Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 203: Selling the Studio Due to Force Majeure

Zhou Zhou and her group only learned what had happened that day when they returned to their workstations downstairs.

Before they had gone to the top floor, three waves of people from the studio had already resigned.

For the first wave, the team lead chewed them out. His comment: "Utterly ridiculous."

After all, good jobs weren’t easy to find. And with that, he coolly processed their resignations.

With the second wave, the team lead was speechless. "If you want to go, then go. But once you leave our studio, it’s not that easy to get back in."

By the third wave, the team lead started to push back.

After all, while Qingshan Green Water Studio was large, everyone had their own specific role. If too many people left from the same department, it would disrupt operations.

That was why the resignation requests from the fourth wave were put on hold.

After hearing the whole story, Zhou Zhou grumbled, "Should’ve gotten here earlier to quit earlier."

The woman at the next workstation urged her to endure it. "What’s the point? Just keep working. At least you make over ten thousand Star Coins, and when business is good, you can make twenty thousand."

"I don’t want to work here anymore. I’m not happy."

While the two were chatting, the team lead was upstairs in an emergency meeting with the boss.

This was the first time the studio had held such a farcical meeting.

The two commiserated, complaining about how unreliable the younger generation was. "They don’t have the pressure of a mortgage, kids, or a family. They just come and go as they please."

"It took our studio so long to train them. The training alone was three months, and now they want to leave before they’ve even worked here for that long."

"Boss, what do you think? Should we hire new people or try to convince them to stay?" Despite offering the second option, the team lead quickly added, "I don’t think we’ll be able to keep them."

"Hire new people. You can’t hold on to those who want to leave."

"Don’t overthink it. Have them work for one more week while we find people to fill the openings."

Just like that, the matter was "happily" settled. The team lead, ever the opportunist, started planning to bring in a few of his own relatives.

The boss, however, was thinking, ’This streamer is causing way too much trouble. I’ll have to get Li Ran to add more money, otherwise this whole gig is unsustainable.’

The decision was made in a flash. That morning, Zhou Zhou received the team lead’s reply, telling her to work for one more week and that her salary would be paid as usual.

She grumbled for a bit but accepted her fate.

During the lunch break, the group of girls who had failed to quit sat together, their moods a mix of joy and sorrow. The cheerful ones said that another week was fine; they could use the time to look for a new job.

The gloomy ones just said they wanted to go eat.

Just as everyone was sighing together over their tea, several tall figures in maintenance uniforms entered the top-floor lobby, leading a few robots.

The girls’ curiosity was piqued. They watched as the figures scanned the room with a sweeping gaze, then strode swiftly toward the holographic Qingshan Green Water Studio logo in the center of the lobby.

Then, a robot raised its hand, charged up, and with a single laser blast, disintegrated the holographic logo into dust.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Zhou Zhou rushed to the front. "Stop messing with that!" ’That thing is incredibly expensive; a normal person couldn’t afford to replace it in a lifetime!’

However, by the time they all got closer, the logo in the lobby had already changed.

It had changed from Qingshan Green Water Studio to Fei Niao Company.

Then, they learned from the work crew that Qingshan Green Water Studio had been bought and immediately resold. It had a new owner.

The entire staff: ???

Still dazed, they returned to their workstations. Soon after, a message suddenly appeared on every terminal in the building, from the break rooms to the individual desks.

—Hello, employee. I am...

It was a letter to the staff from the boss. It said that due to reasons of *force majeure*, he had sold the studio.

*Force majeure*???

So, that morning, they had all been crammed into the office, waiting for the team lead to approve their resignations.

By afternoon, they were all standing in a large elevator, clutching their personal belongings and staring at one another in utter bewilderment.