"It had been less than two years, yet the online game industry and game quality had developed rapidly. The online games of the past were gradually being eliminated."
As Chen Hao spoke, the images of the earlier games were swept away by a gust of wind.
"Today's online game graphics look like this, this, and this."
They were replaced by screenshots of other games with their names hidden. The images appeared on the screen, showing some improvement in graphics and modeling. They had become more refined and were no longer made up of pixelated people.
Although the game names were hidden, everyone below had spent years struggling in the gaming industry. They recognized them at a glance: Legend of Mir, Fantasy Westward Journey, Legend, and Stone Age—the online games currently holding the highest shares of the Internet café market.
But that was not all. What truly opened their eyes was what happened next.
"Ugly graphics," "crude quests," and "shoddy production" transformed into several huge red words with steel-stamp effects. Accompanied by the clanging sound of heavy metal music, they came crashing down onto the images.
This blatant smear campaign against competitors sent the media people below into collective ecstasy. They were terrified of there being no major news.
They had originally intended to put on a show and complete their assignments out of consideration for the travel allowance. But now they realized that this press conference was actually quite exciting. Watching the young man onstage remain calm and composed while delivering such brazen remarks created a bizarre contrast.
Several of them had even already thought of the headlines they would publish later.
"Miracle: Every Online Game Here Is Garbage!"
"Black Horse Arrives, Miracle Descends"
"Legend Retreats, the New King Arrives"
The priority of those headlines in their minds rose sharply