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

"We believe in your company's strength and we look forward to 'Warring States' becoming a best-selling game."

Yamamoto Ichiro said with a serious expression.

Chen Dong was secretly delighted, but he remained calm on the surface. He extended his hand to shake hands with Yamamoto Ichiro again and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for your company's trust. We will do our best to complete the development of 'Warring States' on time and with high quality."

Subsequently, both parties engaged in in-depth discussions regarding the details of the contract.

Chen Dong called in the company's legal and planning teams to participate in the discussion.

Legal personnel carefully reviewed the terms of the contract to ensure that the company's rights and interests were protected.

The planning team then exchanged initial ideas about the game design with Ichiro Yamamoto.

"Mr. Yamamoto, regarding the character design in the game, our initial idea is that each daimyo will have unique skills and personality traits. What do you think?" asked Xiao Wang, the planning manager.

Yamamoto Ichiro thought for a moment and said, "That's a good idea, but we need to make sure to highlight the representativeness of each daimyo. For example, Oda Nobunaga's domineering presence and Tokugawa Ieyasu's forbearance should be fully reflected in the game."

The meeting lasted for several hours, and the two sides reached a preliminary consensus on many issues.

Finally, Yamamoto Ichiro got up to say goodbye.

"Mr. Chen, today's discussion was very pleasant. I hope we can finalize the contract details as soon as possible and start the project."

Chen Dong escorted Yamamoto Ichiro to the door and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, please rest assured, we will finalize the contract as soon as possible and communicate with you again. We look forward to our cooperation."

Watching the Sega representative's departing figure, Chen Dong knew that a tough battle was about to begin.

He returned to his office and called a meeting with all employees.

"As everyone knows, Sega commissioned us to develop 'The Warring States' and complete it within three months."

This is a huge challenge, but also an excellent opportunity for our company's development.

In the coming days, we need to work overtime and cooperate to ensure that the task is completed on time and to a high standard.

"Does everyone have confidence?" Chen Dong shouted.

"Yes!" the employees responded in unison, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

After the meeting, Chen Dong and the planning team stayed in the conference room to further discuss the game's design.

The next three months will be a race against time, and the high compensation and rare opportunities will be a powerful driving force for 361°'s progress.

On the outskirts of Nanjiang County, a gentle breeze caresses the vast fields, carrying the rustic fragrance of the soil, and drifts leisurely toward the multi-breasted chicken farm managed by Chen Meiju.

In the chicken farm, rows of neat chicken coops are arranged in an orderly manner. In the past, this place was always filled with the cheerful clucking and lively pecking sounds of chickens. But now, a tense atmosphere that is hard to dispel is quietly shrouded in.

This chicken farm, which houses 1000 chickens, is the culmination of Chen Meiju's countless efforts and hard work. In her eyes, each chicken is like a child she has carefully nurtured, carrying her earnest expectations for the future.

As dawn broke and the morning light shone like a golden veil across the earth, Chen Meiju, as usual, hummed a light country tune and walked towards the chicken coop with energetic steps.

She wore a slightly faded but still clean blue cloth shirt, her hair was neatly tied back, and her face, weathered by time yet still exuding simplicity, was full of anticipation for the new day.

However, the moment she stepped into the chicken coop with anticipation as usual, the smile on her face seemed to be blown away by a sudden gust of cold wind, replaced by astonishment and deep worry.

The chickens that used to be so lively, chasing each other and chattering away over a handful of corn kernels, are now completely lifeless.

Many chickens drooped their heads, and their once glossy and smooth feathers had lost their luster, becoming messy and dull.

Several sickly chickens lay paralyzed in a corner, their bodies motionless, only occasionally twitching slightly, indicating that they still had a breath left.

"What's going on?" Chen Meiju murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly.

My heart suddenly raced, pounding wildly in my chest like a startled fawn, and an ominous premonition quickly enveloped my heart like a dark cloud.

Having worked in this chicken farm for many years, Chen Meiju knows the habits of chickens like the back of her hand. The unusual scene before her made her vaguely realize that perhaps a terrible chicken plague had quietly descended.

At that very moment, Chen Meiju felt a surge of intense panic wash over her like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her reason. Her mind went blank, and her hands and feet seemed to suddenly lose control and become unresponsive.

But the resilience she had developed through years of life's trials allowed her to quickly calm herself down and try to recall the knowledge she had learned when her nephew, Chen Dong, paid for her to attend training courses.

Chen Meiju slowly squatted down, her eyes fixed on a sick chicken, her brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, her eyes filled with anxiety and focus.

She reached out her rough, calloused hands, gently lifted the chicken's eyelids, and carefully examined its eyes. Then she carefully pried open the chicken's beak to check the inside of its mouth, and finally reached out to touch the chicken's crop.

After a thorough examination, my heart sank completely. All the signs clearly indicated that this was indeed the beginning of chicken plague.

"What should we do?" Chen Meiju was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in the chicken coop. Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead, glistening with anxiety in the morning light.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered the chicken farmer from her training session.

That master craftsman had spent most of his life in the chicken farming industry and was extremely experienced. He was known in the industry as a "know-it-all" and always seemed to have a way to solve any problem, no matter how difficult it was.

Chen Meiju knew that at this moment, only her master could lend her a hand and help her get through this difficult time.

So she hurriedly left the chicken coop and rushed back to her residence.

As soon as she entered the house, she began rummaging through the chests and cupboards, finding some pastries that she usually couldn't bear to eat and had carefully stored away. She also took down some cured pork that she had made herself from the rafters. The cured pork was reddish-brown and emitted an enticing aroma. She had prepared it to serve to distinguished guests on important holidays.

She carefully wrapped the pastries and cured meat in a clean floral cloth and hurried towards her master's house.

Along the way, Chen Meiju walked hurriedly, almost jogging.

She silently prayed that her master could help her solve this big problem, and kept muttering words to herself.