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"Mr. Li, please trouble me. My dad likes to drink. Can you help me make some good wine?"

The reason why he asked Li Shangfei for help was mainly because he said before that he also bought Moutai for his parents.

Not long after, Li Shangfei replied to the letter.

"Send me the address, will two boxes be enough?"

"Enough, how much?"

Brothers have to settle accounts clearly, not to mention that the two are just acquaintances, Chai Rang is extremely grateful for being able to help him in this favor.

"[-] is not too much, and [-] is not too much, let's see."

Chai Rang turned over 8 to 8, which was higher than the median, which was also auspicious.

Li Shangfei, who was reading a novel at the other end, saw the amount, smiled slightly, and clicked to confirm.

"This kid, it's interesting."

After thinking about it, I edited another message.

"Next month, the Kyoto Marathon, shall we go? Let's compete again."

"Go, it's an honor!"

"OK!"

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, nothing more than that.

If it was the former Chai Rang, even if he had Li Shangfei's prestige, he probably wouldn't dare to disturb others just because of a few bottles of wine.

But the current him, probably because of the system, has unprecedented confidence and confidence.

Because he knows that sooner or later he will reach Li Shangfei's height, and even surpass him.

On Friday, Chen Jing told Chai Rang that the contract process with Hongcheng Huyu was over.

That is to say, from this moment on, "Swordsman", a game that Chai Rang spent a lot of effort on, completely belongs to Qingyun Technology.

Of course, so far, no one knows that the company that bought "Swordsman" is the leather bag company that Chai Rang asked Chen Jing to register on purpose.

It wasn't until Chai Rangla, Li Jiaqi and Lao Bi began to match each other that the true face of Qingyun Technology surfaced.

"I said who spent 2000 million to snatch this game from that bastard Li Jun. It turned out to be you, Boss Chai!"

Lao Bi didn't realize it until now.

He also knows Chai Rang's feelings for this game, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has put all his efforts into it.

What he was curious about was where did this kid get the 2500 million. If they had the money more than a year ago, they wouldn't have suffered so much.

"Low-key, low-key, if Li Jun finds out about this, he should be pissed off."

"We have to let him know that we'd better make running water and make him so angry!" Old Bi cursed a few words bitterly.

"Boss Chai, you are making Brother Qing very uncomfortable." Li Jiaqi said with mixed feelings.

"Well, you and Qing brother send a message, it just happens to be the weekend, let's have a meal with Trident."

Chai Rang also felt a little uninteresting, this time he was tantamount to snatching meat from Dong Ziqing's mouth.

When he left, there were basically no games in the R&D department.

Then take away "The Wind and Cloud of Swords". If there is no accident, Dong Ziqing should now be the commander in chief.

On Friday night, Chai Rang booked a private room at the Dongjiao Hotel, which can be regarded as the realization of a common dream of the Tridents.

"I heard from Lao Bi that your new project is almost done?"

It was supposed to be 'our new project', but now it has become 'your new project', Dong Ziqing shook his head a little uncomfortable: fate!

"The public beta is expected to start in the middle of next month. If there is no accident, it will be officially launched on National Day." This is not a secret, and Dong Ziqing is not an outsider. Chai Rang explained the situation one by one.

"Why do you think of eating today? It's still such a high-end place?"

"Isn't this our dream at the beginning? In addition, I feel sorry for you for something."

Although Chai Rang didn't know how to speak, it wasn't a problem to hide it all the time, so he just made it clear.

"What's the matter?" Dong Ziqing looked puzzled, Red Orange Interactive Entertainment and Qingyun Technology have nothing to do with each other at present.

"The buyer of "Swordsman" is me."

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

Dong Ziqing stared at Chai Rang blankly for half a minute, and then slowly let out a breath.

"It's a good thing. This game is in Li Jun's hands, and there is basically no future. Selling it to you can be regarded as returning it to the original owner. After all, you have spent a lot of energy."

"If I had known it was you who bought it, I wouldn't have charged such a high price."

"You paid the price of 2000 million?" Chai Rang looked a little surprised.

"The initial price was 1500 million, and Li Jun was already very satisfied. In the end, I raised the price to 2000 million."

Dong Ziqing briefly explained what happened.

Chai Rang didn't pay much attention to these, he just asked Chen Jing to communicate boldly.

As for the price, he didn't ask much, and he didn't think Li Jun could have a high opinion.

The fact is exactly the same. If Dong Ziqing hadn't stepped in, it is estimated that 1500 million could be won.

"It doesn't matter, the extra 500 million will be used as an increase in Brother Qing's performance."

"There is a fart performance. The money does not belong to the R&D department. It has nothing to do with me." Dong Ziqing twitched the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was not very satisfied.

"Oh? That's right. This is also in line with Li Jun's character. As long as the people below are not starving to death or running away, he will not give meat to eat."

"I still eat meat, so it's good to drink some soup and water."

After that, the three of them didn't talk about business matters any more, they chatted about the glorious years of the past, which was very embarrassing.

The three brothers drank until it was nearly twelve o'clock, and then went back to their respective homes.

During the meal, Chai Rang also asked Dong Ziqing if he had any plans.

Dong Ziqing's answer was to muddle along and treat it as working in a public institution, which is how it used to be anyway.

It can be seen that after having a wife and children, Dong Ziqing's ambitions have been sapped a lot.

He is no longer the high-spirited leader of the Trident.

When I got home, the headlights in the living room had been turned off, leaving only a few floor lamps.

The two of them appeared to be asleep.

"Why did you go in the middle of the night?"

The sudden voice almost frightened Chai Rang to his knees.

"You are sick. You are standing on the stairs in the middle of the night. Don't you know that people are scary?"

Chai Rang was almost frightened to death by Gong Mingyue standing at the stairs, and when she saw clearly that it was her and there was still a shadow on the ground, she clutched her heart and leaned against the wall to breathe hard.

"What's so fierce, people are worried about you. Hmph, a dog biting Lu Dongbin, you don't know a good heart, so I don't care about you."

After speaking, he stuffed a bottle of pure milk into Chai Rang's hand, twisted the big millstone and went back to the house.

"I just said that you have no cash, so I just took out 2000 million, Chai Rang, Chai Rang, it's quite deep."

Talking a few words to herself, Gong Mingyue fiddled with her own curls, thinking of something, her face full of spring.

Chai Rang, who was leaning against the wall, watched the figure of the little demon girl gradually disappear, and then let out a heavy breath.

"You wait for me, and I will clean you up sooner or later."