The chance encounter was meant to catch the streamers' attention.
And showing them the concept art behind Wu Wei's back, "breaking the rules," was meant to spark their curiosity and interest.
Otherwise, revealing the concept art without the approval of Wu Wei, the sponsor, would technically have been a violation of the rules.
Shen Yunshi was, after all, an experienced artist.
She was especially careful about such matters.
As for Wu Wei's identity as Old Thief being exposed later, and his spur-of-the-moment decision to give away a two-hundred-yuan co-branded keyboard, that only made Shen Yunshi admire him even more.
Not only was he an outstanding game designer, but his adaptability and marketing instincts were far beyond those of ordinary people!
If this had happened to an average student, they probably would have clashed with Xiang Tianming from the very beginning.
If that had happened, they would have been thrown out long ago.
The streamers' arrival and subsequent turnaround would have been out of the question.
"Now, things can be considered temporarily settled,"
Old Zhang said as he relaxed and stood up, rolling his neck.
"That had everyone worried sick..."
"It's not over yet."
Before he had finished speaking, Wu Wei took a sip of water and said it.
"Huh?"
Old Zhang and Shen Yunshi both froze.
"What isn't over?"
Wu Wei calmly screwed the cap back onto the bottle, then smiled faintly and gestured toward the Music Master booth next door.
"Ever heard of a salted fish turning over?"
As he spoke, Wu Wei turned his head and cast a sinister look at Xiang Tianming's sparsely populated booth.
Old Zhang smiled knowingly.
"I need to correct you there."
"It should be, 'A gentleman never lets a grudge go unavenged.'"
.
.
"What are you planning to do?"
Old Zhang asked Wu Wei.
"Simple."
Wu Wei shrugged.
"Doesn't he like calling in favors? Don't people like doing him favors? Then let all those favors go back and find him."
Wu Wei did not choose to confront Xiang Tianming directly.
In truth, Wu Wei had already completely broken free of Xiang Tianming's restraints. He had even thoroughly surpassed Xiang Tianming.
He could easily find an opportunity to drag Xiang Tianming out and break his ribs.
But that would have been far too boring.
Wu Wei was not a vicious person.
But that did not mean he was easy to bully.
Sometimes, repaying every slight was not a derogatory trait.
Wu Wei was exactly that kind of person.
If you did not provoke me, we could live in peace.
If I won, I would not deliberately flaunt it.
If I lost, then I was simply less skilled and would willingly admit defeat.
But if you used dirty tricks to come after me, then sorry—don't blame me for using some inhuman methods.
Wu Wei's words left Old Zhang somewhat confused.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"You'll understand soon enough."
Wu Wei took out his tablet, opened Zhiyou's website, and entered the section for this year's University Game Expo.
Their page still had not been fixed.
Wu Wei sneered, started a screen recording, and tapped around a few times.
After recording it, he opened the Zhiyou Forum and used an alt account to make a post.
Why can't I find the game "Dance of Ice and Fire"? Didn't they say there were a hundred games at this Game Expo? I counted twice, and there are only ninety-nine?
Replies quickly appeared below:
"Same question. I just finished watching Boss's stream and wanted to find the game, but I can't."
"Me too. So isn't 'Dance of Ice and Fire' an exhibitor game at the Game Expo?"
"Are you kidding? The streamers played it at the Game Expo. How could it not be an exhibitor game?"
"The key question is, why did they promise a hundred games, then kick Dance of Ice and Fire out?"
"There's something wrong with the page. When you get to the last page, swipe one more page forward and wait a moment. It'll show up."
"..."
"Holy shit, it's really there! Thanks, bro!"
"Bro, you're awesome!"
"What kind of garbage design is this?"
"Why did they stick Dance of Ice and Fire on a page like that?"
"Probably a page bug?"
"I do web programming. Come on, man, there's no such bug. I'd say there's a ninety-percent chance Old Thief Wu Wei is being targeted."
"I think so too. Otherwise, why would a game like that be placed in the most useless corner of the venue?"
"Isn't this a little too much? Wasn't it supposed to be a fair competition?"
"Who knows."
"There are only two rhythm games in this venue. One is that Music Master thing, and the other is Platinum's Dance of Ice and Fire. Bros, I've said enough. Those who get it, get it."
"Holy shit! Isn't that a bit too much?"
"So that rhythm game by the entrance..."
The replies stopped abruptly there.
When he refreshed, he found that the post had been deleted.
Wu Wei smiled, switched to another alt account, and posted a similar question.
After it received more than a dozen replies in a short time, it was deleted again.
He posted again.
It was deleted again.
He posted again.
It was deleted again.
After doing this four or five times, Old Zhang, who had been watching from the side, could not make sense of it anymore.
"Old Wu? Why are you getting worked up with them? The Zhiyou people are obviously deleting the posts on purpose so no one can discuss this!"
"Mm, that's right."
Wu Wei looked up at Old Zhang.
"I know."
"You know, and you're still wasting your time..."
"If I didn't do this, how would everyone know they were doing it on purpose, rather than it being a page bug?"
The corners of Wu Wei's lips curled up slightly, his face wearing a playful smile.
"If I didn't do this, how could I stir up the resentment of the other players on the forum?"
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