Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  Easynet Game Department.

   Sending Lin Tian away, Mo Luefang didn't have to make a gesture, his face sank all of a sudden, and the dark clouds made people feel depressing.

  Other employees also knew the seriousness of the matter this time, bowed their heads silently, and pretended to be busy at their workstations.

  Mo Luefang glanced at Sun Shiming behind him, turned around and walked towards his office.

  Understanding what Mo Luefang meant, Sun Shiming was flustered, and followed him in.

as expected.

  As soon as he entered the door, Mo Luefang pointed at his nose and started cursing.

   "Sun Shiming, I think you are fat! Can you mix this kind of water?!" Mo Luefang gritted his teeth.

   "Mo...Mr. Mo, listen to my explanation!" Sun Shiming said in a panic, "I do all this for the company!"

   "Bah!" Mo Luefang said angrily, "I want you to develop the web game industry. No matter how bad it is, you must gain a firm foothold."

   "Did I ask you to deny this web game from the root? Ah?!"

  Mo Luefang was aggressive and looked at Sun Shiming very unkindly.

  Sun Shiming trembled, knowing that what he said next would determine whether he could restore his impression in the eyes of his boss.

   "Mr. Mo, you know the current situation of web games, we can't earn much money!" Sun Shiming looked heartbroken, and I worked hard for the company.

   "The Fengyun Jiujiu game network created by Fengyun Studio, most of the players are there!"

   "Didn't you also appreciate the origin game network formed by our major companies before? But in the end, you are still overwhelmed by Fengyun Jiujiu game network!"

   "In terms of strength, Fengyun Studio has a lot of background, we can't match it at all!"

   "So what?!" Mo Luefang said angrily, "So you came up with such a crooked idea, breaking the pot?!"

  After speaking, although Mo Luefang was still angry, the anger obviously disappeared a lot.

  Sun Shiming hurriedly said: "President Mo, don't you understand, Fengyun Studio! They are the biggest threat to us!"

   "The experience of the past few years has also verified that if Fengyun Studio is not destroyed, we will only be suppressed in this area."

   "Now let's destroy the web game they worked so hard to create first! When we have our own capital and experience, it's not up to us to decide whether to stop it or not."

  Sun Shiming followed the advice well, and there are quite a few of his opinions in it, but most of them are the rhetoric under Yan Kang's guidance.

  As Yan Kang said, the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible for the superior to really punish him for this matter. As long as he can convince President Dongmo, the whole company can only support him.

  Mo Luefang thought for a long time, and finally let out a cold snort.

   "If it can't be done well, it will look better with you!"

   "Yes, yes!" Sun Shiming nodded repeatedly, wiping his cold sweat.

   It can be considered a pass.

  The same scene is happening inside major game companies...

  In front of Fengyun Building, Lin Tian met Henry Zhang and Peng Mo who had returned.

   "Hey, you're back, how are you doing?" Lin Tian greeted relaxedly.

   "Not very good, a group of people killed their position, there is no possibility of loosening." Henry Zhang adjusted his glasses, making a very rational judgment.

  Peng Mo spread his hands, the helplessness on his face already explained everything.

   "Hey, it's hard to be a dead duck." Lin Tian laughed mischievously, "Then we don't have to be merciful at that time, they are good-looking."

  The faces of several people are not very heavy, and they can even be said to be very relaxed.

  Because Yunfeng told them to do this, it was not to make those game companies change their minds.

  The key is to cause disputes within the game companies. Yun Feng's deduction is correct, and those game companies cannot be twisted into a line so easily.

   It is some individuals who really act secretly.

  Looking at the reaction of the crowd when he was at Yiwang before, Lin Tian's heart is clear.

  Since a consensus has not been fully reached, these game companies will spend a lot of time negotiating and coordinating on the next policy.

   It is impossible to continue to let the people below act impulsively.

   This move is also fighting for time.

  Dingling, at this moment, a hurried phone call suddenly came from Lin Tian's pocket.

  Lin Tian took out his mobile phone and frowned, it was Fang Yun calling.

  Lin Tian pressed the connect button.

   "Hey, Xiaoyun, what's the matter?"

   A flustered female voice came from the phone.

  Lin Tian's complexion changed, "Don't worry, we are downstairs in the company, we will come up immediately!"

  Hung up the phone, Lin Tian turned his head to look at Henry Zhang and Peng Mo, nodded without saying anything, and several people hurriedly squeezed into the elevator.

   "Tsk." Seeing the slowly changing floor numbers, Lin Tian gritted his teeth.

   "Things come at the wrong time!"

  …

  Mohai City, Yanhe East Road, the edge of the city.

  This urban area is far away from the bustling commercial district, and it is surrounded by old-style residential buildings.

  Following the slightly yellowed wall, Yun Feng walked step by step towards an address that had not changed for many years.

  Hishell Internet Cafe, even in this urban area, is located in a remote place, as if deliberately not wanting to be seen.

  However, judging from the slightly moldy wooden sign at the door and the noisy noise inside, it is understandable—it looks like a black Internet cafe.

   It's just that Yunfeng knows in his heart that this place is far from being as simple as a black Internet cafe, this place... is much darker.

Stepping on the wooden floor that has been in disrepair and entering the door, there are a series of harsh creaking sounds. Even so, the person in front of the counter, wearing round-frame black sunglasses and goatee boss woke up.

  The other party was lying on the deck chair, snoring loudly.

   Yunfeng looked around, there were only a few old-fashioned computers that were turned on, no wonder it was so casual.

  With a helpless smile on his face, Yun Feng lightly knocked on the counter, making a casual sound.

   "You black Internet cafe, it's not doing well."

  The voice is clear, far less noisy than Internet cafes.

  The boss, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, suddenly jumped up from the reclining chair, cursing.

   "Fuck your grandma, you just opened a black Internet cafe!"

  The owner of the sunglasses turned his head to look at the man who disturbed his slumber in dissatisfaction, his movements stopped suddenly, and his eyes widened.

   "Yunfeng, is that you?!" Mo Peifeng took off his **** sunglasses, and the fake beard fell off, revealing a young and surprised face.

  Yun Feng also smiled, "Old Mo, long time no see."

   "This time, I want to ask you something..."

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