The Game of Global Mining

After making the arrangements, Chun felt somewhat relaxed as he returned to the camp and said to Fan, "Dad has called in the troops. Though I couldn’t get ten thousand, a few hundred will be here by lunchtime, so go tell them."

Fan trembled all over, but was still disappointed, "Only a few hundred?"

Chun grumbled, "Are you kidding? Ten thousand is for flattening Jiangdong. Just a few hundred in the suburbs is enough to block everything!"

Fan was finally excited, "Great, I’ll go tell them right away!"

Xiaoqin was shocked, "Did you really call them?"

Chun gave an awkward smile, "Just consider it a holiday marketing event. Everyone can have some fun."

Xihan’s dad, who was playing with a tablet nearby, genuinely showed respect, "Mr. Ding, you’re really remarkable. Even with just a small startup like our half-year-old company competing amid larger delivery giants, it’s evidently not ordinary!"

Holy Shit, did I just run into an insider?

Chun felt his scalp tingle, quickly changing the subject, "What topics do you usually like to follow, Xihan’s dad?"

Xihan’s dad smiled, "I used to follow financial markets, but now they’re all lackluster. Nowadays, I focus on mining games."

Mining? That’s something to talk about, as long as it’s not about food delivery.

Chun asked, "Do these games make a lot of money?"

Xihan’s dad laughed, "Not a lot, but it can steadily make small amounts, better than the stock market. It’s just that mining machines are hard to come by. They’re harder to get than limited-edition sports cars. Our family ordered two last year, and they’ll arrive by the New Year. After that, I can mine at home while I’m idle, which is quite fun."

Chun continued seeking a topic, "How complicated could a gaming machine be that it requires that long to reserve?"

Xihan’s dad laughed, "It’s mainly because it hasn’t penetrated the Chinese market. If it weren’t for the high unemployment rate and high demand from several major gaming guilds in China, it might be even more delayed."

Chun was surprised, "Are gaming guilds that powerful?"

Xihan’s dad laughed, "Don’t underestimate the current me. Ten years ago, during my university days, I was a registered player of the Royal Family, a major guild. Royal Family had 200 thousand registered members and one million unofficial members. When the Royal Family leader issued an order, a million players across the network would respond swiftly. Isn’t that as effective as an official decree?"

Holy Shit! That’s the influence of Ma Yinglong, Brother Long!

Xihan’s dad, being a real player, couldn’t stop once he started talking, "Although we had some initial setbacks due to tight spots in China’s district, the Royal Family eventually fostered a super expert who became world number one. So, those following in our footsteps could avoid making detours..."

Chun’s heart trembled, what world number one?

Could it be that I achieved the Divine Format in the Divine Domain and ascended to Sage, directly bursting the Ten Lords’ world number one? Holy Shit, Holy Shit...

Chun forcefully suppressed his inner shock, but this was world number one, after all, and couldn’t be completely subdued, Holy Shit!

Xihan’s dad noticed Chun’s unusual expression and smiled, "Mr. Ding, you could also reserve machine slots. Perhaps in less than two months, several factories here might reach an agreement with the game developers to produce slots, so the wait wouldn’t be that long anymore..."

Chun replied with a smile, "I’m very interested!"

Xihan’s dad smiled, "By that time, as an old registered member of the Royal Family, I could even recommend new members..."

Ah, so this is the social connection from a classmate’s parent! If I hadn’t made progress first, this Xihan’s dad would truly be the peak I’d have to climb...

As time proceeded, one listened intently while the other spoke earnestly, and before they knew it, it was nearly noon.

At that moment, a loud honking sound of a motorbike convoy came from afar.

Chun hastily got up to see a motorbike dragon stretching as far as the eye could see! The color of their uniform vests matched the one he wore.

Chun laughed, "They’re here!"

Fan was elated beyond measure, "Xihan! Zihan!! Zhihuan!! All of you look, my dad’s troops have arrived!"

A chorus of children’s exclamations erupted, "Wow, so many people, so many bikes!"

Fan was smug, "My dad said ten thousand could flatten Jiangdong, and a few hundred is already packed tight. So only a few hundred came!"

Chun was genuinely worried it would get too congested. With so many bikes, it was impossible to gather, completely impractical, and how would they turn around? It would be a mess, wouldn’t it be a ’failed marketing’ move too far-out?

The motorbikes at the front already arrived. As the employer, Chun naturally had to make an appearance. He stood on his motorbike waving, "Brothers, thank you for your hard work!"

The riders laughed and shouted, "Greetings, General Ding!"

However, the bikes at the front didn’t stop but drove right past, with those behind following suit, chanting, "Greetings, General Ding!"

Chun finally understood that they couldn’t stop but could only drive through, find a spot ahead to turn around, and come back. Someone must have coordinated it; was it Zhou Qing who arranged this with their company? Or could it be that Zhou Qing’s family owns the company? Earlier, Xihan’s dad mentioned this company has been around for half a year, coinciding with the peak of layoffs during that period...

Chun lost count of how many bikes passed by. Eventually, he saw the dragon turn around, once again chanting as they came back, "Greetings, General Ding!"

Chun thought he should change up his greeting, "Drive safely!"

Finally, this round trip ordeal took nearly half an hour and Chun was finally able to send off the last motorbike.

As Chun jumped down from his motorbike, his legs numb, he suddenly realized the parents were still holding their phones up and recording, even Xiaoqin was filming!

Zhihuan’s mom laughed, "Xiaofan’s dad, should we post this to the class parent group for everyone to see General Ding’s impressive presence?"

Fan couldn’t contain his excitement, "Yeah, definitely, let the teacher see too! We must show it to Fat Tiger, scare the crap out of him, see if he dares mess with me! From now on, I’ll protect Xihan, Zihan, Zhihuan, anyone, no one can bully us!"

Chun turned green-faced from fear, if this spreads, it’ll create a marketing crisis, then the lunch company will spread false rumors, and me, the fake supervisor, will get exposed and become a laughing stock, can Fan still hold his head high—

Xiaoqin smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll post first, saying Xiaofan’s dad took a reemployment as a bike-riding general, commanding a thousand iron knights..."

Holy Shit, Xiaoqin, what’s that supposed to mean?

Could it be—

This lunch company might actually be run by her uncle? Meaning the uncle really plans to give me a supervisor position?

In a sudden flash, Chun felt like he was orchestrated by fate again? If that’s actually the case, it wouldn’t be too bad, gaining an extra identity. But doesn’t that count as being dependent? Of course not, I’ve fought my way solo in the game world to success...

The moms laughed, "Come on, let’s have some BBQ!"

The dads also raised their beers, "Come on, come on, Xiaofan’s dad is truly impressive, cheers to you!"

Chun really wanted to have a good drink but feared that once he drank he’d start asking questions, so he decided to stop while things were still good, "I have to ride, just one sip!"

Then he glanced at Xiaoqin, "We leave after we eat!"

Xiaoqin sighed, "Alright, business comes first, drink less, eat more..."