I Can Fix Her

Bai Weiran entered the company gate, and two figures approached Bai Weiran like ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, pouncing towards him like starving tigers attacking a lamb.

“Weiran!! Weiran!! How can I live without you?! How could you betray me after work!? Why are you hitting me? I’ve already told the reaper that my brother Weiran will die with me! If he doesn’t die, I won’t leave!”

Bai Weiran: … Thank you very much!

The person crying while hugging his left arm is Guo Guo. True to her name, she has a round apple face, wears thick-framed glasses, has two twisted braids, and her face is pale with a bluish tint under her eyes.

“Brother Weiran, help me! I can’t understand the requirements document given by Sister Luo Qi!!!” Hugging his right arm is Ah Chao, a petite and delicate boy who, due to looking too fair and tender, and liking to eat enoki mushrooms, has earned the nickname Enoki Mushroom.

Fortunately, except for the cleaning lady, no one else is around so early, or else it would have caused a commotion in the office.

But it also indirectly proves that – they are not here early; they didn’t leave since last night.

Weiran looks helpless.

“Don’t you guys let me put down my bag first?”

In the small meeting room, Guo Guo, who has more experience than Ah Chao, speaks first, pouring out her grievances to Weiran like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

Currently, Bai Weiran is involved in a research and development project.

And Guo Guo is the copywriting planner for this research and development project.

Although research and development sound flexible and free, it’s actually a big disaster.

Nothing is fixed, everything can be overturned, and everything can be changed.

What’s agreed upon today will be different tomorrow.

And this group of working-class individuals happened to have a selfish leader and a naive boss.

Their leader is Dong Zhengyuan.

In the early years when the Internet was in its wild growth, during the heyday of the big exploration period, as long as you caught the wind (meaning copied the right game), even a pig could soar into the sky covered in feces.

Their leader joined the gaming industry in the early stages of its market takeoff.

After experiencing layoffs at two companies and his own entrepreneurial failure, Dong Zhengyuan joined the newly established company, the “World Joy” company where Bai Weiran currently works.

The slogan of the World Joy company is – Make games that make the whole world happy.

World Joy Company took off.

Riding the wave of the times, the company became wealthy within four or five years.

This wealth didn’t have much to do with the abilities of the employees themselves.

As the industry progressed, more and more talented individuals joined, creating an evident gap in skills within the company.

The veteran employees found themselves in a panic as they realized their abilities were not as good as those of the new employees.

Dong Zhengyuan was one of those panicking.

On the surface, he was responsible for game data and managed two or three games developed by the company. However, Dong Zhengyuan’s data was all copied from benchmark products, degraded a bit to make it his own.

As long as the artistic design looked good, the benchmarked product was mature, and the game mechanics were copied, the project could make money in the domestic market. Dong Zhengyuan climbed to a leadership position thanks to these fortunate projects.

He became the producer of the current research and development project A-0021 where Bai Weiran is involved.

Since he was a leader, he didn’t need to do things himself. Dong Zhengyuan used his past experiences to guide his subordinates. If the project didn’t produce results or if the boss wasn’t satisfied during the demo, Dong Zhengyuan shifted all the blame onto his subordinates. In just two years in this project, all the functions had been replaced, and some roles had changed multiple times.

Bai Weiran wasn’t originally part of this project. He joined because his direct supervisor left.

The supervisor who brought him in, an old-timer with a single-digit employee number, had received a substantial stock bonus during the company’s takeoff. He was now enjoying life with no pressure, and working on R&D was just making him bored.

Realizing that the industry was becoming more challenging, and comparing his abilities with those of newly rising companies, he decided it wasn’t worth it. Why torture himself when he had tens of millions in his account and didn’t need to work?

He resigned easily, traveled the world, and didn’t have to clock in every day.

Bai Weiran was then transferred to Dong Zhengyuan’s project team.

Bai Weiran had heard about Dong Zhengyuan’s personality, but he was calm and laid-back, unchanging in the face of various challenges. When Bai Weiran was in a difficult situation before, his previous supervisor had recruited him, which was a big help. Bai Weiran remembered this favor and planned to stay at the company for some time to repay it.

After all, work is work wherever you go, and life is not just about work.

There are plenty of things to deal with in the R&D project, and the leader causes trouble every day.

Dong Zhengyuan couldn’t manage the data or system mechanisms, so he specifically troubled the art and copywriting teams.

Guo Guo is responsible for copywriting and is the first to suffer.

She stepped into a minefield without knowing Dong Zhengyuan’s personality beforehand. She only thought the supervisor seemed friendly during the interview, respected people, and the salary offered by the company was satisfactory, so she joined.

After joining, she realized things were not as they seemed.

Guo Guo worked on proposals every day, while Dong Zhengyuan, as the leader, opposed them every day. However, Dong Zhengyuan couldn’t clearly explain what he wanted.

“I hope you give me something I can’t think of, something that, when I see it, I go, ‘Ah! This will sell big!'”

“As for what it is, leave it to you to figure out.”

“Don’t worry, and don’t get discouraged. The reason I’ve been denying your ideas is because my aesthetic taste is quite high!”

Three sentences made an employee cough up three liters of blood.

Guo Guo tossed and turned, lost a handful of hair, and finally decided to tie her long hair into braids—according to her, although it might look retro and ugly, at least she wouldn’t pull it out, saving on the cost of hair transplant.

The salary for copywriters is not as high as that of programmers, making it challenging for Guo Guo to afford an expensive hair transplant.

The reason Guo Guo cried so much to Bai Weiran last week was that the proposal she had worked hard to finalize was already in communication with the original art team for progress. However, yesterday, for some unknown reason, Dong Zhengyuan suddenly had a creative burst and approached Guo Guo, saying that the beginning of the plot was not exciting enough.

In reality, they hadn’t even reached the main storyline; they were just establishing the world’s basic tone.

Dong Zhengyuan, with great excitement, suggested that the opening should have a train collision and a massive explosion, just like in Hollywood, with spectacular special effects.

Guo Guo was dumbfounded.

This is a magical world with a low-level mechanical civilization. Guo Guo argued, but Dong Zhengyuan insisted on this approach. With such requirements, the overall worldview had to be revamped, and the original art team had already been overworked due to Dong Zhengyuan’s constant revisions.

Even though everyone knew it was the leader’s problem, could you openly scold the leader?

Guo Guo ended up being the punching bag caught in the middle.

Guo Guo begged Bai Weiran to find a way to stop Dong Zhengyuan’s creative outbursts.

Bai Weiran sighed, took out a melon-flavored lollipop from his pocket, and handed it to her.

Ah Chao choked up as he talked about his situation. He was an intern, and as soon as he joined, he was assigned to work as an editor.

They claimed it was to make the workflow in the team smoother, but the actual meaning of the editor was unclear. The functions were unclear, and the person writing the requirements had very abstract demands. Every word was beautifully written in Chinese, but when strung together, it was unclear what was being expressed.

Ah Chao went to ask the planner who wrote the requirements, only to be told outright that it was his own problem if he couldn’t understand.

It was a case of experienced individuals bullying interns.

“I understand,” Bai Weiran rubbed his temples.

“Brother Weiran, why don’t I have candy?”

Bai Weiran: …

He took out an orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Ah Chao.

Thinking is a brain-consuming task, and Bai Weiran is accustomed to replenishing sugar. The whole office knows he always carries candy in his pocket. While Santa Claus distributes candy only during Christmas, Bai Weiran is the candy man on non-Christmas days.

Bai Weiran was about to open one for himself when his phone buzzed.

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