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On February 7, 2009, at about 3 p.m. San Francisco time, in the San Francisco headquarters of Twitter Inc. in the United States—

A young man and a woman were sitting in the reception area of the office, and it seemed that the atmosphere was not very good.

"If it's a project to develop new materials, it's just that. A game studio? Are you sure you're not kidding?"

A fluent American English, which is more fluent than the average American, came out of the mouth of this beautiful woman who was obviously Asian, and by the way, there was a bit of anger bursting out between the lines.

She casually took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and then threw the investment document in her hand that she thought was child's play on the table.

"You asked me to write a report to you when I spend more than $10,000 in the future. ”

The man held the mobile phone with both hands, did not raise his head, and said a sentence calmly, and the calm tone really made people feel like they were itching with hatred.

If you look closely, you'll see a side-scrolling fighting game on his phone, with two villains performing all sorts of punch-to-flesh moves back and forth.

"What I mean by asking you to write a report is to let you use your supposedly genius brain to think about whether it's worth it every time you spend money!"

The woman's eyes stared sharply at the tall figure in front of her, who was bowing her head and playing with her mobile phone, and said through gritted teeth: "Twitter is our most promising investment project at present, and it has only been established for three years, and the amount of money you throw out every year is as high as millions! This time it is even more excessive, you actually plan to invest 10 million at a time in a game studio that has not yet been established, are you crazy?"

"I'm using my own money. The man was unmoved, still playing the game with his head down.

"Don't forget! In addition to my temporary position in the company, I also serve as your personal assistant!"

The woman leaned forward, slapped her hands on the table, and said in a loud voice, "Leo, it's true that you were one of the winners in that battle on Wall Street, but don't forget...... This is only the first time you have won in this hunting ground in the United States, and out of so many hunters, you may be the most insignificant novice!"

Finally, the man sighed lightly and temporarily put down the phone in his hand. He looked up, revealing a handsome face that had matured with time, and a pair of dark and shining eyes that seemed deeper and more mysterious.

"In recent years, with the rapid development of mobile devices and the introduction of various electronic products, I have a hunch that in the near future, the gaming industry, which has more possibilities for developing platforms, will be revitalized. ”

As he spoke, the man smiled at the slightly stunned woman, the smile was gentle and charming, and he slowly explained to the woman in a very clear pronunciation:

"It's a market opportunity, I don't want to miss it, and I'm going to take a look at it first. Also, that's why I insisted on sticking in with Apple. Although I don't really like their iOS system. ”

The man lowered his head again and continued to play the game, while saying: "Zoe, the reason why I want to join in that carnival on Wall Street is not for the money I get after the end, but so that I can use that money in the future to obtain greater benefits for myself." If you are like a housekeeper every day, holding on to the little treasury, I'm afraid I will really have to consider changing an assistant. ”

The woman was a little dumbfounded by his words, she pursed her lips, and then muttered in a low voice, "But...... You don't have to go that far to Finland, right? There are a lot of potential game companies in the United States, so you have to look at a small workshop with only six people?"

"Don't underestimate that there are only six people in the family, isn't the resume very rich?"

"You say the six of them have released 165 games on 12 platforms? I wonder if you want to sell your own game studio because you were rejected the iOS version of 'KOF' from Apple last time you asked Apple......

The man looked up at her in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Hey!"

"Just a joke. ”

The man shrugged his shoulders, with that gentle smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, and then lowered his head to play the fighting game on his mobile phone, and said softly: "I just took a fancy to them with my own eyes." Also, isn't the name of the studio they prepared also interesting?"

"You call it 'Supercell Oy'? Your orientation is as strange as ever. It's as incomprehensible as you would have wanted to name your company 'LJ'! Who would have thought this was a company that was worth more than a billion dollars in its early days?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to be praised by you like this. The man chuckled lowly, seemingly intently playing with his phone.

“leo!” The woman cried out in shame and anger.

"Alright, alright. ”

The man waved his hand and motioned for the woman to calm down.

"Zoe, no, I'll call you 'Zhi'er'...... Eh, don't stare, I'm not joking, I really like your Chinese name. ”

The woman, whose cheeks were slightly blushing, glared at the man in annoyance, but remained obedient and listened attentively to what he had to say.

"'Internally, each member is a different cell', 'supercell oy', what's so bad about the name? I see at least a little bit of the spirit that a true game maker should have. And, don't forget, I've always had a good eye. You're picked out of so many people by my eyes. ”

The flush on her face seemed to be a little thicker, but then the woman sneered and said, "Isn't it because you mistakenly thought I was Korean?"

