Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  Domestic, airport pick-up building.

   "Master, master!" hurried footsteps came from behind, and a young man with a bald head shouted in the corridor of the reception building.

  Not far ahead, a thick-browed man with long curly hair immediately lowered his face.

  With a dark face, he turned his head to look at the little bald head behind him, and said angrily.

   "How many times have I said, now it's time to call me boss!"

   "Okay, boss." The bald man touched his smooth head, and said with a simple smile, "But young master, is it really necessary for us to come here in such a hurry?"

   "What do you know?" The thick-browed man didn't know what to think of, and suddenly his eyebrows danced.

   "If our information here is true, then this node is very important now."

   "Let me tell you, this is related to the bright future of our entire Huacai."

   "Ah, yes, yes." The bald man touched his head and responded perfunctorily.

   As for his young master's incomprehension, he has also experienced it since he was a child.

   With a clang, the thick-browed man jumped straight at the bald head, "It's your uncle!"

  The bald man groaned, he rolled on the floor in pain, and when he stood up again, his eyes were full of tears.

   "Compared to this." The thick-browed man didn't have the slightest thought of taking care of the little bald head's emotions. He turned his head and looked around in the lobby of the reception building.

   "You said that there will be no problems with our intelligence, right? Is it really today?"

   "Don't worry, young master." The bald man muttered, "Our intelligence didn't come from a strong wind, it's more or less credible."

   "You just have to wait."

   "That's fine." The thick-browed man waved his hand boldly, "Then you go get me some French fries and snacks, I haven't had breakfast yet."

  With no more worries in his heart, the thick-browed man immediately took care of his appetite, and rubbed his stomach with some unsatisfactory intentions.

  The bald man stared blankly, regretting that he wanted to slap himself a few times.

   But thinking that there was still some time, I had no choice but to do so, and ran to the nearby fried chicken shop to buy some food.

  The two casually ate and waited on the seats in the pick-up building.

   And this wait, ten hours have passed.

  Thick eyebrow man: "..."

   Bald man: "..."

  At this time, the ears of the airport heard the call of the callus again.

   "Ding~ this time flight GKD1145 has arrived, and all passengers have landed."

   "The next flight will arrive in two hours, please look forward to it."

  The thick-browed man finally couldn't help but swear, "I* belong to your uncle!"

  Grabbing the collar of the little bald man next to him, the thick-browed man drooled, "I arrived today as promised, why is there no one around?"

  There were crowds of people around, but the thick-browed man couldn't control his demeanor anymore.

   This is not the first time he has waited with great anticipation. It turned out that it has been ten hours, and his eyes are sore, but he has not waited for a personal shadow.

   "Master, calm down, calm down!" the bald man hurriedly comforted.

   "There is no one in this class, maybe the next one has arrived?"

   "I believe in you!" The thick-browed man roared angrily.

   "Didn't you say that Yun Feng from Fengyun Studio will return to China today?! Those few flights just now were off by a few hours, and I didn't see the fart!"

   "You tell me, where are the people from Fengyun Studio?!"

  The strong aura of the thick-browed man oppressed him, and the crowd around him hid away as if they were treating a psychopath.

   "Oh? Are you looking for me?" Just then, a surprised voice came from the side.

   "It's not you, it's Yunfeng, do you understand? Yunfeng from Fengyun Studio!!" The thick-browed man directly yelled at his side in dissatisfaction, but his expression froze immediately.

   A few meters away, dragging simple luggage, a gentle man in a white suit took off his sunglasses, with a surprised expression on his face.

  Beside him was a man in a Tang suit fanning a paper fan to watch the show, and a middle-aged man with an official look and a strange expression.

  There was no other reason for the man with thick eyebrows to be astonished. He had seen the face of the young man in newspapers and the Internet too many times.

   "Really...is it really you?!" The thick-browed man was so excited that he couldn't hide his accent.

  Then he almost burst into tears, the thick-browed man moaned and wiped away his tears, "Old man, why are you here now? I've been waiting until the flowers are gone."

   "Oh? Really." Yun Feng couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry, because I have something to do, I changed the flight here."

   "So that's it. It seems that there is no way to go back and lower the wages of those wastes in the intelligence department." The thick-browed man wiped his sleeves and quickly accepted this statement.

   "It's the first time we met, I don't know who you are?" Yun Feng asked with a smile.

  There was no difference in the words of the man with thick eyebrows.

   After he heard the movement, he came to talk to him, of course it was not without reason.

   You know, even Lin Tian and the others didn't tell him about his return to China, they wanted to give them a surprise.

  The person in front of him was actually able to know his return route in advance, which at least shows that his background is not shallow.

  So there was no need to wink with Lao Mo and Gu Lian, they also quickly understood what they were thinking, and came together.

   "Oh, look at my memory." The thick-browed man patted his head and handed over a business card.

   "Wan Shenghua, how old are you, just call me Brother Wan." The thick-browed man shrugged his nose and said triumphantly.

  Beside him, the bald man came over with a smile. Wan Shenghua's face collapsed, and he continued to introduce while pinching his nose.

   "This is my assistant and playmate, Kozo."

  Yun Feng took the business card from Wan Shenghua, raised his eyebrows first.

  Although their names are popular, their reputations are not small at all.

  Even Lao Mo and Gu Lian, who were originally careless behind him, were shocked and suddenly looked over.

   "People from Huacai Media?!" Gu Lian said in surprise.

   "Exactly." Wan Shenghua laughed and admitted.

   "I'll be good." Lao Mo also shook his paper fan in amazement.

   Huacai Media, this is the largest film and television production company in China. The films and animations produced by it can be said to have contracted 90% of the domestic box office and ratings.

   There are even rumors that there is actually an official background behind Huacai.

   Therefore, the channel and energy are much larger than other companies in the industry.

  The most important thing is... Lao Mo stopped waving the paper fan, and his eyes under the sunglasses were full of deep meaning.

  Just now he was sharing with Yun Feng what he regarded as an anecdote on the plane.

   But I didn't expect that now, just a few of them met.

   It is said that Wan Lei, the chairman of CLC Media, transferred his shares to the third son Wan Shenghua in front of him not long ago.

   That is, in name, the new chairman of Huacai Media.

   And all of this was Wan Shenghua's sudden attack on the board of directors, and in an almost forceful way, he won the right from his own father.

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