Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  In the evening, after discussing with Gu Lian for an afternoon, Yun Feng and Yan Linfei left the Association.

   Afterwards, what they discussed in the room was only known to the three present.

  Recalling Gu Lian's eyes shining after hearing Yun Feng's plan, Yan Linfei couldn't help being excited and clenched his fists.

   Now, he no longer has the slightest worry about whether Fengyun Studio can withstand the pressure from the three major overseas companies on the day of the game festival!

  If Yun Feng didn't even have the confidence to pass the current level, it would be impossible to formulate such a precise and terrifying plan.

  Yan Linfei and Yun Feng sat back in the business car, billowing with gray smoke, turned into a small black spot and drove away.

  …

  Megali Country, Flandon District, near the slums.

  In a row-style apartment, a man with bloodshot eyes browsed the computer webpage with a terrifying expression.

   Sucked up all the yogurt in his hand with a sip, and threw the garbage into the waste basket in the corner, making a few bangs.

  Looking at the information on the webpage, the man snorted coldly.

   "Hmph, it's Fengyun Studio again, a group of mentally handicapped people, don't show off overseas!"

  Abel was breathing heavily, as if resentful, and pounded his fists on the table.

   This person is the former popular anchor who encountered the **** on earth incident that day, Abel.

  Since then, his bad behavior of pulling black groups has been completely exposed on the Internet.

  Facts have proved that when the incident is magnified in the eyes of the entire public, there are very few people who will stand up to support him.

  Abel instantly became a rat that everyone shouted and beat. The popularity of the anchor who used to take shortcuts plummeted, although his popularity is still comparable to some sub-first-rate anchors.

   But Abel knew he could never go any further.

   The plan to make a fortune from the stupid players on the Internet has also become a bubble.

  Even in his current residence, in order to avoid rumors, he had no choice but to withdraw from the previously luxuriously decorated suite and change to such a nondescript small apartment.

   For most people, this situation is not bad, but how could Abel, who was once a smash hit, be reconciled.

   "All of this is caused by you, anchor Mumu! And that Sura No. 2!"

   Abel growled angrily.

   Just then, the doorbell rang.

  Abel shrank suddenly, turned his head and stared at the door, his hands were bruised.

   "Who?!" The voice was vigilant and hoarse, and Abel deliberately lowered his voice.

   Couldn't it be those black fans who are here again? Is it over? !

   "A collaborator." The voice outside the door was flat and calm.

   "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the dirty things you did before, it's better to say, I think I can help you something."

   "Like... change your current situation?"

  The words of the man outside the door made Abel relax slowly.

   Walking to the door suspiciously, Abel opened the door after confirming that the other party was not a **** man through the door.

   It was a man with white hair and even his fingers were abnormally pale.

  Abel looked the man up and down, and quickly revealed a look of disdain, "People from the Eastern Kingdom? Bah, I don't like to see you guys the most, get lost as far as you can!"

  From the man's black pupils and the substandard foreign language just outside the door, it was enough for Abel to confirm the other party's race.

   "I don't think you will drive me away in such a hurry." Yan Kang helped his collar and said calmly.

  Abel's eyes flickered slightly, and he sneered.

   "I'll give you three sentences, if you can impress me, then I will invite you in."

   "Otherwise, disturb my rest, you won't leave here in good health today." He lit up the knife hidden behind him, and a cold light curled up on the blade.

   Facing the deadly threat, Yan Kang just chuckled.

  Where three sentences are needed.

  With just one sentence, he can ignite this person's hatred and turn it into his pawn.

   "The so-called Sura No. 2 and the anchor Mumu are both from Fengyun Studio!"

  Abel's hand holding the knife was severely slammed, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"What did you say?"

   "That's right." Yan Kang smiled slightly and stepped into the door.

   This time, Abel subconsciously turned sideways, letting him into the room.

   "The reason why your live broadcast became a joke is because of Fengyun Studio."

   "The people who let you completely slip from the position of popular anchor, and finally all the previous operations have come to naught, are all from Fengyun Studio."

  Yan Kang looked around at Abel's slightly dilapidated apartment.

   "It is also Fengyun Studio that brought you to this situation."

   "No wonder, no wonder..." Abel breathed heavily.

   Some clues found on the Internet before finally make sense.

  Fengyun Studio, I have written down this hatred!

   "Then what about you? Who are you?!" Abel suddenly turned around and stared at Yan Kang, his tall figure approaching oppressively.

  Seeing Abel's ferocious appearance, Yan Kang showed a few smiles on his face.

   "Didn't I say that I am a collaborator."

   "The one who can make you get back everything you deserve!"

   Abel sneered.

   "Just you? A monkey from the Eastern Kingdom?"

  Yan Kang said flatly: "Based on the information in my hands, you should know that I have this energy!"

   Abel's mocking tone stopped abruptly.

   That's right, the information this man said was something I couldn't get even after exhausting all the methods on the Internet during this period of time.

   More importantly, he was so clear about his situation that he even found out where he was.

  The frivolous restraint in Abel's eyes was replaced by a little fear.

   "Let's just listen, how do you want to cooperate?" Abel put his hands together and looked at Yan Kang quietly.

   "It's very simple, revenge!" Yan Kang raised his head with a smile.

   "On the day of the Holy University Game Festival, you must have heard about the game competition between Fengyun Studio and Ubisoft Snowstorm Pukacom."

  Abel's eyes flickered, and he nodded hesitantly.

   "Of course, but in just one month, how could Fengyun Studio come up with a 3A masterpiece?"

   "Isn't that just a joke?"

   "No!" Yan Kang sneered, "Since Fengyun Studio has released rumors, they must be able to do it, and they are even fully sure."

   "It sounds like you know Fengyun Studio very well?" Abel looked curious.

   "This has nothing to do with you." Yan Kang said calmly, "I just ask you, do you want to get back everything you had before?"

  Abel nodded without saying a word, acquiescing.

   "Then I have a solution."

  Yan Kang showed an evil smile.

   "As long as you completely ruin Fengyun Studio's plan on the day of the Santa Game Festival..."

   "And when the time comes, you will get back everything you deserve."

   Abel's pupils shrank suddenly.

   He finally realized.

   What I cooperated with was not some weak oriental Chinese, but... a demon from the abyss.

evening.

   Walking out of the small apartment, Yan Kang received a text message from Wu Ke, his brows slightly frowned.

   "Luo Linsen? Why did the people from the sales department parachute here, and the other directors instigated it?"

   "Forget it, with that idiot's spirit, he can't do anything at all. At that time, some old guys above will beg for my share."

   "It's just a clown." Yan Kang sneered.

   Now he is overseas, he can do whatever he wants.

  The chess pieces have been placed.

  Who wins the game is still unknown.

  …

   In just one month, the time flies by.

  On this day, tens of millions of game fans across the country began to set their sights on the GES venue.

  Here, the most grand game festival in the world is about to kick off.

   Santa Game Festival, start!