Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   "This time, thank you all."

  At the pan-entertainment ceremony venue, when the crowd gradually dispersed, Yun Feng turned around, looked at the crowd behind him and said with a smile.

   "Hey, brother, you are being polite." Wan Shenghua waved his hands carelessly and said nonchalantly.

   "Don't worry, with Huacai Media here, Penguin won't be able to embarrass you and me!" Patting his chest, Wan Shenghua was very forthright.

  Yunfeng looked at Wan Shenghua with a half-smile, no matter whether the other party made it up or not, Wan Shenghua dared to stand up against Penguin today, it was also a statement.

   Sending charcoal in a timely manner has always been the most difficult thing, but Wan Shenghua actually did it.

   "Brother, today's timing is unlucky, let's get together afterward and have a good chat." Yun Feng said to Wan Shenghua.

  The latter's eyes lit up immediately, he could hear Yun Feng's meaning, what happened before, there is still drama!

   "Okay, then I won't bother you, brother, let's see you another day." Without procrastinating, he greeted Yun Feng, and Wan Shenghua took Hong San to leave first.

  Before leaving, Wan Shenghua glanced at Luo Jingtian next to him indiscriminately.

  The relationship between Fengyun Studio and Luotian Group was indeed as rumored, and Wan Shenghua thought about it.

   This trip was really not in vain.

  The figures of the two gradually disappeared from the field of vision.

  Yunfeng turned to look at Luo Jingtian, smiled again, "This time I have to thank Mr. Luo too."

  He knew that it might be just a coincidence that Huacai Media appeared here, but Luotian Industry and Panyu Festival had nothing to do with each other.

  There is only one reason for Luo Jingtian to appear here, and it is for his own side.

   "Yunfeng, after the pan-entertainment ceremony, the penguins will also be played for real." Luo Jingtian shook his head and instructed very seriously.

   "As a thorn in the side, the pressure on your side is estimated to increase exponentially. You have to be careful about this."

   "I understand." Yun Feng nodded.

  Looking at the people behind Yun Feng, Luo Jingtian knew that now was not the time for in-depth discussion, so he bid farewell to Yun Feng and left with his subordinates.

   The turmoil gradually subsided, and fewer and fewer people stayed on the field.

  In the distance, Xiao Han hesitated, but finally came over.

   "This time, anyway, thank you very much." Looking at Yun Feng, Xiao Han said with a complicated expression.

  He didn't expect that things would turn out to be so big in the end, but after all, this young man caused this farce because of himself.

   "It has nothing to do with you." Yun Feng smiled, "As long as I appear here, this situation will happen sooner or later, but it's just a matter of time."

   "In comparison, what's next for Hanfeng Literature Society?"

   "Any ideas?" Xiao Han smiled wryly, "What my father told me is that the pan-entertainment ceremony is not as good as before, and I shouldn't put too much hope on it."

   "Perhaps it is true as they said, the Hanfeng Literature Society has no room for survival."

   "You have to fight for your own living space." Yun Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Maybe I can help you on this point."

  Xiao Han was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head very seriously, "Sorry, Hanfeng won't accept help for no reason."

  Yun Feng looked at Xiao Han quietly, obviously, this gentle man also has his own pride and persistence.

   "In short, don't make a decision too early. Come to Fengyun Studio if you have time." Yun Feng handed over a business card, "Now, what Hanfeng needs is brand new power and allies."

   "Allies...?" Xiao Han hesitated for a long time, and finally accepted the business card.

   Without saying anything more, Xiao Han limped and left the second floor.

   "Finally." Slowly took out the monocle from his pocket and put it on, Yun Feng turned his head to look at the three people behind him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

   "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

   "Uh, we..." Su Chu scratched her head, and was about to say something when the little fat man Luo Lei had already spoken.

   "You, are you really Yun Feng from Fengyun Studio?!" Three points of curiosity, seven points of incredulity, Luo Lei's face was extremely exciting.

   "If it's fake, it's guaranteed." Yun Feng smiled.

  Yunfeng looked at Su Chu, and his eyes fell on the badge of the Su Group on the chest of the other party, "The name of the Su Group is not so easy to borrow, right?"

  Huateng could see it, and he could naturally see that this young man was trying to borrow the name of the Su Group.

   It should be a child of the Su family, but there must be a price for such behavior.

   "Uh, it's okay, at worst, go back and be punished." Su Chu smiled wryly.

   But in fact, he knows the seriousness of this best. Before establishing a business, the Su family has always not allowed the children of the family to use the name of the family to do anything wrong.

  As a collateral child, the accountability he will receive this time may not be small.

   "If you have a chance, you can explain that you came out for Fengyun Studio." Suddenly, Fang He interjected.

  Looked at Fang He suspiciously, Su Chu still nodded, "I will."

   "Let's not talk about this." Yun Feng interrupted the two of them with a wave.

  With admiration in his eyes, Yun Feng's eyes moved between the three of them.

   "You three, are you interested in joining Fengyun Studio..."

  …

Da da da.

  In the quiet corridor, Huateng walked towards a place on the third floor.

  With a blank face, recalling today's scenes, Hua Teng's eyes are extremely cold.

  I thought everything was under control, but I didn't expect so many unstable factors to jump out halfway.

  This Fengyun Studio seems to be a bigger threat than I imagined, and it needs to be eradicated as soon as possible.

   Huateng stopped suddenly.

  A figure appeared in front of him.

  This is the third floor, which is also the residence of the National Cultural Center staff, and this is the only person who dares to stand in his way.

   "You are really stubborn, obviously everything can't be turned around." Huateng said indifferently.

   "That's what you brought me here for, testing? Or estimating?"

   "Neither, I just want to see, that's all." An old voice came from the dark side.

  An old man with white eyebrows and horizontal beard stood calmly in front of the birch vines, without showing any timidity.

   "Your vision is still so tricky." Huateng narrowed his eyes slightly, "But now, are you going to take your national cultural center and fall to them?"

   "Yan Jing, old man Yan."

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