Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  GES venue, daytime.

  A black commercial vehicle parked in front of the venue, and the two got out of the car one after the other.

   "This is the place where the game conference that group of people chose today will be held? It's not bad." A man in Tang suit shook his paper fan with a teasing tone.

   Beside him, another man gave him a strange look.

   "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

  The man straightened his clothes and walked towards the entrance of the stadium with him.

  The reception girl at the door came up.

   "Sir, are you two here to attend today's game conference?"

   Quietly looked at the handsome man in a white suit at the head, and the face of the reception girl was slightly red.

   "Well, yes, this is a pass." With a gentle smile, the man in the suit handed over the pass for the press conference.

   "Okay, this way, please. Go straight to the end and you will be in the press conference hall. You can stay in the surrounding rest areas as you like. Thank you for your cooperation." The receptionist hurriedly took out her electronic device to register and let the two pass.

   "Thank you." Smiling again at the reception girl, the two passed through the gate and entered the venue.

  The receptionist watched the two people chatting and laughing and disappeared from sight.

   The man shaking the paper fan joked.

   "I said Yunfeng, you boy, your charm is still the same as before, tsk tsk tsk..."

   "It's necessary for the occasion, don't make such a fuss all the time, it's alright, we have to do business next..." The latter was a little helpless.

  The reception girl touched her face, it was so red that it felt hot.

  But, that man is really handsome!

   Hey, but, why does it feel familiar to me, where have I seen it before?

  Hmm...it might be a male star somewhere, yes, it must be like this!

  The two people who came were Yun Feng and Lao Mo.

   Today they quietly got the admission quota and mixed into the venue, naturally for the game conference held by Frank and others today.

   "Let me think about it, oh, here is the rest area, there is the coffee room, and there, it should be a special press reception..."

  Looking at the side, it was obviously the first time to come, but Lao Mo, who was familiar with the layout of the venue, Yunfeng sighed.

   "It seems that your information is really good."

   "That's natural." Lao Mo smiled.

   "So, where are the group of people you tracked down before?" Yun Feng looked at Lao Mo and said.

  At this moment, his eyes were extremely clear.

   "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of you." Lao Mo swayed the paper fan in his hand a few times, and then confirmed it.

  Following the area pointed by Lao Mo, Yunfeng saw...the press reception not far away.

  …

  Press reception.

   There is still half an hour before the press conference starts, but there are already quite a few people.

  In the corner of the room, a well-mannered man elegantly tasted the coffee in the cup, tapping the tablet in front of him from time to time.

  At this time, a man with glasses who was slightly thicker approached.

   Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the man with glasses said in a low voice.

   "Boss, there is still half an hour, and the show is about to begin!" The subordinate's eyes lit up, as if he was already impatient.

  Henry ate the coffee in his hand, frowned, and looked at his subordinates.

   "Who are you calling the boss? Do you know who you are now?" Henry said lightly, a little dissatisfied.

  His body trembled, he gave himself a mouthful, and laughed.

   "Yes, yes, I am the editor of Lionheart Game Monthly, and you are the editor-in-chief of Thunder Game Weekly. We are just colleagues."

  Henry nodded in satisfaction, grabbed his subordinate's collar, and pulled him closer, his voice low.

   "Although the failure of the last navy attack was not our fault, Frank is already somewhat dissatisfied with us."

   "This time, we must not fail again! Do you know?!"

  The subordinates nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Boss, the task will definitely be completed! Moreover, this time, there will be no Boss, will you act yourself, absolutely impossible to miss!"

  Henry snorted, then let go of his subordinates, and shook his hands.

   "By the way, how about the other people, why are you the only one?"

   "I don't know." The subordinate scratched his head, "Didn't you go to the bathroom, why haven't you come back yet?"

   "A bunch of useless snacks..." Henry sighed, "Forget it, I don't expect you to do anything, as long as you do your job well today."

  Henry glanced at more and more reporters entering the reception room, and the reception room was already a little crowded before he knew it.

  A colleague is an enemy, and a person of his level is considered a minor celebrity in the industry.

   Without waiting for some people who were gradually approaching him and wanted to say hello or set a pattern, Henry picked up his computer bag and walked out of the reception room.

  Before he left, he looked back at the group of mediocre people.

  A group of people buzzed like headless chickens, and the excitement on their faces could be seen at a glance.

  Obviously they don't know what this press conference means, but as long as there is a chance to get something interesting, this group of people will rush over like headless chickens.

   "There is no elegance at all." Henry shook his head and closed the door casually.

  He still believes in his own principles, elegance first.

  Henry sat down on the marble chair in the corridor.

  Many people think that the gutter business like naval hacking has always been done by uneducated and vulgar people.

  But in fact, the knowledge and vision that such people need to involve are much higher than ordinary people.

   Maybe the barrier to entry is very low, but how can it be easy for those who can reach the top of this line of work.

  Henry turned on the computer.

   He only needs to click a few buttons, and his background can generate countless virtual IPs.

   Input a few paragraphs of words that are similar and slightly different in advance, and thousands of navy accounts will act like a large group, leading the wave of public opinion on the Internet.

  He alone is worth several navy teams, and how can those mediocre people beat him.

  Henry deleted the last set of data in the computer that was still running expressionlessly.

   In this way, the business I took over during this period also came to an end.

   No one can find themselves from the various traces they have faked on the Internet.

  Flick off his clothes, this is his elegance.

  Henry opened his pocket watch and took a look, there was still a while.

   Standing up and dusting off his clothes, he walked towards the bathroom.

   On the way, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in Tang suit with a beard and messy hair, smiling frivolously.

  Henry closed his eyes and passed him by.

   Such a person... will never be elegant.

  He and the other party are not on the same level at all.

  Henry pushed open the door of the bathroom and raised his eyebrows, but there was no one inside.

   is also good.

  With a bang, the bathroom door closed.

  Outside the door.

   A "cleaning" sign was taken out again and placed at the door.

   Stay away from idlers.

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