Ma Yiqun had been very happy lately.

He felt that he was finally accepted by Tenda, truly becoming part of the company.

Thinking about how his hard-earned job opportunity came after nearly two months of learning, Ma Yiqun particularly cherished it.

The storylines and copy for the new versions were all carefully completed by Ma Yiqun, including the rather casual text content originally written by Ma Yang for “Ghost General,” which Ma Yiqun had polished.

Of course, he wasn’t mindlessly showing off his literary skills, but was doing things appropriately according to the specific needs of the games.

For example, in “Ghost General,” as a game with a Three Kingdoms theme, there was actually quite a lot of content that could be written for hero introductions.

But if they were written as character biographies, it would completely contradict the characteristics of “Ghost General” as a game.

When working on this part, Ma Yiqun found that although the hero introductions in the original version were very crude in terms of text, they were extremely vivid in spirit, a perfect match with the original artwork!

Impressed, Ma Yiqun asked who the genius behind this work was.

Later, he learned that this veteran with the same surname Ma, who had started the business with Mr. Pei, had already risen through the ranks, transferred from the game department to a broader platform to display his talents. Ma Yiqun felt somewhat envious.

In the end, Ma Yiqun polished the text while preserving the original style, making the copy content even more excellent.

He also carefully revised the copy content in “Sea Fortress” and “Game Producer,” trying his best to make them perfect.

Ma Yiqun didn’t dare to be careless at all, after all, above the lead designer Lü Mingliang was the game design master Mr. Pei.

If the copy wasn’t well-written, others might not notice, but Mr. Pei would spot it. There was no room for taking chances.

Having just earned Mr. Pei’s trust, he didn’t want to squander it so quickly.

Now that all the work was finally completed, Ma Yiqun could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking about his two good friends, Huang Sibo’s Fei Huang Studio was flourishing and had gone to Shanghai to shoot a new film; Ye Zhizhou had now become the lead designer of his former employer, Shangyang Games, reviving two terminally ill games and rebuilding their reputations under Mr. Pei’s guidance. Ma Yiqun couldn’t help but feel emotional.

“In a sense, it’s not at all an exaggeration to call Mr. Pei the savior of Jingzhou’s gaming industry!”

Ma Yiqun increasingly admired him.

Casually browsing through online comments, these DLCs were generating buzz even before their release.

“Lonely Desert Highway” doesn’t need much explanation—a game that could compete for the most absurd game of the year has released an equally absurd DLC, adding ten new scenes at once. This alone created enough buzz, and gaming media were frantically reporting about it.

“Ghost General,” a conscientious game that hadn’t been updated in ages, suddenly received a version update, making players eagerly anticipate its release.

“Game Producer” received a slightly less enthusiastic response, but as a realistic and satirical work, many hardcore gamers had bought it for collection. With a new DLC featuring new art styles and voice acting, collectors would buy it in droves.

The most heated discussions were about “Sea Fortress.”

Currently, there was no concrete leak about what the new epic weapon actually was, but the news about the 500-unit limit had spread like wildfire.

Many players didn’t believe it, each for different reasons.

Some said, “For an 888 yuan item, limited or not, would monthly sales even exceed 500? Do they think everyone is rich and stupid? This is completely unnecessary.”

—These were players who couldn’t do math.

Others said, “Only limited to 500 units? This game company isn’t even trying to make money. These 500 units will sell out in minutes!”

But as this news had spread with great detail, a group of players did believe it. They didn’t care what the new content was; they just remained vigilant, waiting to buy the new epic weapon as soon as the update was released.

Seeing players’ enthusiastic discussions, Ma Yiqun couldn’t help but smile.

This was what accomplishment felt like!

Back when he was at Shangyang Games, when new versions came out, players were completely indifferent. The few responses they did get were mostly complaints.

Look at Tenda Games now.

Players were clamoring and begging for new versions. Even before the new version content was revealed, players had already prepared their money, eagerly waiting.

That was the difference!

Ma Yiqun could hardly wait to see what the scene would be like when the new version went live.

“Buzz… Buzz…”

The phone on the table vibrated, showing no caller ID, just a string of numbers.

