Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  The time returns to one hour ago.

   After Abel slowly took off his hat, revealing the rough face underneath.

  Among the three present, Frank recognized each other thoughtfully, "Abel?"

"it's me."

  Frank sneered: "Who am I? A down-and-out anchor dares to meddle in our affairs."

  Abel is not a good stubble, so he just mocked back.

   "Why don't I bother you to care, but you are now more like a lost dog than me?"

   "What did you say?!" Jack was furious.

   "You won't forget, what happened at the game conference a month ago." Abel grinned, showing an unscrupulous smile.

   "After tonight is over, your situation...is not good."

  Wall frowned, "We haven't said anything, what happened to Fengyun Studio has nothing to do with us!"

   "It's better to deceive laymen with such words." Abel sneered.

   "Since you targeted Fengyun Studio in public opinion, you have no position to avoid."

   "Even if you keep silent and ignore it, in the eyes of others, it is still a response!"

   "Tsk." Jack gritted his teeth, "Let them have a little trouble this time, next..."

   "Next? Why, you thought the matter was over?" Abel turned to look at Jack, the joke on his face was self-evident.

   "Take a good look over there." Abel pointed to a corner of the venue.

  The originally remote and uninhabited corner is now surrounded by water, but on their side, compared with this huge booth, the number of people is pitifully small.

   "Now Fengyun Studio is extremely popular, the next step is to make you all lose face!"

   "Soon, you will be forced to come to the stage by them and talk about what happened before."

   "At that time, what else can you do?"

  The expressions of the three of Frank changed, and they all realized the seriousness of the situation.

   If it is really like what Abel said, it will be a painful blow to the popularity and influence of their companies.

  By that time, it will be impossible for them to recover.

   "So, you have a solution?" Frank took a step forward and said in a deep voice.

  He didn't believe that if things really went to a dead end, the dubious person in front of him could have a better way than them.

   "Of course." Abel licked the corner of his mouth, showing a triumphant smile.

   "It's just that I also have conditions..."

  …

   "Frank, if you have any ideas, you can come up with them yourself. How did you let an outsider get involved?"

  In front of the booth of Fengyun Studio, Yun Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

  From the first sight, he and Lao Mo recognized Abel's identity.

  Although they are only fringe figures, both of them are long-planned actions, and intelligence work will naturally not be left behind.

   And this also allowed Yunfeng to really pinpoint the source of the threat.

  The three families took the initiative to come to the door, and there was this malicious proposal.

  The last fog of tonight's game festival is probably related to Abel and the people behind him.

  So when Yun Feng opened his mouth, he planned to strike first and exclude the other party.

   It’s just that Frank is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he said calmly without changing his face.

   "Abel is a game consultant hired by us, and his opinion is our opinion."

   Lies casually come here, Frank is a good hand.

   There was an uproar in the crowd.

   "Good guy, isn't that the notorious anchor Abel? Why dare to stand up now."

   "Tsk, haven't you seen that people have embraced the hind legs of several big companies? It's not easy to make a comeback."

   "Yes, yes, as long as you learn the craftsman spirit of Sakura Country, it will be a matter of minutes to whitewash your superiors."

   "Bah, a scumbag."

   After all, netizens don’t really have the memory of goldfish. Many people still have fresh memories of Abel’s previous bad behavior.

  In just a short while, Abel's impression in their eyes has reached its lowest point.

  The matter has come to this point, Abel has long since ignored it, and just looked at Fengyun Studio with malicious intentions.

  From the moment Yun Feng opened his mouth, he was certain that the other party was indeed the culprit who caused his own embarrassment.

  He has listened to the recording of that **** on earth countless times, and he can recognize this voice when it turned into ashes.

  It's a pity that today I can't directly take revenge on the other party.

  Abel grinned.

  However, it would be quite interesting to **** the opponent's big arm first.

   "In that case." Yun Feng didn't intend to dwell on this topic any longer.

   "Why don't we talk about business."

   Yunfeng didn't need to signal, after many years of tacit understanding, Lao Mo immediately stepped forward and gave a provocative voice.

   "I said, Lao Fu, I think your booth over there is quite empty, but there are a little few people, which is a waste of space."

   "It's not as good as this, our side is also a treasure land of geomantic omen, if we exchange it with you, it can be regarded as making the best use of everything, you are welcome."

  As soon as Lao Mo's words came out, everyone was immediately amused.

  Although everyone wants to eat melons and watch a good show, but Fengyun Studio has brought out the trigger point so carelessly, it's too much of a show.

"OK."

   Unexpectedly, Frank agreed again.

  The same reply, the same answer, just different from what everyone expected.

  Old Mo's tone faltered, and the smile on his face disappeared.

  Looking at Yunfeng, the other party's expression also restrained, with a little doubt.

  The venue fell silent.

   At this moment, the staff of the organizer who had been receiving lectures on the headset channel arrived late.

   "That, Mr. Yunfeng, Mr. Frank..."

  The staff hesitated for a while, planning to speak out the supervisor's order.

  Frank has turned his head to look over.

   "The people on the side of the organizer, right, came just in time."

   "Fengyun Studio wants to exchange booths with us, and we are also willing to cooperate. What do you think?"

  The staff froze.

   Is there such a good thing?

  Just now, the supervisor gave the order to die. If the other party refuses to agree, there is no need to save face for Ubisoft, just offend Ubisoft to the death.

   At the time, I was terrified when I heard it. Isn't this obviously offending people, but now it seems that it doesn't need to go to that point.

   "It's just." Frank paused, and then said, "We are all guests who came to support the game festival. It seems that you are not kind."

   "This..." The staff became embarrassed.

  Even everyone present had to agree with this principle.

  It is really unfair to change booths for nothing.

  Everyone present did not realize that the mood was changing quietly, only Yun Feng in the field was frozen.

  Just now I made things difficult for the organizers, in order to use the surrounding atmosphere to put pressure on Frank and the others.

   Now that Frank is talking about the organizers in righteousness, he also has ulterior motives to gain a position.

  He came for himself!

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