Chapter 447 - 432 Backstab one’s own cash cow_1
"Ross, the audience’s enthusiasm for betting has dipped again," the voice of the casino manager came through inappropriately.
"This game has lost its suspense, Ross, we have to make a change," the head of the marketing department said. "Duge, with his own strength, changed the operational mode of the ’Resource Game.’ A competitive game has been turned into a management simulation by him..."
"What about the viewership?" Ross asked.
"Viewers are still maintaining a high level of enthusiasm," the head of operations said, pausing for a moment, "The hot topic of their discussions is focused on how many days it will take for Duge to end this world..."
Such a lovable and hateful little fellow!
Ross crossed his hands together and fell into thought as he watched the live feed coming from the Alien Battlefield.
Duge had breathed new life into this old show with his own strength, but he had also drawn all the focus onto himself.
At the moment, there is still one battlefield operating in the traditional mode, but apart from a few gamblers, virtually no one is watching.
After all.
The proceedings on Duge’s side started quickly and will end quickly; returns can be seen immediately. The timeline of previous episodes was just too prolonged...
But this is not a good sign; Duge is exhausting the life of this program.
Ross could foresee that once Duge died, and if they didn’t have a suitable successor,