I Really Didn't Mean to Make Money

The slogans Chen Mo sent over were:

“Work is precious, but health is more so.”

“Effective work lies in balancing labor and rest.”

“......”

These slogans... kind of sounded like they were encouraging employees to slack off?

That couldn’t be it.

It was probably because Chen Mo was worried the staff might be overworked and wanted to remind them to take care of their health.

Chen Mo was still just as good to his employees as ever!

Thinking that, Shen Rou jotted down the slogans.

......

After sending the slogans to Shen Rou, Chen Mo smiled slightly. The slogans were already so obvious—surely the employees would understand what he meant.

Working hard for him all day long? Wouldn’t it be much happier to slack off a little?

Feeling good, he opened up Tianlong—he hadn’t played for days.

His hands were itching to swing that Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Seeing the sword in the game character’s hands, he couldn’t wait. He immediately sent his character out into the wild.

He hadn’t gone far when he saw someone farming wild mobs.

Without a second thought, he slashed down with one swing—sent the guy straight back to the respawn pool.

Then he moved on. Before long, two more players fell under his blade.

That feeling of instant kills—man, it was good.

No wonder that rich guy used to love hunting people out in the wild. So this was what it felt like.

Sigh.

In the end, he’d become the kind of person he used to hate.

Chen Mo sighed to himself and kept up the wild hunting spree.

He was lucky today.

Usually, he’d be lucky to run into one or two players after that long. But today, he’d already run into five.

Could it be that the last two updates had brought some old players back?

Those few people had pretty high levels—they were probably veterans.

Thinking that, Chen Mo suddenly felt a wave of tension.

Those old players wouldn’t really spend money, would they?

What if someone actually bought one or two sets of his 100,000-yuan gear? He’d be losing big-time!

No way—he had to check.

Chen Mo quickly picked up his phone and called Fang Chang.

“President Chen? You looking for me?”

Fang Chang’s voice came through as soon as the call connected.

Chen Mo didn’t bother with small talk and asked directly:

“That 100,000-per-set gear—anyone bought it recently?”

“President Chen, besides the three sets that sold when it first launched, there haven’t been any sales since.”

Fang Chang answered without hesitation. Since Tianlong’s player numbers had been on the rise recently, he’d been keeping a close eye on things and knew the current situation well.

He was just about to take the opportunity to report on Tianlong’s latest developments when—

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Hung up.

“What happened?” Wei Yan, sitting nearby, saw Fang Chang’s half-finished expression and asked.

“Oh, President Chen just called asking about whether anyone’s bought the 100k gear in Tianlong lately. I answered, and he hung up before I could say more.”

“I was gonna tell him about the player uptick too.”

Fang Chang gave a wry smile, debating whether to call back and report.

Wei Yan stepped in just then.

“No need to report little things like that. President Chen is managing two companies—he’s very busy. If someday the player count surges and the game starts turning a profit again, then we can report it.”

“Right now, there’s no point. Plus, he has an internal game account—he probably knows more than we do about what’s going on in-game.”

“He probably called today just to subtly remind us to keep an eye on Tianlong.”

Fang Chang thought that made a lot of sense.

No wonder Wei Yan had caught President Chen’s attention and jumped from salesman to office director.

He was really good at reading between the lines.

Of course the boss valued him.

Fang Chang told himself he needed to think more and better understand the meaning behind President Chen’s words going forward.

......

Back in the garment factory office—

Chen Mo hung up the call and finally felt relieved.

As long as no one had spent money, he was good.

Reassured, he dove back into the game for more carnage.

Not long after—

He spotted a familiar game ID farming wild mobs.

[Ganjiu Emperor]

Wasn’t that the rich guy’s sidekick? The one who had provoked him before?

And he still had the guts to farm out here? Not taking him seriously, huh?

Without thinking, Chen Mo charged his character over.

One-hit kill.

......

In his rental apartment, Jiang Jiu stared blankly at the grey death screen.

He was just focused on grinding mobs—how did he die all of a sudden?

He didn’t get it.

But the mob grind was important—he felt like loot was about to drop. So he quickly spent a diamond to revive on the spot.

Yet just as he revived and hadn’t even started attacking—

Boom. The screen turned grey again.

Dead.

But this time Jiang Jiu finally saw who the killer was.

Xue Luo.

Wasn’t that the game’s paid account guy?

He saw that [Xue Luo]was still standing over his corpse—not even trying to leave. Classic corpse camping.

Too much!

“Just wait—you can be arrogant for now, but once Bro Hao finishes assembling his gear, we’ll settle this score.”

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Jiu decided not to revive on the spot.

Since that place was being camped, he’d just go farm other mobs elsewhere.

Resolved, he told himself he’d sleep only three hours a night and help Bro Hao gather gear as fast as possible.

......

Back in the office, Seeing that his opponent didn’t revive, Chen Mo figured they’d returned to town.

Since he couldn’t keep camping the corpse, he thought for a second and exited the game.

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly someone knocked on the office door.

“Come in,” he called.

Tang Qiu pushed the door open and handed over a file.

“President Chen, here’s the legal education campaign plan I prepared. Please take a look.”

“Oh?” 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Chen Mo took the file, thinking to himself how his staff always seemed so efficient.

Just a few days, and the task he’d assigned was already done.

Couldn’t they just slack off a little? Save him the trouble?

With a helpless sigh, he opened the plan. After skimming a bit, he closed it and handed it back.

“Looks good. Go ahead and use this version.”

“Coordinate with the workshop supervisors to set up the schedule. Just remember—don’t let the legal education cut into employee break time.”

“O-okay...”

Tang Qiu stared at the plan in her hands, stunned.

It passed that easily?

Wasn’t he going to point out a few flaws and make her revise it?

Back at her old law firm, she’d written tons of these kinds of plans—and none of them had passed on the first try. Even the best ones always got feedback like “bad formatting” or “awkward phrasing.”

“Is there something else?”

Chen Mo asked curiously, seeing Tang Qiu still standing there.