[To Be Collected: "Starting with an Immortal Cultivation University"] Jiang Qiubai, once the chief game planner, wakes to find himself the owner of a nearly bankrupt game company after an unexpected
“Beep—” With a soft sound, the door was carefully pushed open just a crack.
A pair of jet-black eyes peered through the gap, cautiously scanning the room.
This was a studio barely large enough to accommodate forty or fifty people; the space was modest, and a single glance revealed nearly everything at once.
Inside, the studio was sectioned into several small areas, each partitioned into individual workstations, every one equipped with a computer.
Jiang Qiubai took a cursory look—of the dozens of workstations, only a handful had their monitors lit.
Of these, more than half lingered on the system’s desktop, while the rest displayed various garish and colorful websites.
In short, not a single person was seriously working.
But then, it wasn’t hard to understand—after all, who would still be motivated to work in a studio rumored to be on the verge of bankruptcy, with several months of unpaid wages?
Why hadn’t these people left?
Having just tamed this new body, Jiang Qiubai searched his mind for relevant memories.
Then, with a trace of sympathy, he looked at the few employees left in the studio.
According to the memories, anyone with even a modicum of ability had already cut their losses and jumped ship months ago, leaving behind two months’ salary.
Only these few recent graduates, unable to find other work, clung to a last shred of hope, waiting for the boss to have a sudden change of heart and make good on his promise to settle their wages.
But then… Jiang Qiubai thought of the less-than-six-figure