Huang Wang felt aggrieved, but after all, he was just a programmer without much strength who could be replaced at any time, and there was nothing he could do in the face of an unreasonable boss.
"President Sa, I'm heading back first."
Huang Wang picked up his things and left the room with a dark expression on his face.
Azazel didn't care about Huang Wang's mood at all. After all, to a cunning demon like him, all humans were merely tools for harvesting negative emotions.
Programmers like Huang Wang were not irreplaceable. There are not many truly top-notch programmers in the world, but mediocre ones are a dime a dozen.
Azazel was very sure that even if Huang Wang resigned in anger, he could easily spend five or six thousand yuan to hire a programmer who was good at creating bugs.
What he cared more about was the profitability of the game.
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The next day, 10:00 a.m.