The man's face froze, then he laughed dryly, quickly lowered his head, and pretended to play the game: "Actually...... Actually, I prefer China to South Korea. You don't know, when I was young, I did well in English, but I learned Chinese better, I just wonder if I am something, talented?

"Tick!"

At this moment, before the woman could further laugh at the man, a crisp sound came from the landline on the desk not far away, and then a pure American woman's voice came out of it.

"Sir, your guest at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Panetta, has arrived in the lobby on the first floor. ”

The man gave the woman a puzzled look, "Which one is this?"

"Remember the guy from Wall Street I told you about yesterday? ”

The woman stood up and walked to the desk.

"Didn't you say the man was called 'greyson'?" the man asked, frowning.

"I'm talking about 'greyson' with a first name, not a 'grayson' with a last name!"

The woman walked to the desk, looked back at the man helplessly, then turned her head away, pressed the call button on the landline and said, "Please let him in...... Also, it is enough to prepare two cups of coffee. ”

"Yes, ma'am. ”

After receiving a polite reply from the front desk secretary, the woman turned around and said to the man, "Greyson Panetta, an Italian-American." I tried to see what he was trying to do, but it didn't work out well. As far as I can judge, his background is not small, so I might as well meet him...... I'm going to the bank in the afternoon, so I'm not going to accompany me. ”

The woman picked up her coat on the sofa, picked up the document she had thrown on the table, and bared her snow-white teeth cutely at the man.

“k——o!”

The mobile phone in the man's hand happened to make a loud prompt, and while he put down the phone and rubbed his sore neck with his hand, he chuckled and said, "I heard that someone on Wall Street recently gave me a nickname in private?"

"Hmm~" A faint nasal voice came out of the woman's nose, "I've heard it too, what does it seem to be called...... 'Lion Heart'?"

"That sounds like a good nickname, but didn't you want to redesign a company logo lately?

The woman looked at him strangely and said, "As far as I know, the Lionheart King in history has a bad reputation. ”

It's a kind of strength that can make people scared, and this kind of strength can make irrelevant little people look longer, save a lot of unnecessary trouble, and attract more people of the same level to come over, although I don't know if these people have good intentions or hostility in their hearts. ”

The man smiled, clapped his hands and stood up, turning his head to look at the closed door of the office. When the woman saw the situation, she couldn't help but follow his line of sight and looked over with him.

"For example, now...... I'm curious to know what this Mr. Greyson, who claims to be from Wall Street, came to me, a guy who doesn't have a good reputation these days, for what he was up to. You know, I came back to San Francisco to hide from some people on Wall Street......"

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Sir, ma'am, Mr. Panetta has arrived. ”

The woman said goodbye to the man, "I'll go first." ”

"Hmm. ”

While sending the woman out, the man also saw a rather wealthy middle-aged white man invited in by a front desk secretary of the company, who had distinct facial features and obvious Italian characteristics in his appearance.

"woo!"

However, before the man could ask the middle-aged man named Greyson to sit down, another white young man suddenly burst in from outside the office door, and he hurried in, not even noticing that there was another person in the room.

"'The Black Sea' is happening again! This time in Thailand—"

In the middle of his words, the white young man suddenly noticed that there were still outsiders in the office, and quickly shut his mouth.

The middle-aged man named Greyson first squinted his eyes without a trace, and then before he could come back to his senses, he suddenly saw the man who had just shaken hands and met turned his head to look at him.

"Mr. Panetta...... It seems unfortunate that we should have to make another appointment another day. ”

Greyson was stunned when he heard this, and just wanted to say something, but his eyes touched the man's eyes, and his heart suddenly sank, and he subconsciously closed his mouth firmly.

It was a pair of eyes full of piercing chills, like a fierce male lion emitting a dangerous aura.

This made him almost immediately think of the nickname that the man in front of him had been named not long ago.

He had the delusion that if he dared to show the slightest reluctance at this time, this young man, who was only in his early twenties this year, would definitely not mind pushing himself out roughly.

You must know that in the monstrous wave of Wall Street that almost swept the world last year, this young man did not change his face and devoured many "old-timers" who were old enough to be his grandfather......

Now, Greyson has only one question in his mind.

What exactly is the "Black Ocean"?

Literary Network M.