Liu Dong's face turned red with anger, but he couldn't find any rebuttal words.c

He wanted to find the pride of the Chinese gaming industry, but he searched all over his memories and only thought of a few guys who were accusing foreign games on the Chinese Internet, such as Shengda, such as Tengxun and Huang Yi, who recently joined the game field.

Original game? Nothing at all!

The company Yuncheng Network has just been established less than half a year ago. As far as I know, the only performance that this company can achieve is probably Cloud Platform, Cloud 4 Network and "Rhythm Master".

It happened that Liu Dong had never been involved in the game "Rhythm Master", so he found that he didn't seem to know much about Yuncheng Network.

Do you have to say that this company's videos are beautiful?

"The Lord of the Rings CG is a work of Yuncheng Network!" Liu Dong said with confidence.

Kissinger was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Even if what you said is true, it can only prove that this company is unique in the field of video production. As for Chinese Games? I still retain my point of view."

He murmured in a low voice: "I thought this video was a work from a European country."

Liu Dong's expression froze. He felt that the more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt, and at this time he felt a little more difficult to get off. Because the foreigner sat calmly in his seat, staring at him with a playful face, letting him leave, either continue to discuss or not.? 1? Read? Book c?

"You're a little stubborn, okay, I'll find a way to prove your stubborn uselessness and childishness," Kissinger said.

"Who is afraid of who? Red-haired Gentleman!" Liu Dong choked in anger.

Kissinger sneered slightly, glanced at Liu Dong, and wrote on his mobile phone: The quality level of Chinese game practitioners is almost the same as their game level. In the venue, the staff of a game company had a fierce dispute with the tourists present.

Then it clicked and sent to the receiving server of the gamespy editorial department.

"Then let's go and have a look." Kissinger picked up his backpack and walked in front.

Liu Dong was angry and stepped heavily on the ground, following closely behind. He didn't want to think too much about anything in his mind. He had already run away from the sky. He could not stand this obvious provocation, let alone a red-haired foreigner.

His strong national self-esteem made him unable to make any concessions.

"Damn it." Liu Dong cursed. He was not as calm as his expression, but nervous: he was extremely hopeful at this time, and never so eager. He was looking forward to Yuncheng Network being able to come up with something that made them look perfect internationally, at least better than the Perfect World... This is the minimum.

The distance is not far.??w·a?n? About tens of meters.

Kissinger saw a crowd gathered in the distance, shouting fiercely, and his expression was excited.

He confirmed the location of the booth, which was exactly a11, which is the location of Yuncheng Network.

"What's going on?" He was a little confused. At this time, a press release urge came from the mobile phone again, which read: Kissinger, hurry up and send the latest situation. The editor-in-chief asked you to do it as soon as possible! We are conducting live pictures and text broadcasts!

He frowned, first took a photo of the crowd, and then typed on his phone: This is a game company from China, and the excited players seemed to be protesting with some kind of strong emotions.

Before Kissinger could enter, he once met a big fool - the rookie reporter of ZDF, Wolfgang. He used a few compliments to exchange for some useful information without any effort. This made Kissinger completely look down on Wolfgang.

Wolfgang was extremely excited, and he waved his hat desperately, greeted Kissinger, "Mr. Gentleman!"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you here? Oh my God, I want to assure you something! This is definitely one of the most interesting game companies I have ever seen. No, it should be the biggest surprise at this Berlin Game Show!" Wolfgang said in a row, his emotions were a little exaggerated, and he was excited and spitting on Kissinger's face.

Kissinger almost cursed, this guy with no hair growing in full bloom was really polite. He looked down on the young man Wolfgang from the bottom of his heart, and immediately became resistant to these remarks in his subconscious, even though he had not had time to verify the authenticity.

"If you meet big scenes, play more games, and try new things, you will never be as frivolous as you are today." Kissinger preached in a predecessor's manner.

Wolfgang's eyes were still filled with the excitement that made Kissinger hate. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "Mr. Kissinger, if you really witness their game, you will never say such things again. I even gave up all the other interviews. No manuscript is as meaningful as this time. I will be the first reporter to report on Yuncheng Network!"

"Do you still remember the prize recommendation quotas that all registered reporters who participated in the Berlin Game Exhibition have? I gave all the recommendation quotas of zdf to this company, and I just handed them over to the organizer - well, including the one from Senior Merkel. His recommendation card was forgotten in my backpack, and I think he wouldn't mind."

"Don't mind?!" Kissinger widened his eyes, as if he had heard something incredible, and laughed: "You idiot, Merkel must want to let you disappear from the earth immediately now. I remember what Merkel's reputation was before? 'The most vicious senior journalist in Berlin'? I think his title will be changed in a few days."

Although Wolfgang is a rookie with little experience, it does not mean that he cannot understand the insults others have given him. He was a little angry and said, "Merkel has long said that you are a villain, and it is true. I stick to my point of view."

Kissinger smiled angrily: "Then I will argue your point until it is completely gone, how about it?" He strided over Wolfgang's shoulder and deliberately hit the rookie with his shoulder.

Directly towards the exhibition area of ​​Yuncheng Network.

"You're right, this red-haired ghost is a complete villain." Liu Dong said to Wolfgang, and followed.

Wolfgang looked at the "Perfect International" work clothes that Liu Dong was wearing, and his eyes lit up: "I must go and have another Chinese game company!"

He took out a small notebook, which was densely written with keywords such as "unbelievable", "magic", "undescribable", and the name of "Yuncheng Network".

Wolfgang left.

Kissinger finally arrived at the exhibition area of ​​Yuncheng Network.

"Andalil, you are the best!"

"You are my e-sports goddess!"

"Which level is this? It's the sixth level. It should be the best-performing challenger at present."

What exactly are they cheering?

He was tall and could see the scene in the crowd by just tiptoeing. However, what he saw made him stunned. He thought it was an illusion, and subconsciously reached out and wiped his eyes, but the things he saw did not change at all.

A group of staggering zombies rushed towards... a group of potatoes? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!