss said that if Yuan Shen makes more money than the one next door, he will give him the money!!"

"Damn it! No wonder you, Zhao Papi!"

"Hahaha!!!"

"Let's go! Let's make a big one together!!"

The two men hugged each other tightly and laughed. Not far away, Wu Wanyi raised her water glass and took a sip. She raised her glass to the 3a colleagues around her.

"I don't have enough time every day, so I have to find something to do."

With a helpless smile, the woman's eyes curled up, "The mask money must be reimbursed!"

As Xiang Leshan wrote the project application report excitedly, Song Jiang on the other side finally got a simple reply.

[11.1, Wansheng Hotel, Box 101 on the 4th floor. 】

Song Jiang, who posts messages every day, opened his Weibo and his eyes widened.

"Damn it! The man-machine has replied!!"

"Human machine?"

Du Xi was sorting documents and asked curiously.

I heard a sentence: "As long as you persist, everything will be possible!"

"?"

"What?"

"I'm going out to socialize! The documents will be approved tomorrow!!"

Looking at the figure who hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran away, Du Xi murmured to himself: "Have you had any social activities recently?"

Why doesn't he remember any bosses he wants to befriend?

Song Jiang, who was running into the corridor at this time, called Huang Bohan!

"Send me to Wansheng Hotel!"

"Okay, wait a moment, it will take about 10 minutes."

"Master, how long does it take to reach Nanqiao Street?" The approaching passenger opened the door.

"Sorry, I'm not accepting guests. Something happened."

"??"

The customer who was refused boarding for the first time had questions all over his head, "But you accepted the order."

"Cancel now."

"It's not the master! What you did is not authentic!!"

As soon as the guest shouted something, he saw two red pictures of Mao Zedong, and his voice suddenly stopped.

He looked at Grandpa Mao and then at Huang Bohan.

"What, what do you mean?"

"Go get a special car. Sorry, things are a bit urgent."

"It's okay, it's okay! Master, if you have any urgent needs, I won't be busy at all if I'm not busy!"

The guest took it with a rosy face, "How about I bow to you?"

"No, no, no."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roaring sound of the accelerator, and the yellow taxi flew out like an arrow!

Only the passengers were left flipping the bills excitedly, it was true!

Oh my god, post it on Moments first!

"Click."

“The master I met today is so proud!!”

Ten minutes later, Huang Bohan picked up Song Jiang, who was out of breath and had changed into a crisp suit. He quickly put on his seat belt.

"Walk!"

"boom--"

Thick white smoke spurted out, and the taxi swerved, throwing up countless dust.

Half an hour later.

Wansheng Hotel.

"arrive."

The yellow taxi was facing the door of the hotel. As soon as the slightly frowning hotel doorman stepped forward, he opened the door and saw a familiar man coming out.

Even though it was my first time to receive him, his face automatically matched the information on his back. His smile instantly bloomed and his eyes slightly curved.

"Mr. Song, you are here! You are here! Do you have a reservation or do you want to entertain friends?"

With warm words, he quickly supported the other person's arm, for fear of neglecting him.

"Fourth floor 101."

"Okay! I'll take you there!"

He enthusiastically led the way. As a very famous high-end hotel in the local area, hundreds of millions were spent on the corridor alone. The various exhibits of famous paintings were separated by a thin layer of explosion-proof glass.

Whenever Song Jiang pauses for three seconds on an exhibit.

Instantly, there was a soaring tone, and the introduction was slow but not hurried.

It took three minutes to travel until they were sent to the door of the 101 box.

Song Jiang couldn't help but give a good review.

"You are good here."

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for liking it~"

The doorman smiled and stepped back naturally. He didn't know what would happen next.

"Huh——"

Song Jiang took a deep breath, lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, made sure there were no wrinkles, and pushed the door in.

The first thing he saw was not the table, but rows of fresh bamboo, and the green willow leaves were still hanging with water droplets.

In the wide box, the layout was purely Chinese. A straight waterway stretched from one end of the box to the other, and several fat carps shook their tails with difficulty.

The murals were stacked with layers of mountains. Song Jiang glanced around and focused his eyes on the back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Simple shirt and black pants, without any embellishment.

"Mr. Xue?"

Xue Wenyao, who had been looking at the river view, turned around. His face was calm and without much emotion. He nodded slightly.

Like a salute.

"Would you like to eat noodles?"

"...Yes!"

Song Jiang could not help but calm down. He sat down on the rectangular table with a steaming teapot on it. "My stomach is not very good, so I can't eat oily food." Xue Wenyao quietly picked up the teapot, and a thin stream of water flowed out.

The wooden cup gradually filled up.

"Please."

"Okay." Song Jiang raised the cup, sniffed it lightly, and tasted it.

The rich tea fragrance, mixed with a very light taste, the tea is extra sweet.

"Good tea!"

Xue Wenyao laughed, poured another cup, and pushed it in front of him. Then he spoke.

"Did you take a taxi?"

? !

Song Jiang was stunned and subconsciously looked at the floor-to-ceiling window.

It turned out that he was not looking at the river, but at the entrance of the hotel.

"Yes."

"Don't buy a car?"

"I bought one, but I haven't driven it many times."

"Have you bought a house?"

"In the city center, I haven't lived there many times."

Honest words, accompanied by clear eyes. Xue Wenyao smiled lightly, "Rarely." Song Jiang smiled foolishly, and then heard a sentence "The desire is very shallow, it seems that your desire is strong in other places."

"..."

The pupils shrank slightly, and Song Jiang paused for three seconds and nodded.

"Yes."

"It's not a good thing to want too much."

"Not much."