The next day, Fang Cheng woke up and meditated for half an hour, and then began to water the spiritual grass in his apartment.

Halfway through the watering, he did a trick for himself on a whim, then changed into a casual sportswear, walked slowly towards the city center at the speed of a walk, and arrived at the McDonald's store on the negative floor of the downtown subway plaza at 11:13 p.m.

After looking at the time, he ordered two plain bansaki, ten pieces of chicken McNuggets and a large fries under the courteous greeting of the clerk, and then sat by the window to eat fries, nibble on a hamburger, and waited silently.

At eleven thirty, a middle-aged man in a white half-sleeve walked in, ordered a glass of Coke, and walked diagonally across from Fangcheng.

Without paying attention to the person diagonally opposite, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number, and the mobile phone placed on the table by Fang Cheng vibrated synchronously.

The sudden sound startled the middle-aged man, and his knee involuntarily hit the small table, and the Coke placed on it bounced up, and was easily pinched in Fang Cheng's hand at the moment when it was about to land.

Placing Zhongke opposite the middle-aged man, Fang Cheng connected the mobile phone with a smile, and then put the mobile phone to his ear: "Hello, I'm Fang Cheng." When we first met, you were the boss of Flying Studio, Sun Jie. ”

Hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng took the dinner plate under the other party's dumbfounded gaze, and then slowly burned an original plate and ate it.

While he was eating, Sun Jie's face was stunned, and he kept looking at Fang Cheng in front of him, and the confusion in his heart was about to overflow.

Why is the other party here?

Why did the other person know that he would be calling him here?

Why did he sit diagonally across from him?

His mind was already occupied by all kinds of doubts, and in the end he could only come to one conclusion.

"You're following me!" Sun Jue asked in a lost voice.

"What do you think?" Fang Cheng picked up the second burger.

The ambiguous answer made Sun Jue feel like he was facing a great enemy.

According to his inference, Fang Cheng should be in his studio now, still hesitating whether to keep Huang Ping or abandon the other party. No matter how he chooses, he will be brought to his rhythm by Sun Jue with his rich experience.

After that, this talented studio owner with little social experience will be taken to the ditch by himself, and he will be able to buy "Quiet Self-cultivation" even after coaxing, and he has to thank us afterwards.

But now, Fang Cheng's sudden appearance directly disrupted all his plans, making him feel that the young man in front of him was mysterious and had an extraordinary energy.

He even wondered if someone under his command had been a commercial spy and had secretly sold his whereabouts.

Hell, why did an ordinary commercial acquisition become a suspense film?

Habitually biting the straw, he did not drink Coke, but bit the straw in his mouth to relieve the anxiety caused by quitting smoking.

Finally calming down, he looked at Fang Cheng and said seriously: "The lawyer's letter ......"

"Don't mention useless things, let's get to the point."

Sun Jue was choked again, and the momentum he had just accumulated disappeared in an instant.

Obviously, he is the producer of a large company, and the president of the company has to greet him with a smile when he sees him.

But in front of Fang Cheng, he felt that he was the weak party.

The other party's mystery made him unable to figure out the details of Fang Cheng, so he could only rebuild his strength, and then said: "I think ......"

"The current sales volume of "Quiet to Slim Down" is 3 million copies, and the current profit is about 240 million. The game is speculated to sell 10 million copies this year, and if an international version is launched, the revenue will be higher. ”

The hamburger's wrapper was crumpled into a ball, and Fang Cheng threw it lightly, and the wrapper fell into the trash can ten meters away.

Slowly wiping his hands with a napkin, Fang Cheng said with a smile: "If you want to buy, then how much can you give?" ”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Fang Cheng thought of something again, and continued: "We still have passes, fifteen every month, about forty percent of players buy and have the willingness to continue to buy, how much do you think this is?" ”

The disadvantage of mortals in the face of immortals was exposed at this moment.

As long as he is willing, Fang Cheng can easily hear the other party's heartbeat, judge the other party's emotions from the other party's heartbeat, and even calculate what the other party wants to do next with his powerful computing power.

In front of the immortals, everything in mortals is an open card.

However, usually, Fang Cheng doesn't like to look at it so carefully, after all, he is wandering away from the red dust, allowing himself to be confused will help him understand the fun of the game, and then make a good game.

Now it's open to feel the feeling of information asymmetry in war, and then I realize that it's not good to let the player know too much, and the game doesn't seem to be difficult.

When he was in Tianxiong, Mr. Shen repeatedly emphasized that overly simple games were not interesting, and now Fang Cheng thinks so.

Unlike Fang Cheng, who was trying to enjoy the war, Sun Jie, who was sitting opposite Fang Cheng, was already dying.

The rhythm of the negotiation that he was proud of had been completely shattered, and whatever he wanted to say was guessed by the young man in front of him.

Sitting opposite the other party, he suspected that the color of his underwear was known to the other party, and all that was left for him was endless shame.

Barely revealing a distorted smile, he looked at Fang Cheng and said, "Mr. Fang...... You're not afraid ......."

"Don't be afraid."

"I haven't ...... yet"

"Doesn't that mean we plagiarized?"

"Why are you ......?"

"That's all you have for your cards, you can guess them at will. So, do you have any other hole cards? ”

Standing up with a smile, Fang Cheng's face was pale, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look at his Sun Du from beginning to end and said, "Thank you, you made me understand how boring a crushing battle can be. I look forward to you attacking me in other ways in the future, and I welcome you at any time. ”

After eating the last fries, Fang Cheng patted Sun Jie's shoulder in a friendly way, and then left with the plate in his hand.

Although Fang Cheng left and the like, Sun Jue never dared to move.

They had only been in contact for a short half hour, but the feeling of oppression like Tarzan's pressure was still there, as if the other party had never left.

After sitting in a daze for an hour, Sun Jue dared to stretch out his hand and drink the Coke placed in front of him.

The Coke was out of gas, the ice inside melted, and the temperature rose, making the glass of Coke unpalatable.

But he still gulped down on Coke, as if it was the only thing he could drink on his deathbed.

At the same time, he couldn't help but start thinking back to Fang Cheng's words.

Every word, every word, every tone is like someone has carved it into the brain with a chisel, and you can't forget it.

At this time, the phone rang, and the secretary's voice appeared in his ear: "Boss, you can answer the phone." Didn't you go to talk to Fangcheng Studio? The result? ”

"I want to live a few more years."

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

"I'm ready to retire."

That night, the news of the retirement of the game butcher Sun Du set off a small wave in the game circle.

Some people were elated, others were confused, and Fang Cheng, who knew the truth, had only one idea.

Crushing battles are really not fun.

This is true for the losers, and it is also true for the winners.

So, it's going to be difficult!