The Main Conference Room was filled to capacity.
The first and second copywriting teams, along with their respective team leaders, were all present.
The planning team and their leader were also there, making a total of over thirty people.
The supervisor sat nearby, drenched in sweat.
Seated at the head of the table was the company’s Director of Content Department, the head of this division.
He rarely involved himself with the work’s content and focused mainly on personnel matters.
He was the man rumored to have taken a bullet for the Chairman, a robust figure who looked more like a Bodyguard than a director.
He gave off an aura of someone who was quick to resort to violence.
With a sharp slap of his hand on the table, a loud bang echoed through the room.
Everyone jumped in shock.
“Copywriting teams, listen up.” His opening words were harsh and uncompromising.
When he saw someone raise her hand, he immediately called on her to stand.
“The problem lies with Team Two. Our Team One copywriters had nothing to do with this.”
The speaker was a woman who looked a bit older—probably in her thirties.
“What’s your position?” the Director of Content Department asked, eyes dark with pressure.
She felt the weight of his gaze and replied, “Team One Copywriting Leader.”
The Director waved his hand dismissively. “Sit down.”
Then, turning his glare toward the others, he growled, “Copywriting Team Two, listen up!”
Huang Yijun quickly signaled to the supervisor, who caught the cue and was about to act.
At that moment, the younger people in the Main Conference Room began raising their hands one after another.
The Director casually picked one, and the man stood quickly to speak.
“This is unfair, Director… this matter…”
The Director cut him off: “Kid, introduce yourself before you say anything.”
The young man hurriedly corrected himself, “Sorry, Director. I’m from Copywriting Team Two. Here’s the thing—we didn’t have enough time to finish the work. The schedule was too tight, so some copy had to be rushed. Naturally, there were mistakes.”
His answer was neat and tidy, carefully not implicating anyone else—just admitting the problem was with Team Two themselves.
The Director slammed the table once again: “Copywriting Team Two, listen up!”
Several more young people raised their hands and were called on to speak.
This time, it was their leader—the one who had conspired to get rid of Song Wuli.
“Director, here’s what happened. The work should’ve been handled by others, but since it was difficult, they abused their positions and forced these tasks onto us inexperienced young people…”
According to his version, the young newcomers were innocent victims, recently hired with no right to such heavy responsibilities.
The crucial 2.0 Main Story Quest was supposed to be written by senior employees with experience.
But since the veterans saw this as a difficult task, they deliberately dumped it on the young staff to make them quit—a classic case of Office Palace Intrigue and workplace bullying.
This implication was harsh, essentially suggesting the Oscar-Nominated Screenwriter who wrote the 2.0 story was incompetent, and anyone who tried to polish this mess deserved to die.
In other words, it blamed company decisions, accused the company of hiring the wrong people, and claimed the young workers were blameless.
The young leader even gave examples, saying the senior staff regularly met in secret, plotting against them—gathering during lunch breaks to form factions.
He accused the veterans of being the real clique and workplace bullies.
Such words marked the point of no return; the younger and older groups had now completely split.
The younger members stood to identify those responsible, nearly all from Team Two rose.
Only three remained seated, heads bowed, pretending not to see—Xiao Liu and his two companions.
Seeing this, the young leader sensed something was off but forced himself to continue the act.
The Director pondered silently as the room fell into a heavy silence.
Suddenly, a phone rang with a message notification.
The owner quickly silenced it and apologized to the Director.
The Director ignored the minor interruption and turned back to the young leader. “Name who is bullying you.”
The young man, sensing an opening, stood again and scanned the room.
His piercing gaze unsettled everyone as he pointed at Song Wuli, Qian Dehao, and Huang Yijun.
The Director looked at Song Wuli. “Explain yourself.”
Song Wuli stood upright and spoke clearly, “Director, I work over 80 hours a week.”
The Director nodded approvingly and gestured for him to sit.
The room buzzed with whispers of admiration.
The young man was unconvinced. “Director, that’s not it. They pushed their own work onto us. Those old-timers are excluding us young people.”
Song Wuli stood again and shouted, “I work over 80 hours every week!”
The young man snapped back, “Is that all you ever say?”
Song Wuli turned to him calmly and said again, “I work over 80 hours every week.”
The young man’s face flushed with anger and he was about to curse, but Song Wuli cut in quickly, “I work over 80 hours every week…”
The young man dared not continue arguing in circles and instead pointed at Huang Yijun.
“He’s the team leader who assigned us tasks he knew we couldn’t handle. He abused his authority and used underhanded tactics.”
Song Wuli sat down, and Huang Yijun stood up.
“Can we play the footage now?”
The Director nodded.
Huang Yijun stepped up and projected several surveillance videos.
These were recordings from days ago in the small conference room, showing the meeting where the new version 2.0 tasks were being assigned.
Present were Huang Yijun and all members of Team Two.
Since Huang was capable, he had won the important job of polishing the critical plot points from the supervisor.
The video showed the young newcomers, fresh to the company, eager to prove their worth by demanding these key tasks.
There were some small quarrels as Huang tried to assign the work to Song Wuli and Qian Dehao, calling them the “old hands” who wrote with discretion.
The younger group accused Huang of favoritism and abusing his power.
In the end, after Song Wuli conceded, the younger members took on the work themselves.
Watching the footage, the young people in the room grew visibly uncomfortable, surprised the recordings still existed.
Next, Huang Yijun handed the Director a list containing each employee’s submitted work, focusing on the new NPC section.
The submissions included nearly all the young people but conspicuously omitted Xiao Liu and his two companions, a clear tampering by Huang Yijun.
The Director couldn’t review every detail but got a general idea of who was responsible for the work.
But that wasn’t all.
The supervisor stood and spoke.
“There’s one more matter—the existence of factionalism and Office Palace Intrigue in the office, causing internal chaos and a hostile work environment.”
The supervisor produced a thick file, walked to the front, and used the projector to begin his presentation.
At this point, everyone realized this was no coincidence—everything was planned, with layers upon layers of schemes.
The Director could not have been unaware.
He had known all along and was just playing along with the supervisor and Huang Yijun for appearances—a mere formality.
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Song Wuli uses: OVERCLOCKED.
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IT WAS VERY EFFECTIVE