Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   "Why, is this how the organizers deal with us exhibiting companies?" Frank asked with his presence.

   "Or, you just want to favor Fengyun Studio?"

  The staff members were sweating, it's still difficult to do public relations.

   Now neither the left nor the right, it's like being roasted on the fire.

   "Okay." Yun Feng interrupted the conversation between the two parties.

   Looking straight at Abel, Yun Feng asked.

   "What do you want to do, draw a path down?"

   "Excellent!" Abel clapped his hands, feeling the pleasure of succeeding in his trick.

   "Our condition is very simple, a competition between the two sides, if our side loses, the booth will be given over to you without further ado!"

   No need to think about anything, Abel put down his rhetoric directly.

   "What?" The players were in an uproar.

  They never imagined that the price war and public opinion war game companies in the impression would use such a playful way to resolve conflicts.

   "What did you say?" Yun Feng also frowned.

   But his heart is not relaxed at all.

  Abel's move is very simple and rude, but it is the most effective way to break the game.

  Today, his original intention was to force people like Frank out, and use the introduction laid on the day of the game conference to severely damage the reputation of the three companies.

  In this way, even with Alex's help, the three companies' slander against Fengyun Studio can be eliminated to the maximum extent.

  But now Frank and the others are very ingenious, taking retreat as an advance, and putting themselves in the position of the victim in a few words.

  The most important thing is the competition proposed by Abel.

   It seems that the nature has not changed, but even if his side loses, Beyu and the others will only give in to Fengyun Studio because of the "result of the competition", and they have not shown any weakness in momentum.

  The matter has come to this point, Frank and others have also looked away.

  The game promotion failed this time, so it failed, but Fengyun Studio must not be allowed to take any more advantage!

   "Competition? Heh, don't think I don't know what you guys are thinking!"

  At this time, Lao Mo suddenly jumped out.

   Regarding the invisible changes in the situation, except for Yun Feng, Mo Neng was keenly aware of it.

  Old Mo knew that now someone must come out to muddy the water.

   "It's a competition, what is the content of the competition? You decide or we decide?"

   "We decide, what will you do if you don't admit it afterwards? You decide, who knows if there will be some scheming hidden in it, not to mention that if you procrastinate, it doesn't matter if you can cash it!"

   "It's really a good plan."

  Old Mo bites hard, although this argument is very far-fetched, but you have to try.

   "You guys are thinking too much." Abel shrugged, smiled and pointed to the big screen of Fengyun Studio booth.

  After preparing for so long, the people behind him have already calculated everything into it.

  No one today can change the next situation.

   "Since you are so proud of your game, how about we use this game as a competition? Whoever kills the most people is the winner."

   "How about it, is this fair enough?"

  Old Mo was stunned. He never thought that the competition that Abel mentioned was just a simple game.

  The other party is so sincere that there is really no room for rejection on their side.

   Just thinking about it, Lao Mo suddenly became secretly happy again.

   Just kidding, I'm afraid Abel didn't know that there was a god-level player on their side.

   Compete games with them, with whom? !

   "Okay, we..." Lao Mo opened his mouth, and quickly swallowed the words vigilantly.

  He looked at Yun Feng.

   Now the only one who can decide the next direction is this one person on the field.

   something is wrong...

   Yun Feng frowned.

  Since Abel will appear at the scene today, it is impossible not to find out the details on their side.

  If you just want to break the pressure on his side, the level just now is enough.

   But even so, he still proposed such a competition.

  It seems that behind this, the other party still has calculations.

  But just as Lao Mo thought, the other party has given in like this, no matter how much they mess around, it's a bit unreasonable.

   "Okay, I promise you." Yun Feng said calmly.

  The whole venue began to become restless.

  Everyone was faintly excited.

  It is rare to be able to witness the battle between game companies on the spot.

   "Mr. Yun, let me help you deal with this foreigner! I have good skills!"

   "Fuck you, how much do you have! Mr. Yun, let me call this guy with his face turned upside down."

   "I'll come, I'll come!"

  In the booth, the previous group of domestic players became excited.

   They all signed up enthusiastically.

  Seeing that everyone supported this side so much, Yun Feng was not only unhappy, but felt even heavier in his heart.

  He sensed another sinister intention of the other party.

   Things have progressed to this point, whether it can win or not is not so important to Frank.

   On the contrary, it's their side, they can't lose!

  From the start of the game festival to the present, they have accumulated fanatical popularity for the game in a crushing state.

   Although this competition is child's play, it is also a very high-level performance.

   If one of them accidentally loses, no matter what, the player's perception of the game will drop a lot.

  The advantage they have painstakingly established will be gone.

  The people behind this are very scheming.

   Judging from this, it is still too risky for the players present to deal with Abel, who is also a seasoned anchor.

  Wait... Could it be the other party's purpose? !

  With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Yun Feng suddenly raised his head.

   As expected, Abel on the opposite side suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh.

   Pointing his finger at the opposite side, Abel sneered.

   "Is this wrong? My Commander Yun~"

   "The trump card on your side shouldn't be this kind of shrimp soldier and crab general." Abel teased.

   "Where is the anchor MuMu, call her out."

   "Or should I call her Yun. Mumu?"

  A chill of awe-inspiring wind rushed towards Yun Feng's face, and Yun Feng's eyes were suddenly icy cold.

  Abel's pupils reflected a few traces of scarlet, Yi Ran was not afraid of Yun Feng's terrifying expression.

  Since he stepped into this venue today, the madness in his bones has been agitated.

  He hasn't forgotten what he's here for today.

  He wants revenge!

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