However, at this moment, the building was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

On the tenth floor, in a large conference room.

On both sides of the long table, almost all the leaders of various departments of the "Third Continent" project were present, and the same document was displayed on the screen in front of everyone.

It was a notice sent by the Central Committee, requiring that game operations must be shut down by tonight. The scarlet seal on it was particularly dazzling.

"...Is there really no other way?

Our game has just exceeded the peak number of online users, and the daily revenue is the highest ever...

The publicity funds have been withdrawn, but the game development costs have not been wiped out. The losses of the shutdown at this time will be inestimable..."

One person said with a pale face.

But he was forced back by the murderous gaze of the company boss:

"You think I want to see this result?

But what to do?

What can I do if you can’t solve the problem you created?!

I asked you to self-examine the problem when it first emerged. What was the result? How did you tell me? Then it became a big deal and alerted the Central Committee. I talked hard and fought for two weeks. What was the result?

Is the problem solved?

What exactly is ‘Internet dependency syndrome’?

What else can you say besides ‘technical problems’? Two weeks have passed, and the situation is getting more and more serious, with more and more people unable to leave the virtual network!

All clues point to "The Third Continent", why don't you just wait for the government to arrest people?!"

The middle-aged man sitting at the top roared almost like a roar.

The sound echoed in the conference room, but no one dared to look at it.

Everyone understands that things are irreversible.

"Internet addiction" affects more and more people, and all patients point to the company, which is the hottest game in the entire asylum history.

At first, it could be explained by "Internet addiction", but later on, the situation became more and more wrong. The technical department worked overtime and tried every means to detect it, but they could never find the problem.

As public opinion gradually spread, the company finally could not withstand the pressure. Even if it faced huge losses and even if the efforts of thousands of people in the entire department were wasted, it had no choice but to shut down the server.

In the silent atmosphere, the middle-aged man sat back in his seat dejectedly, sighed and said:

"Go ahead, there are still a few hours until the deadline, you have to hurry up."

As the most popular game in the entire Sanctuary, its currency, equipment, accounts, etc. are not worthless. A sudden closure will definitely cause big trouble.

It is necessary to back up and save data and deal with subsequent wrangling.

"……yes."

In silence, department leaders stood up one by one and left with heavy hearts. After a while, only middle-aged people were left in the entire office.

Sitting quietly in the chair, looking at the bright sun outside the window.

…

Five minutes later.

In the development center of the building, the engineers who had received the final order also returned to their workstations with a heavy heart and began to follow the plans they had already prepared.

Open the background and perform data migration and saving.

And an "email" that has been prepared will be sent to each player's mailbox through the system background.

That was due to maintenance due to technical issues and an announcement of the offline time in advance.

However, what no one knows is that when a huge number of online players in the game open their mailboxes and click on the "little red dot", they only see a blank space.

…

…

At the same time, in the new district, in the main city.

When Lin Tuo closed the blank email in confusion and looked at "Hathaway" who was following him again, he found that there was a momentary pause on the chubby face of this cute "consultant"

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"What's wrong?" Lin Tuo asked.
Chapter completed!