Crazy Smartphone – Part Two

This master player, known as (True) Ghost Hand Merciless, rapidly leveled up through this method. Before this, who could have imagined that someone would be so perversely skilled, so terrifyingly precise, always managing to complete unique reward tasks issued by the system within the first moment they were announced, earning the special prestige rewards exclusive to the first place? Apologies for the long sentence, but in everyone’s eyes, this ID, (True) Ghost Hand Merciless, was such an ostentatiously bizarre and incredibly dominant figure. Even when an old woman could climb walls, you’d have to admit his prowess! Despite the GM’s attempts to quell the anger of many players by repeatedly banning this ID on suspicions of using illegal means to manipulate game data, the elusive master, known for his flamboyant and unparalleled dominance, simply ignored the GM’s ban attempts. Ban the account, ban the IP, so what? He logged in daily as usual, rocketing from a novice to the supreme level, moving through the game like a ghost, untouchable by any GM’s tactics. Even when GMs, in their frustration, completely blocked this ID as a sensitive word from the system, this master still came and went as he pleased, unaffected. Eventually, the GMs, fearing they had encountered a super hacker with god-like abilities who could retaliate if pushed too far, had to backtrack and issue a public statement on the official forum, declaring that player (True) Ghost Hand Merciless was not cheating and urging players to continue enjoying the game. However, the numerous real-money players who had been dominating the game were far from pleased, and the announcement was like dropping water into hot oil, igniting a fury among the players. Some players, not caring about the cost, even went directly to the headquarters of Marumi Corporation with sacks of cash, demanding that their account be charged, regardless of the amount, to secure the top spot on the server’s strength leaderboard! This crazy RMB warrior had an astonishing influence; he wasn’t just rich, but his identity, though seemingly ordinary, carried immense power. It wasn’t until the slow-to-react GMs couldn’t provide an answer that this man got truly upset, and only then did these foolish men and women realize the meaning of true dominance, the meaning of having connections in high places. When this man arrived, he drove an unremarkable old BMW, which looked rather shabby compared to the luxury cars lining the company’s parking lot. His attire was casual too, an old T-shirt from a street market, a pair of shorts, his belly protruding like a fish’s, and his slippers deformed from wear. He didn’t look impressive at all! He walked into the building with two large bags, only to be stopped by a security guard who mistook him for a ragpicker. Without a word, he reached into his bag, pulled out two stacks of cash, and threw them at the guard, stunning him. “Move, or I’ll bury you under money!” he said to the guard. He stormed into the building without further ado, seemingly familiar with the place, heading straight to the critical tech center without needing guidance. Security, realizing their mistake, urgently called for reinforcements to intercept him. No one had ever been so brazen in Marumi Corporation. The guards were tough, but this man was tougher; whenever someone tried to stop him, he would throw a wad of cash at their face, overwhelming them. The staff inside had never seen such a spectacle; anyone who tried to block him got hit with money, causing chaos. Don’t think being hit with bundles of cash doesn’t hurt. This man was skilled at throwing money, hitting faces with every throw, a skill honed through countless battles. Those hit were left dazed, seeing stars. Logically, the security should have swarmed him for this blatant assault, but this man had another trick up his sleeve; once he threw the money, he didn’t take it back, implying that the money was now a gift to those he hit. With this powerful financial onslaught, he made it through the heavily guarded tech area and took over the vital department of Marumi Corporation. Sun Chen was summoned to deal with this guest. Sun Chen, already troubled by Ghost Hand Merciless, was in a bad mood due to his hormonal imbalance. Upon hearing that this notorious player had stormed the company, he was naturally displeased. Meeting the man, hearing his loud demands to spend a million to boost his ID “Qian Duoduo” to the top, Sun Chen couldn’t hold back his anger and started yelling and slamming the table. Sun Chen soon faced the consequences of his outburst. Seeing his million-dollar goal unattainable, the man upped the ante, the price soaring to ten million, but the result was still the same – mockery from the GM. He finally turned cold. Sun Chen, thinking the man had lost his mind, stormed out. Little did he know, the man made a call from the room, and within an hour, a major event shook the entire company. All high-level executives, from senior vice presidents to various department heads, excluding the CEO who was abroad, returned to the company as if it were the end-of-year meeting, regardless of where they were. Under the shocked gaze of all employees, these usually haughty bigwigs entered the small conference room where the man was confined, looking like frightened little mice. The door closed, and there was silence, as if the room was cut off from the world. Just when everyone was wondering how these bulky executives could fit into the small room, fifteen minutes later, they all emerged, bowing and scraping, escorting the man out like a king. Such a scene had never been witnessed before. Affected by the oppressive atmosphere, all the employees in the building were as silent as cicadas in late autumn, dealing with this mysterious figure with utmost caution. No one dared to underestimate him as a nouveau riche who had too much money to handle. Gone were the days when someone would fantasively think about intercepting him as he left the building, even at the cost of getting their face slapped, just to get hit by his wad of money. Before this, after several people had been blissfully knocked out by his cash, some clever women, relying on their charm, had been scheming to somehow extract a few wads of red notes from this fool’s sack of money. During the time the fool was isolated and monitored in the small conference room, several who had previously been “blessed” by the red note bombs had meticulously checked the bills with a money counter, confirming that each wad was indeed genuine. With such a precedent, who could focus on work? Who would bear a grudge against money, right? However, now, as the company’s top executives emerged from the small conference room looking like defeated dogs, almost crawling behind this man, after the initial shock, there was only endless panic and fear, especially when even the bosses who paid their salaries were cowed. The situation was dire. Immediately, wads of red notes magically reappeared on the fool’s necessary path. With just a glance, the fool had already unleashed his tactic eleven times, yet he hadn’t expected that the money he was ready to return would mysteriously increase by almost three wads. Who knows if these extra wads were due to his vigorous nature, causing his money to multiply? Vaguely, one could see the financial manager, an older woman, hiding in a corner, beating her chest and stomping her feet, her eyes blazing with anger at those extra three wads, wanting to retrieve them but not daring to. Perhaps in her panic, she had miscounted. Who had asked her to be so enthusiastic, collecting all those hidden weapons, claiming she wanted to confiscate them for the company’s benefit or something? The exact reason whether she miscounted or forgot to stash some in her own drawer, who knows? At that moment, everyone was in a state of panic, each more anxious than the last.