Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 706 - 227: New Year’s Event Preview_2

They discussed the relevant content on the forum; as long as the computer's computational power is strong enough, everything in reality can be simulated. Even if this game looks identical to reality, it's still possible that it's all fake.

No matter how some players want to believe this world truly exists, they can't get past one thing.

How did they construct those special buildings?

Including offices, dormitories, water plants, and the like, players building them can't even be called shantytowns; they're more like a place where vagrants gather. But as soon as they're completed, those buildings become works that even professional construction teams might not be able to pull off, like something out of survival games where hammers and wrenches solve everything, along with an unrealistically fast learning speed. With this learning ability, they'd find getting into Tsinghua University So easy.

Not to mention, their boss always magically pulls out a bunch of stuff, even a coffin-sized transformation chamber, which immediately changes the terrain. Purely a fourth-dimensional pocket.

You tell me this is a real world?

Don't joke with me, brother. If this were real, I'd eat my gun on the spot.

It sounds more credible to say that aliens are using computers directly connected to human brains, simulating a future world.

So considering where this game came from isn't something players need to concern themselves with. They just need to think about how to fully enjoy this gaming world.

And the competition had started even before the game commenced.

Minutes after the event advertisement was released to the players, people immediately began discussing strategies for the event, as the event required applying for funding from above, and if the proposals were too similar, they'd likely be rejected.

A group of players donned cockroach costume cloaks, just snatched their homeland back from the Light Energy Race, and huddled in a corner like real cockroaches to have a meeting.

Truth Department: "Divers, speaking of the event... what are we doing for the event? Give us some ideas."

Publicity Department: "How about a chicken dinner contest? Everyone gets a gun, let's see who survives until the end."

Truth Department: "Get lost, can you stop proposing terrible ideas? Would killing an NPC count for you or me?"

An Hell Diver covered in RPG ghost fire popped out.

"How about racing? Our brothers in Guangxi love racing at night; it's pretty exciting."

Truth Department shook its head: "Your idea is good, but forget it. This is Night City; every road has racing contests at night. It's not surprising, and won't attract votes."

Dozens of cockroaches bickered and brainstormed, suggesting ideas like fire ring diving, unicycle riding, street parades, even lion dance tournaments or dragon boat races in Taiping Continent. It left the Truth Department shaking its head, thinking this wasn't a Super Earth paratrooper squad but more like a circus, with everyone having a red nose.

Finally, a Super Balloon Democratic Officer in a democracy outfit stepped forward.

"It's basically New Year's, so how about fireworks?"

A good buddy held a garlic starch sausage.

"Fireworks... it seems Night City doesn't sell fireworks, and I think they're banned here."

Indeed, Night City doesn't ban guns; gangs even have rocket launchers, but fireworks are prohibited and can only be replaced by full projection performances.

But the Truth Department said.

"This is a good idea; fireworks aren't a problem. We can cooperate with Jianxue; big events like this can't be organized by just one company. It's okay if we can't set them off in the city; we can do it at Stone Ridge Mountain and Big Sur. As long as the fireworks are big enough, people in the city can see them." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Publicity Department frowned: "Then won't we miss out on votes from city folks?"

Truth Department shrugged helplessly.

"There's nothing we can do unless you have a better solution."

Although the combined population of Big Sur and Stone Ridge Mountain doesn't exceed ten thousand, they are all NPCs from Horizon Corporation and Player Corporation, and the turnout rate is far higher than city pedestrians, making them premium vote banks for players. Where in the city will you find people to vote for you?

"Isn't there still Taiping Continent?"

A good buddy said while chewing with puffed cheeks.

"NCPD can't control Taiping Continent, and we can easily set them off there. They wouldn't dare come and mess with us."

The Truth Department immediately realized.

"Right, there's still Taiping Continent. As long as they can set them off there, we can certainly grab some city votes too. My bro's idea is reliable."

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"New Year's event... What's that?"

Arthur Clarke seemed baffled, unable to understand why these mechanic apprentices suddenly started discussing some New Year's event and asked for his help.

"It's New Year, happy new year!"

Watching Steamed Bun and the others' gesturing performance, Arthur barely grasped what they were talking about. Since birth, he had never celebrated New Year's; the company didn't require such holiday slogans, and wasn't New Year long over?

In Steamed Bun's account, Arthur Clarke caught an exceptionally crucial piece of information.

"Everyone gets 14 days paid leave!?"

Arthur Clarke's voice noticeably rose; the mechanics in the studio all turned to look at him, their eyes filled with bewilderment, as if they were hearing some alien language.

They simply couldn't believe it; such an extended leave was impossible for any company, let alone paid. Even if you added all unpaid leave from the entire year, it's unlikely to be this long.

"Wait a minute."

Arthur stopped the excited players and contacted Lin Miao separately, attempting to verify this information.