Please Call Me the Living Lei Feng

Those who had spent money on in-game skins frowned upon receiving refund notifications.

"What's going on? I bought a skin for the hero in 'King's Glory,' and now I'm getting a refund?"

"Same here! Mine got refunded too. Is this another app bug?"

"Speaking of which, why hasn’t Starlight Group fixed the game yet? It’s been so long."

A wave of drowsiness hit Lin Xuan, and he let out a yawn.

The past few days had been exhausting. Even after sleeping for a long time today, he still felt drained.

He needed to catch up on more rest.

Before leaving, Lin Xuan kindly reminded the employees of Starlight Group:

[Your game will never recover, so I helped you refund the players who spent money. This way, their complaints won’t damage your company’s reputation.]

[Also, your game app isn’t just crashing—it’s infected with a virus. One that you can’t remove. Don’t waste your effort.]

[Starlight Group won’t last much longer. I suggest you all start looking for new jobs.]

[You can call me the Living Lei Feng. No need to thank me.]

After sending these messages in bold red text against a black background, Lin Xuan vanished, leaving no trace behind.

The technical department staff stared at the screen in shock.

"So… our game app crashing—this guy was behind it?"

"It really might be him. I can’t imagine anyone else with that kind of skill."

Their company’s cybersecurity defenses had been designed by top international experts at a hefty cost.

Yet, this person had breached them in less than fifteen minutes.

Unbelievable.

If he could silently plant a virus in their game, it wouldn’t be surprising given his abilities.

"Who is he? Why does he keep targeting our company?" one technician muttered in confusion.

"I don’t know, but I have a feeling he’s connected to Skyveil Group."

"Skyveil Group?"

"Exactly. Skyveil has too many talented people, and their CEO has a grudge against our chairman. They’ve been encroaching on industries that overlap with Starlight Group’s. It’s obvious they want to bring us down."

Another technician added, "They’ve already ruined our entertainment division. Now they’re coming for our gaming sector. It’s not surprising."

The technical manager paled. "Enough chit-chat. Focus on fixing the 'King's Glory' app crash. Now."

"Yes, sir."

The technicians nodded and returned to their keyboards, though their enthusiasm had waned.

If the problem was unsolvable, why bother exhausting themselves?

The hacker was right—maybe it was time to start looking for new opportunities.

After notifying the gaming department manager, the two hurried to the chairman’s office.

On the way, they ran into Lin Qingwan.

"Why do you two look so panicked?" she asked, frowning.

"President Lin, there’s an issue with our game," the gaming manager replied hastily.

"What kind of issue?" Lin Qingwan pressed, her tension rising.

The manager hesitated. Given the urgency, he said, "President Lin, it’s better if you hear it together with the chairman."

Lin Qingwan’s expression darkened. Something was seriously wrong. She followed them to the chairman’s office.

A rapid knock echoed through the door.

Lin Chang, who had been playfully entangled with his secretary, scowled at the interruption.

"Chairman," the secretary cooed, "someone’s here to see you."

"Ignore them."

Lin Chang leaned in for another kiss, but the secretary playfully blocked his lips.

"Chairman, it might be urgent. We can continue later."

She was new to the job and knew how to keep a man hooked—never giving too much at once. She was playing the long game.

"You little minx," Lin Chang chuckled, tapping her nose before releasing her.

The secretary straightened her clothes and opened the door.

Lin Qingwan’s face turned icy at the sight of her.

Her father’s infidelity was no secret.

After catching him in bed with Wang Yajun, her mother had given up on maintaining appearances. Their marriage had deteriorated into constant fights.

Lin Chang had grown bolder, even bringing women home.

The once-harmonious household was now a battleground.

Lin Qingwan had long since moved into her own villa, unable to bear the chaos.

"President Lin, Manager Wang, Manager Li," the secretary greeted politely. "Please come in."

Lin Qingwan shot her a cold glare before stepping inside.

The secretary merely flipped her hair, indifferent. Money was her goal—others’ opinions meant nothing.

"What’s the matter?" Lin Chang had composed himself, sitting upright at his desk.

The gaming manager spoke nervously, "Chairman, our game app crashed around 2 PM today. It’s completely inaccessible."

"So fix it. Why bother me with this?" Lin Chang snapped.

Game crashes happened occasionally—just reboot and move on.

But the manager shook his head. "We can’t fix it."

Lin Chang’s eyes widened. "What? You can’t handle a simple app crash? What are you all doing?"

Lin Qingwan’s face paled.

Ever since the game’s launch, she’d had a bad feeling.

"King’s Glory" had made a huge splash—Lin Xuan would’ve noticed. And given his vengeful nature, retaliation was inevitable.

Yet, Skyveil Group had been eerily quiet.

She’d suspected they were plotting something big.

Now, her fears were confirmed.

This crash was undoubtedly Skyveil’s doing.

"Hurry up!" Lin Chang barked at the technical manager. "Get your team to fix the app immediately!"

"A crash means players will uninstall. And with 'King’s Glory' in its promotional phase, high download rates mean nothing if they can’t open the game!"

Not to mention the lost revenue from skin sales.

Every second the app stayed down was a massive blow.

Goodnight, goodnight.

Thank you to Qingwan—Xiao, Chun Busheng, Yikewen, Little Panda~ and other sweethearts for the gifts.

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