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Chapter 345 - 325 little one

Chapter 345: 325 little one

Every house bathed in the shining sun, as old talismans are replaced with new peach wood charms.

In the midst of several days of swirling snowfall, Lunar New Year arrived as scheduled.

Alone, Jiang Chen turned on the television and cooked a table full of dishes for himself.

This New Year was as solitary as ever, yet it seemed to surpass the usual festivities.

Since morning, messages from all corners of the world streamed in ceaselessly.

Hong Xiaoyu, aunts and uncles, Tie Jun, Fu Zili, Luo Peng, Bai Zheli, Li Shao, Liang Zhenlun, Shi Qianxi, Xu Siyi, the staff of Xiaoyao Studio, Luo Li’er... even including Pei Yunxi, all sent their New Year’s wishes via WeChat.

The television, as always for decades, showed the Spring Festival Gala. Jiang Chen had prepared two bottles of beer for himself, eating and drinking alone, contentedly.

"Pop pop pop..."

Downstairs, some family’s child was playing with firecrackers.

Although the use of large-scale fireworks had long been prohibited due to safety risks, the occasional few set off by individuals on such days were generally overlooked.

Taking advantage of the holiday season, the number of players online in the virtual love game soared daily, and the registered players had already surpassed five million. Led by Zhang Guangyi, the Xiaoyao Studio was committed to working even during the New Year celebration at home.

Since the game had just launched, it was too early to claim success. As the players poured in, complaints and suggestions also accumulated like snowflakes, but at least they had found steady footing for the first step.

This had indeed alleviated Jiang Chen’s pressing concerns.

Over twenty million in savings couldn’t last forever, and the popularity of the virtual love game meant he didn’t have to worry about going "bankrupt" in the short term.

These days, Jiang Chen was also paying attention to online reviews. To better understand the game’s shortcomings, he created a character in the game. Of course, without the privileges of the beta test, strutting around with "Pei Yunxi" was only in the past. Now, he experienced the game from the viewpoint of a regular player.

The Xiaoyao Studio had indeed invested a great deal of effort. To celebrate the New Year, the buildings within the game were imbued with festive colors, and even grand fireworks were set off in the sky above the city - a brilliant sight increasingly rare in the real world.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock at the door.

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks and got up to open the door.

"Quite a feast."

Fang Qing walked in, regally.

"Why aren’t you at home with Uncle Fang for the celebration, running over here for what?"

"Just finished the reunion dinner, they’re watching TV. It’s boring. Is it not okay to come sit with you?"

In fact, the Fang family had invited Jiang Chen to join them for the reunion dinner, but he had declined.

"My mom even asked me to bring you some dishes. It seems you can take care of yourself pretty well."

Jiang Chen closed the door.

"Have some more?"

"No need, but I don’t mind having a drink with you."

Fang Qing sat down at the table.

It was obvious.

Probably worried about Jiang Chen spending New Year’s Eve alone, too quiet and lonely, she came over on this night of reunion.

"You’re playing this game too?"

She noticed the mobile phone on Jiang Chen’s table.

"I heard it was developed by a group of college students, and they even managed to get Pei Yunxi as the spokesperson. Quite impressive."

"Yes, quite impressive."

Jiang Chen agreed, nodding his head as he came back and handed her a can of beer.

"Do you know which college’s students developed it?"

"How would I know that? I just heard that this game has been quite popular recently."

Fang Qing opened the can of beer and lifted it, "Shall we drink to that?"

Jiang Chen picked up his beer and clinked it with hers in a gesture.

"When are you leaving?"

Fang Qing asked after taking a sip.

"Around the fourth or fifth day of the lunar month. After paying a New Year’s visit to Uncle Fang and my aunt, I’ll head back to East Sea."

"That soon?"

"I am about to graduate, there’s a lot of stuff at the university. Aren’t you the same?"

"I’m not as rushed as you. I plan to leave after the seventh day of the New Year."

"It’s not that much of a difference."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Then, the next time we see each other, it’ll be a year later ah."

Fang Qing sighed.

"Look at what you’re saying. We’re about to graduate, then we’ll be free. If we want to meet, it’s simple, isn’t it? A flight is just an hour or two away."

"That’s easier said than done."

Fang Qing gave him a sideways glance, "You think working is easier than studying? You might be even busier, and plane tickets aren’t free. Flying back and forth from Capital City to East Sea would cost several thousand. That’s expensive."

"Then is it fine if I come to see you instead?"

"That could work."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but chuckle and took a sip of his beer.

Fang Qing, holding the can, gazed at his face which had matured from its once boyish look, "...Jiang Chen, have you received any job offers yet?"

"Not yet."

Jiang Chen spoke with ease, "I plan to start my own business."

"You’re going into entrepreneurship?"

Fang Qing was surprised.

"Yeah, this virtual love game is my entrepreneurial project."

"..."

Fang Qing was speechless, then shook her head with a mix of laughter and tears, "I’m being serious here!"

"I’m not joking with you either."

Fang Qing rolled her eyes in exasperation, not continuing the banter and said, "If you haven’t received any offers, perhaps you can come to Capital City. I’ve made quite a few connections at the university of political science and law, many of them locals of Capital City with lots of connections. Finding a good job for you shouldn’t be difficult. Plus, it’s the capital after all. In terms of career prospects, it’s not worse than East Sea."

Only then did Jiang Chen understand her kind intentions.

All the past fears and worries weren’t in vain, after all.