COSCO Lecture Hall.

From time to time, staff with signs hanging on their chests walked around to help arrange seats and serve tea and water.

It was about a few dozen meters long and wide, with more than two hundred seats. It was covered with people in black, and there were many people who had no seats next to it, holding long spears and short cannons to shoot around.

"Good guy, all the media in Yunhai City have come here?" A reporter wearing a red baseball cap asked his companions around him.

The colleagues were debugging the machine in their hands, and seemed extremely focused and attentive, without raising their heads, "How much does it cost to get you this time?"

The reporter of the red baseball cap first stretched out five fingers, then stretched out two with his other hand, and put together the two fingers in total, and he happily said: "Seven thousand, a full seven thousand. This is just the money for the interview, and the cost of the manuscript is calculated separately."

"I'm about the same, 7,500. This company is quite generous. Look at the people in the front row." He pointed to the row of seats nearest the rostrum.

The reporter from the baseball cap was surprised, "What kind of energy does this company have brought all the big shots from both the political and business circles?"

On the row closest to the rostrum, there were middle-aged men in suits and ties, chatting and laughing, sometimes pretending to be cheerful and cheerful, showing a look of great interest.

"Old Li, I haven't seen you for many years, and your style is still as good as that of the past! How is the company? I heard that you have opened the 20th branch today."

"Where is it, your boss Zheng's business is booming. I heard that he has recently started a big project with the government?"

"Oh, where did you hear it? No, absolutely nothing..."

This is all a cliché between businessmen and politicians.

In the corner, two foreign-looking men were communicating in German.

"Leslie, I remember you hate Chinese electronic games? I remember you denounced these things as electronic waste that pollutes the eyeballs." A man with deep eyes, a slightly flat nose bridge and brown eyes whispered.

The person he talked to was named Leslie, with a hooked nose, and his eyes were a bit cold, and he looked like he was the kind of person who was difficult to get along with.

Leslie first stretched out her finger, wiped it gently on the chair, then put it in front of her eyes and observed it carefully. After confirming that there was no dust, she sat in the seat in the lecture hall with a little disgust.

After doing these actions, he slowly replied: "Luke, although I have always insisted on the view that Chinese games are garbage, you have to be clear that it is my job to inspect the exhibition works of the Berlin Game Exhibition. Even if this process is as disgusting as eating the shit of an old man who has been fifty years old, I still have to sit here and listen to the group of yellow-skinned monkeys above touting a pile of garbage to the sky."

Luke agreed: "Of course I know, but I don't. This prejudiced vision will definitely affect the inspection report you are about to submit to the headquarters. In addition, on the territory of Chinese people, I think it is necessary to be careful when you speak so as to avoid trouble."

"Trouble?" Leslie said seriously as if he had heard some big joke: "I really don't think any trouble these yellow-skinned monkeys can bring me."

"This gentleman... If it is Germany now, your statement just now will be enough to let you go to the police station to drink foot wash water for racial discrimination!" Zheng Lin's face was angry, barely maintaining his politeness, and said sarcastically in German.

Leslie was stunned, then looked unhappy on her face: "God will not punish someone for telling the truth. If you want me to shut up, please prove to me from the perspective of social engineering that you Chinese people are not only able to create garbage, oh, no, they are imitating garbage. After all, this is a copycat country..."

"You're enough!" Zheng Lin grabbed Leslie's collar and shouted angrily.

Then he found that his actions attracted too much attention. He did not accept the invitation from the Emperor Star Number, but he sneaked in.

Zheng Lin had just left the company and planned to take a bus home. On the bus, a person who looked like a reporter called a loud voice, and mentioned the game press conference of Dixing Company. So he followed the reporter to the China COSCO lecture hall, and then found a gap and touched it in.

Seeing Zheng Lin disappearing into the crowd like a loach, Leslie could only tidy up her tie and said angrily: "Don't let me see that bastard again!"

"Okay, Leslie, our translation has arrived. Can you maintain your gentlemanly image?" Luke persuaded helplessly.

"I'm sorry, two gentlemen, I'm late..." A young woman ran over in a panic and said apologetically.

Leslie did not answer, resting in her seat with her eyes closed.

Luke smiled and replied: "It's okay, Miss Shen Man, you are actually very punctual, because we came here in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, melodious piano music suddenly sounded in the venue.

The light gradually lowered the brightness so that the huge LED screen directly behind the rostrum could be displayed more clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It's six o'clock in the evening of Beijing time, the first game launch of Dixing Digital Co., Ltd.. Our Dixing Digital Company is based on the creative and innovative company culture, with the most outstanding technicians and the most comprehensive planning solutions. We are confident that we will become the leader of the tide that leads the Chinese game industry. In the near future, our Dixing Digital will represent China to participate in the annual game exhibition in Berlin, Germany..."

Qu Xianfeng was in high spirits in front of the rostrum, sometimes clenched his fists and sometimes raised his hands, full of the image of an IT entrepreneurial elite.

He was very eloquent. Before he could finish a key point, he would deliberately pause for a moment. Then applause sounded in the COSCO lecture hall and flashed frequently.

Qu Xianfeng looked energetic, raised his arm, aimed at the LED display screen behind him, and said: "Now, please invite our chief engineer, one of the most outstanding game planners in China, Mr. Wang Fengwei introduced us to this perhaps the best online game in the Eastern Hemisphere!"

Wang Fengwei made great strides and walked towards the rostrum. He was wearing a gray-brown casual suit and specially tied his belt to make his belly look less prominent.

His expression was relaxed, and he first pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose... in fact, they were flat glasses, and there was no degree at all.

"Ahem, this is a music game independently developed by Dixing Company. After more than half a year of hard work and countless brainstorms, our team created this new game that is enough to make up for the shortcomings of the Chinese gaming industry."

He manipulated the HP laptop placed on the rostrum, and the LED screen projected his operating interface on the computer in real time.

Wang Fengwei held the wireless laser pen, pressed the button on the pen, and opened the video clip introducing the game.

He said to the reporters in the audience, "This is the creative process of our team. We have made this unforgettable energy into a short film. I believe that it will give other young people who want to join the game production industry some inspiration and ideas in general..."

It was silent, and almost everyone had the same expression of seeing a ghost.

Then there was a hum of low discussion.

Whether it is the front row of the big guys in the political and business circles, the media reporters further away, or the bosses of other game companies... their expressions are a bit weird.

Leslie suddenly became excited and jumped up from her seat, looking at the LED screen in surprise.

Zheng Lin was hiding in the corner of the lecture hall. He stared at the screen, and was shocked and speechless.

Some people even pointed at the screen with a look of confusion and admiration.

Only then did Wang Fengwei realize something was wrong—

"Why is the video silent?"

He turned around and was stunned.
Chapter completed!