Chapter 97
Praise
Jacob? That name sounds familiar.
Upon hearing the last three words, the memory of "Hafk's" death began to assault Han Che's brain.
Jacob Hafk, isn't he the head of the company?
The president and CEO of the Hafk Group called me late at night just to tell me that he had been too ruthless before.
"Uh, Mr. Jacob," something seems wrong. Jacob is his first name, not his last name. Should I call him Mr. Ha? Never mind.
"Based on how the prison opened this morning, people in the player world are no longer willing to come to Tidal Prison."
The voice on the other end of the phone clearly didn't care whether Han Che addressed him correctly or not, "I know, because Tide Prison has been performing quite well recently, I've been closely monitoring their movements."
"It's alright, I've already arranged for others to handle it. The next time the Tidal Prison opens, some players will definitely enter the prison."
"Let them loot their so-called 'big stuff,' then let them successfully evacuate. I believe the player operators will soon regain their enthusiasm for the prison."
"Then what do we do? Just wait to be killed by them?" Han Che still couldn't understand.
"No, preserve your fighting strength. Remember, when you encounter players with poor equipment, slow movements, and dull eyes, just let them eat you."
"Let the prison guards fire a few shots to scare them off. They won't go on a killing spree on the map. Just don't kill them. Let them out, make Tide Prison look bad, and improve its reputation."
"Those player operators who are clearly well-equipped, tactically adept, and armed to the teeth—kill them without mercy!"
"They don't bring any positive benefits to the prison. They'll say it's because of their superior skills, and they'll kill people without a care in the world."
Han Che broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. So that's how it is.
"Oh, okay, I understand."
"Hmm," a satisfied voice came from the other end of the phone, "Yes, Geheros, there's one more thing."
"Uh, please go ahead." After listening to the leader's instructions several times, Han Che no longer had the same hostility as before.
After all, he wasn't really sending his men to their deaths. In fact, it was like reducing their workload in a roundabout way, and he even paid them. What a great leader!
"Comrade Geheros, it's good that you're hardworking and ambitious, but sometimes you can't go too far."
"?" The big boss is indeed a big boss; every word he says is so incomprehensible. Han Che didn't dare to say a word and quietly waited for Jacob to continue.
"As the warden of Tide Prison, what players call the map boss, it's not good for you to come out and fight every single time."
"!" Han Che was startled again. Damn, the boss was right.
He hadn't noticed before. Based on his experience in the game in his previous life, a map boss spawning in two or three out of ten games was already considered a very good spawn rate.
Since the opening of the Tide Prison, Han Che has led his personal guards to wander all over the map during these numerous operations.
This is indeed putting a lot of pressure on the player operators.
At that time, Han Che wasn't thinking about sustainable development; he just wanted to kill them all without considering anything else.
Actually, if we look at it from another perspective, resurrection requires spending prison balance and personal balance. If you don't have enough money to resurrect, you can just hide and avoid being killed.
At that time, Han Che was so stubborn that he only wanted to kill everyone as soon as possible, which was a path he had never imagined.
"As the warden, you should have a higher level of prestige. Don't be like an ordinary prison guard, constantly refreshing your appearance. Just come out less often and occasionally give the players a surprise," Jacob said earnestly on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, sir, I understand."
"Hmm, very good. Your Tidal Prison region, although it is a newly opened area by my Hafk Group, has the best combat record among all the regions so far."
"I heard you often visit the player world?" Jacob suddenly asked, changing the subject.
Han Che was caught off guard and didn't know how to answer.
Previously, he had focused on understanding the common sense and rules of the player world to help him cope and fight.
However, they forgot to consult with the system about the rules and structure within the Hafk Group.
This is a case of knowing the enemy but not oneself.
Helpless, Han Che could only answer truthfully, "Yes, leader, I wanted to understand the rules and situation of the player world in order to deal with possible combat situations. I don't know if the group allows unauthorized departures..."
"Very good!" Jacob suddenly raised his voice to interrupt, and Han Che could even hear the sound of the other side slamming the table through the phone.
"We need comrades like you, Gerroth, who plan ahead! The group strongly supports and even hopes that you will communicate more with the players."
Keep it up, and keep striving!
"Uh...yes, boss!" Han Che just wanted to experience the city life he had lived in his previous life in the player world.
I didn't know what I had to say that was praiseworthy, but I could only quickly reply.
"Alright, Warden, Comrade Geheros. The corporation has high hopes for you. It's getting late, go and get some rest."
"Don't forget, tomorrow an agent will be going to Tidal Prison to retrieve the lost player operators."
"Understood, goodbye, sir."
After hanging up the phone, Han Che took off his white mask and pinched the bridge of his nose.
What is all this about?
From initial doubt and disdain, through suspicion and anger, to how it all ended up like this...
Overall, however, he was indeed greatly inspired. Since prison assets could be released and players could consume them at will, he had nothing to worry about.
Tomorrow I'll talk to Shi Ding and the others about the operational guidelines for the prison after it reopens. As the warden, he might even be able to reduce his public appearances.
Gazing at the night outside the window, Han Che leaned back deeply in his office chair, and his next plan became clear again in his mind.
The phone call just now seems to have had a directional effect, although some aspects were indeed very strange.
Forget it, forget it.
……
"Mr. Jacob." Two fully armed Hafk soldiers knocked on the door and entered the spacious office.
"Tomorrow, you two go to Tide Prison. There are seven materials there. Bring them back to me."
"yes!"
"And also," the voice paused, then continued, "there are three targets that are particularly important, and their specific information will be sent to your email in a little while."
"We will also bring supplies worth 7000 million to Tide Prison."
"7000 million?" a soldier exclaimed.
Behind the desk, the figure glanced at him. "Give him the corresponding amount of cards first, and exchange the supplies in batches. He deserves this kind of encouragement for his achievements."
"Besides..." The figure didn't continue speaking, but waved his hand, signaling the two soldiers to leave.
The two Hafk soldiers then saluted and left the office.
Moreover, it's time to invest more funds and speed up the process.