Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

"Has the team leader of the second programmer team left work yet? I need to properly thank everyone."

Xiao Qian replied, "The group leader of Group One, Lao Zhang, and the group leader of Group Two, Lao Feng, haven't left work yet; they're still working overtime. Everyone wants to make the follow-up work even more perfect."

After saying that, Xiao Qian called out to the desk opposite, "Team Leader Feng, General Manager Chen is looking for you."

A moment later, Lao Feng excitedly took the phone: "Mr. Chen, hello! We are all very excited to hear that the game is selling so well."

Chen Dong first praised and affirmed the four programmers in Group Two, including their leader Lao Feng: "Lao Feng, your group deserves a lot of credit for the game's great sales this time."

"Thank you all for working overtime these past few days! Every line of code embodies your hard work. Without your efforts, we wouldn't have achieved what we have today."

Old Feng smiled and said, "President Chen, this is what we should do. We feel very accomplished to have created such a popular game."

"Seeing my work recognized by everyone makes all the hard work worthwhile."

Then Chen Dong instructed, "Old Feng, on Saturday, invite everyone to the hotel for a celebratory banquet to treat everyone well."

"Everyone can eat and play as much as they want, and the company will cover all the expenses."

Upon hearing this, Lao Feng excitedly replied, "Great, President Chen! Everyone must be extremely happy; they've all been looking forward to this day!"

"I'll go and inform everyone right away, making sure no one is left out."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Dong's face was full of smiles, and he skipped and hopped into the kitchen like a child.

Chu Mengran came out of the kitchen and asked with a smile, "Dongzi, did your company's cartridge game sell out its guaranteed number? You look so happy."

Chen Dong smiled and nodded, replying, "Yes, and not only that, we sold an extra five hundred tickets, making a small profit of a few thousand yuan."

"If we can sell more later, we can probably earn around 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in the end. That's a good sign."

Chu Mengran jumped up happily, wrapping her arms around Chen Dong's neck like a joyful little bird: "Dongzi, you're amazing! I knew you could do it!"

"From the moment you decided to make this game, I believed you would succeed."

Chen Dong was infected by her joy and said with a smile, "This is all thanks to everyone's hard work and your support."

"If it weren't for your constant encouragement, I probably wouldn't have been able to persevere."

Chu Mengran, however, had an irrepressible smile on her face.

Chen Dong released his grip, walked around to Chu Mengran, put his hands on his hips, and said smugly, "Let me tell you, the game is selling like hotcakes, we're going to make money!"

Chu Mengran replied with a smile, "I knew you could do it!"

As she spoke, she reached out and gently poked Chen Dong's chest. Chen Dong took the opportunity to grab her hand and gently pulled her into his arms.

"No, I'm so happy, I have to celebrate!"

As Chen Dong spoke, he took Chu Mengran's hand and started walking around the kitchen.

Chu Mengran was pulled along by him, laughing so hard she almost fell over: "Slow down, don't bump into anything!"

The two dodged and weaved in the cramped kitchen like two playful deer.

The pots and pans clattered and clanged nearby, seemingly cheering for their joy.

After spinning around a few times, Chu Mengran felt a little dizzy.

She broke free from Chen Dong's hand and ran to the living room, shouting as she ran, "I'm not playing with you anymore, you're too crazy!"

Chen Dong wasn't about to give up. He chased after him relentlessly, shouting, "Don't run! Wait till I catch you and see how I'll deal with you!"

Chu Mengran hid behind the sofa, poked her head out, and made a face: "You can't catch me!"

Chen Dong pretended to be angry, frowning as he said, "If you run away again, I'm going to get angry!"

Chu Mengran believed him and was about to peek out to comfort him when Chen Dong grabbed her arm.

"Haha, got you now!"

Chen Dong laughed triumphantly, picked up Chu Mengran, and placed her on the sofa.

Chu Mengran lay on the sofa, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down her face: "You're cheating! You're lying!"

Chen Dong sat down next to her and gently flicked her nose: "I call this outsmarting you. Who told you to be so easy to fool?"

After saying that, he gently kissed Chu Mengran's cheek.

A blush of happiness instantly spread across Chu Mengran's face.

She reached out and gently punched Chen Dong's shoulder: "You're so right!"

The two lay on the sofa, with Chu Mengran being held by Chen Dong.

Chen Dong gently kissed her cheek, and Chu Mengran's face was filled with a blush of happiness.

Then Chen Dong and Chu Mengran chatted back and forth, with Chen Dong telling interesting stories from the company and Chu Mengran sharing the little joys in her life.

Outside the window, the sun gradually set, and the afterglow shone through the window onto them, draping them in a golden veil.

As night slowly fell, the lights inside the house gradually came on.

The warm and sweet atmosphere grew stronger, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them, immersed in this beautiful moment.

The office was somewhat cluttered, filled with smoke and a pungent smell.

Mr. Wang sat at his desk, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his legs casually propped up on the table.

He casually fiddled with the lighter in one hand, while picking up the landline phone with the other.

His face carried a hint of languor, his eyes were half-closed, as if he were completely indifferent to everything in the world.

"Hey?"

Mr. Wang said casually, having just taken a puff of his cigarette.

Thick smoke slowly billowed from his mouth and nose, spreading through the air and making the entire room appear even more hazy.

An urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss Wang, it's me, Old Zhang from the locksmith shop at the street corner!"

"You have to send me some more goods! I'm so anxious!" Old Zhang's voice trembled, as if he were shivering in the cold wind.

Mr. Wang frowned, took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and the ash fell to the ground in a flurry.

He asked in confusion, "What? You want more stock? Didn't I already allocate twenty game cartridges for 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' to your locksmith shop?"

"That should be enough for you to sell for a month, right? These game cartridges aren't like other things, how could they sell so quickly? Are you deliberately lying to me, trying to stock up on more stock?"

A hint of doubt flickered in Mr. Wang's eyes; he simply couldn't believe the game could sell so well.

Old Zhang's voice was filled with anxiety, almost as if he were crying out, "Boss Wang, you have no idea how popular this game is!"

"It's only been a few days, and all twenty tickets are sold out! I get so many inquiries every day, and some people even come all the way from other neighborhoods to buy them!"

"The first thing they asked when they came in was if I had 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an, Part 1,' and I almost forgot about my locksmith business!"