Kuisiwein stared at the time jumping in the lower right corner of the computer screen, three seventeen in the morning. The only thing left in the office was the cold white light on his desk, and the air was filled with the burnt aroma of instant coffee, mixed with the residual heat of the paper that had just been spit out by the printer. It was very much like the nights at the end of each quarter for the past three years - only this time, the bet was on the life and death of the entire "Xingtu Interactive Entertainment".
"Manager Kui, the latest feedback from the southern district distributor..." Intern Xiao Lin's voice came from outside the cubicle, with a timid probing tone. She held a crumpled report in her hand, her fingertips still stained with ink from the data she had just checked. "They said that if we can't come up with a new traffic replacement plan before noon tomorrow, we will terminate our exclusive agency cooperation with the 'Cloud Realm' game."
