Chapter 11: Into the wolf den

Just do it, and White quickly started his action.
First, he sorted out the flow of the entire game in his brain.
You can't just copy the domestic food stealing game, and add something new to it.
For example, increase the function of beauty bodyguard, but this is still to be considered.
Can't increase the cumbersome gameplay, this is a casual game in itself, too complicated, but the effect is just right.
It took White one night to roughly make a test version of stealing food. That night, there was still light rain outside. He sat on the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth and asked Iverson to help him test it.
When it rains, the potted plants are still placed inside, lush and full of greenery. White stood in this green area, spit out the last puff of smoke, and extinguished the smoke. At this time, Iverson happened to have finished the test, and White walked over.
"Let's go, don't always stare at the computer. Let's go down and eat something." White suggested.
"Hey? It's you who asked me to test." Iverson complained. Even so, he stood up with White and walked out of the balcony. When he got up, he closed the notebook on the table by the way.
"It's not that I pour cold water on you, White, I don't think this is really good. With this leisurely intention of stealing vegetables, it is better to chat with your beloved girl. I believe this is the idea of ​​most bloggers, including me." Talk while walking.
White took out a big windbreaker from the closet and put it on his body, then put the cigarette case into the bag. When I turned around, Iverson was already wearing the raincoat and standing at the door with shoes on. White walked over and put his hat on his head.
"How did you talk with that girl?" White asked.
Iverson was stunned, but didn't react for a while. When he understood, the corners of his mouth sank.
"What can I do. After talking for only three days, she thinks I am too clingy. Hey, White, in all fairness, am I clingy? I am that kind of person?" Iverson aired.
White was putting rain boots on his feet. Hearing Iverson's words, the corners of his mouth showed a sneer.
It seems that single dogs in any country are the same, so it's better to form a World Single Dog League next time.
"So, before talking about the value of the food stealing game, you must first find a girl who can chat with you to relieve boredom. I believe that most bloggers on the blog are the same as you." White left this sentence intact. Give it back to Iverson.
"..." Iverson choked, and unconvincedly pulled the raincoat button.
"Everyone has a window period." Iverson said.
"Obviously, there are more and more paper towels in the room, and I am comforting myself that it is a window period." White hit the nail on the head.
Iverson paused, his face turned red, muttered "You are not the same", put his hand in the bag, and went downstairs with White.
The road downstairs from the apartment was damp. Two young men in raincoats walked on the road, waiting to retract their heads into their collars. It was White and Iverson who were looking for food.
"Unexpectedly, it was so cold below." Iverson complained.
White answered "Yes", showing his green eyes, scanning the surrounding buildings, and finally chose a fast food restaurant to walk in. The two ordered a hamburger each and sat down by the window.
The temperature in the fast food restaurant is not very low because of the large number of people.
White took out the laptop, placed it on the table, and slowly swiped his fingers with a serious look.
auzw.com "A letter from Brooklyn," White said.
"Oh? What did he say?" Iverson became interested.
White's gaze swept slowly across the computer screen and said, "He wants me to reply quickly and asks if I have any thoughts. What do you think? Need to mention it again?"
White's sitting posture was not solemn, and he leaned casually, looking at Iverson.
Iverson thought: "I don't think it's necessary. Brooklyn is easy to talk, but it's not the kind of slaughter. Compared to our college students, he is a social man who is crawling and rolling in the society. Son, I’m afraid it’s us who will be difficult to do in the future."
"I think the same as you. It's just that I'm not very afraid of him." White said.
White did not think as deeply as Iverson thought. He just felt that the present is an opportunity. If you don’t grasp it, you will slip away. Now is a good time. Just facing a job at Google, there is another opportunity to make money. Once in a lifetime.
The letter gradually slipped. Brooklyn said in the letter that if it can start as soon as possible, he hopes to start writing immediately. White can also understand that the game software has sprung up in recent years, and the competition pressure in the game industry is not small, especially It is very important for a small company like him to get the opportunity to issue.
White's eyes were placed outside the glass window beside him. There were a few people walking sparsely on the street. The brown-haired girl's back was snow-white, and the suspender skirt was sparkling. His eyes suddenly became gloomy and he made up his mind.
White straightened the notebook with the joints of his fingers on the keyboard, and started typing quickly and flexibly. After a sentence was finished, when he hit the carriage return, his hand stopped.
"I agree with this deal."
What else do I need to say next? What else can I say? White pondered, pressed a back button, and pointed to send with a ringer.
When White noticed the shadow around him, the man had already spoken.
"This is your Coke." A clear and sweet female voice.
White raised her head, and a girl less than twenty was smiling at them. She was wearing a red professional suit vest and an orange overalls. Even so, she still couldn't hide her beautiful body.
Seeing the girl standing at their desk, White closed the notebook smoothly and at the same time sat upright involuntarily.
White cast his eyes to Iverson on the opposite side. He also looked inexplicable. He looked at Coke and White again. He stretched out his fist and coughed against his mouth.
White understood instantly, and tilted his head to face the girl, who was still smiling, as if she didn't know anything about them.
White had no choice but to say: "Sorry... we don't have any Coke. Did you send it wrong?"
"It's not a mistake. Our store has recently launched a promotion. You can get free Coke." The girl replied.
It turned out to be like this... White couldn't help but glance at the girl a few more times.
Unexpectedly, the promotion of this store is good, and the waiter's vision is also good.
In this case, you are welcome.
White thought to himself, staring at Iverson, took the Coke, and also took the straw next to it, and inserted it in—
It didn't even get in.
White coughed awkwardly and intervened intently, but the more he cared, the more hesitated.
Unexpectedly, just inserting a straw, it took a long time.