Ma Yiqun glanced at it, recognized the familiar number, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed decline.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Three neatly dressed delivery men, each carrying a large insulated box, arrived at the company entrance.

“Huh? The delivery guys’ equipment has changed?” Ma Yiqun was surprised.

Yesterday, the delivery people were all in casual clothes, and their insulated boxes weren’t standardized.

But today, the appearance was vastly different!

All three delivery men wore identical yellow and blue uniforms, completely different from the cheap, poor-quality uniforms typically seen. Not only were the materials high-quality and the craftsmanship fine, but they also had a certain design aesthetic.

The three delivery men looked quite spirited, and with these uniforms and the newly customized, pristine insulated boxes, they actually looked quite professional.

Most importantly, four large characters were written on them: “Slackin’ Delivery”!

Others stood up to prepare for lunch and were also surprised to see the change in the delivery men’s appearance.

But that wasn’t all.

When everyone came to the pantry to eat, they saw the three delivery men open their new insulated boxes and take out white porcelain bowls one by one, each with a well-sealed lid.

For those who ordered dishes, everything was served in white porcelain bowls. Some people had ordered set meals or rice dishes, which came in glass containers divided into upper and lower sections with separate small compartments holding different dishes and rice. Under the light, they looked crystal clear, increasing everyone’s appetite.

Finally, the delivery men took out exquisite metal chopsticks and spoons, each packaged in clean small paper bags, ready for immediate use.

Everyone claimed their orders, and those who had ordered dishes together began opening their lids.

“Have our food standards been completely upgraded?”

“I don’t think so. It seems to be the same dishes, just with different tableware!”

“Really? Did they not change the chef? Why do I feel like the presentation has improved so much?”

Ma Yiqun also received his set meal. The food container was divided into upper and lower layers, with a balance of meat and vegetables. It didn’t look like the typical restaurant food with excessive oil and salt—just simple home-style dishes. But housed in the glass container and illuminated by the light, it looked extremely delicious.

The three delivery men finished distributing all the meals and packed up their things: “Please enjoy your meal. When you’re done, just pack the tableware in the bags and set them aside. Someone will come by in the afternoon to collect them.”

“They’re collecting them back?”

“Of course,x they need to be collected—this tableware is very expensive.”

“That makes sense. Thank you for your hard work, you three!”

“Our company’s benefits are truly excellent…”

Soon, the aroma of food filled the pantry.

Ma Yiqun ate his set meal, feeling it was the most delicious meal he’d ever had.

Compared to outside restaurants, the food from Slackin’ Internet Café used less oil and salt, and all ingredients were very fresh—this was indisputable.

Though less seasoning meant the flavor might be slightly less intense, it was healthier.

Previously, meals had been delivered in regular food containers, which was fine but had a certain cheapness to them, reminiscent of those roadside stalls costing just over ten yuan, with disposable wooden chopsticks and thin plastic containers, lacking any sense of ceremony.

“I was planning to cook at home and bring my lunch, but why bother? No matter how I cook, it wouldn’t taste better than this.”

“Nutritious, healthy, reassuring to eat, and it’s all home-style food that won’t get tiresome even after eating it for a long time. Being Mr. Pei’s employee is truly blissful! Others definitely can’t enjoy this kind of treatment!”

“How much do you think a set meal like this would cost outsiders?”

“I think at least twenty yuan.”

“Twenty yuan? Don’t forget, this tableware needs to be collected! Compared to other takeout, this is twice the labor cost. I think it should cost thirty.”

“Thirty is a bit expensive, probably not many people could afford it long-term…”

“What are you all talking about? This is an internal benefit. You think Mr. Pei is running a charity, selling something this good to ordinary people?”

“It says ‘Slackin’ Delivery,’ doesn’t it? They’re planning to create a new delivery brand!”

Lin Wan also held her set meal, eating with great enjoyment.

Accustomed to all kinds of gourmet food, I occasionally tasted these exquisite home-style dishes offered a different kind of flavor.

As she ate, she felt somewhat moved.

In the half-year since coming to Tenda, she seemed to be constantly touched by the warm scenes here.

Mr. Pei was truly too good to his employees! How could such a good boss not be treated gently by this world?

Lin Wan finally made up her mind, silently bringing up a phone number, deciding to do something within her power.