Chapter 39 Part 3

"Boss, these are the reasons for the popularity of 'chicken dinner' games in recent years, as well as the view counts of related videos on various platforms, and the number of related searches and their popularity. There's a lot of data."

Before Guan Shen could finish, he saw Qin Chuan take out his phone, unlock the screen, find the 'Stimulating Battlefield' app, and log into the game.

The adrenaline-pumping background music immediately started playing.

He quickly saw the rank of Qin Chuan's game character: Immortal Star Diamond.

Thinking again of his own Indomitable Silver, Guan Shen shut his mouth.

"Boss, so you're the legendary master hiding in plain sight." He added, throwing in a "rainbow fart."

But Qin Chuan didn't buy it: "The real master is someone else. "

Guan Shen thought his boss was being modest and smiled: "Generally speaking, at your rank, your skills can't be that bad. You're much stronger than me."

Qin Chuan suddenly asked: "Are there many people in the company who play 'chicken dinner' games?"

Guan Shen: "A lot. I've seen people from the sales department playing before. We even have an internal 'chicken dinner' group chat."

Qin Chuan's heart stirred.

"Let me see that group."

Guan Shen said cautiously: "We only play occasionally after work hours."

Qin Chuan hummed in acknowledgement, took his phone, opened the group members list, and scrolled all the way down.

No Bo He.

"Quite a few people," Qin Chuan said.

Guan Shen gave a dry laugh.

Qin Chuan: "What do you think about the company holding an internal 'chicken dinner' competition?"

Guan Shen was stunned for a moment: "Is there a particular reason for it?"

Qin Chuan: "The last island team-building event was cut short by a typhoon plus an earthquake and didn't end successfully. That's still fresh in our minds, so people might have some psychological barriers about traveling far right now. Instead of that, why not just hold a mobile game competition?"

Understanding the unspoken meaning, Guan Shen also thought it was a good idea and naturally continued the line of thought.

"First, we don't have to go out. Second, for a mobile game competition, everyone has a phone, so it's convenient and fast. Third, it can also promote communication and relationships between colleagues. What's more, our company already has a 'chicken dinner' group, so the game has a grassroots following."

Qin Chuan nodded: "Regarding the sponsorship, go organize this information, and we'll have a small meeting tomorrow. If there are no issues, start working on it. As for the internal competition, for team grouping, people can find their own teammates. For those without teammates, we'll use drawing lots to decide. Two-person teams for duo queue. First, have them play with random matchmaking in the game to determine the final winners. Then, we'll have a four-person squad challenge. The final victory will be judged by survival time and kill count. The prizes can be generous, like cash prizes. I'll participate too."

Guan Shen smiled: "That would be great. Maybe you can even win the championship."

Qin Chuan: "I'll be an unofficial participant. I won't take any prizes even if I win. But put me on the list for drawing lots anyway."

Guan Shen asked tentatively: "Do you have a teammate you'd like to be with?"

Qin Chuan glanced at him.

"Guan Shen."

Guan Shen smiled: "You want to be with me? I thought you wanted to be with Bo He."

Qin Chuan: "Sometimes I think you're very suited for a certain profession, the ancient kind of court attendant—perceptive and experienced in reading expressions."

Guan Shen only felt a chill below his waist.

"You flatter me. This humble servant will take his leave."

News of the internal 'chicken dinner' competition quickly spread through all departments.

As the President's Office, 'at the foot of the Emperor', they were naturally the first to hear the news.

No matter how popular 'Stimulating Battlefield' was, not everyone played it or loved it. But with the incentive of generous prizes, many who had never touched the game immediately downloaded it on their phones and started contacting colleagues who knew how to play for lessons and team-ups.

Naturally, most of these people were the 'front waves' destined to be 'killed on the beach'.

During the lunch break, the President's Office was also uncharacteristically more relaxed.

The few people there, having returned from lunch, were either taking a nap or holding their phones and looking at them.

Tang Mi came back from outside.

"Did you guys sign up for the internal 'chicken dinner' competition?"

Xiao Fang shook her head: "I don't know how to play, so I'm not participating."

Tang Mi grinned and waved her hand: "I don't know how to play either, but isn't this team-building? It's a good opportunity to bond with colleagues."

After saying "bond," she mouthed "earn money together," and everyone laughed.

Although Li Xi had reminded Bo He to be wary of Tang Mi before she left, this cheerful, fun-loving Tang Mi, who usually put on no airs, could easily make people like her and lower their guard.

If one were to choose the most popular person in the President's Office, it would definitely not be Guan Shen, who usually came and went without a trace, as elusive as a divine dragon. Nor would it be the unsmiling Fang Ying, and certainly not the newcomers Shi Yu or Bo He. It would only be Tang Mi.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her smooth and slick personality that she was more competent as the secretary for external liaison affairs.

Shi Yu smiled: "I don't know how to play either. I'm learning on the fly. Secretary Guan is teaching me in exchange for treating him to a meal. I hope I don't drag him down."

Tang Mi turned to Bo He.

"Bo He, did you sign up too?"

Bo He nodded: "I chose the drawing lots method."

Just as she finished speaking, Guan Shen walked in carrying a small box.

"Bo He, you chose to draw lots, right? Come on, pick a slip of paper. Your teammate is inside."

There was a round opening on the top of the box, just big enough to fit a hand.

Bo He casually pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it, and saw two names written on it, neat and proper.

Qin Chuan.

She couldn't help but look up at Guan Shen.

Guan Shen also looked at her innocently.

Bo He said with a sincere expression: "My hand just slipped. Can I draw again?"

Guan Shen replied just as sincerely: "No regrets on the first move. I'm afraid that's not possible."