Even if we took ten thousand steps back!
Wu Wei had no previous work like Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy!
He was just an unknown rookie designer!
Sun Bin knew exactly how significant the "Self-tuning System" was.
It was a "revolution" in the gaming world!
It was a groundbreaking, era-defining technology!
It fundamentally cured the pain point of "rhythm game feel" in that genre!
A person like that!
And you, Xiang Dahai, actually asked me to go after him?!
The more Sun Bin thought about it, the angrier he became.
At first, he had no idea that Wu Wei's game had clashed with Xiang Tianming's genre!
Xiang Dahai hadn't told him!
Back then, Xiang Dahai had only said that some ignorant trash designer had picked a fight for no reason and beaten up his son, and that he had to vent this anger.
Now that he thought about it,
Sun Bin had every reason to believe that Fang Dahai had known everything all along!
He had simply been afraid Sun Bin would refuse, so he hadn't mentioned it at all!
Bang!
At that thought, Sun Bin's fury surged as he slammed his hand hard on the table!
Then he picked up the phone!
Fang Dahai had started this mess. He couldn't carry all the blame himself!
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Fang Dahai glanced at his phone. It was Sun Bin calling, and he let out a long snort before hanging up again.
The situation had escalated far beyond Xiang Dahai's expectations.
He didn't dare answer Sun Bin's call.
Because he knew full well that Sun Bin was calling to demand an explanation!
Now, every major gaming social media platform was flooded with condemnation and discussion about this Game Expo!
"Why is Zhiyou deleting posts? Because they've got a guilty conscience, obviously."
"If you've got the guts, come over to Big Player and try deleting posts here!"
"What fairness and impartiality? Their behavior is disgusting enough already, and deleting posts is even uglier."
"Here's a joke: Chinese game designers are rising."
"That joke above actually made me laugh. With Zhiyou acting like this, Chinese games will never get better."
"The rot starts at the roots. Even the big platforms are stuffing themselves with dirty money. How can anyone expect them to make good games?"
"Didn't Zhiyou say they were nurturing designers a while ago? They probably only nurtured jokes like Music Master."
"Waiting for a public apology from Mingye Game and the Zhiyou Platform."
There was no end to the denunciations aimed at Zhiyou!
The players' anger had even spread to the obviously shady Mingye Game!
Clearly, this rigged operation was merely the fuse.
What the players were venting was their dissatisfaction and complaints over the dark underbelly of Chinese gaming!
How many years had it been?!
Chinese games had been ignored by major game companies around the world!
While China had risen across the board, games—the ninth art—had been left far behind by other countries!
Like football, they had become a laughingstock!
Players hated that it had failed to live up to expectations! They mourned its misfortune!
Now, at long last, there was a designer behind a hit game.
Old Thief Wu Wei and his Platinum Studio had stepped forward.
They had let players see the new generation of game designers' devotion to games and their responsibility toward players!
Yet you wanted to use such filthy methods to strangle one of the few remaining hopes of Chinese gaming in its cradle!
We players would never accept that!
You wanted to delete posts?
Fine.
You controlled Zhiyou's forum, and you could delete our posts there like mad.
But I'd like to see whether you can chase us onto every other social media platform and delete posts there too!
Without question, Zhiyou's post-deleting behavior had poured a whole bucket of oil onto the players' fury!
Xiang Dahai finally understood.
Without an explanation, this matter would never end!
And because of what he had concealed, Sun Bin must already be beside himself with rage!
Pressure like a mountain bore down heavily on Xiang Dahai, the instigator, nearly suffocating him!
If this matter blew up,
Sun Bin would definitely face severe punishment from Zhiyou's upper management!
When that happened, Xiang Dahai certainly wouldn't escape responsibility either.
What awaited him would be questioning and harsh punishment from Mingye Game's core management!
This overwhelmingly negative impact might even get him fired from the company!
The position he had painstakingly worked for over half his life!
Xiang Dahai didn't dare face it.
Nor could he face it.
Xiang Dahai was now as panicked as a homeless dog.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just as Xiang Dahai was panicking and at a loss,
someone knocked on his office door.
Xiang Dahai rubbed his throbbing brow hard.
"Come in."
The office door opened, and a young man with a pointed face and monkey-like cheeks walked in.
"President Xiang."
Xiang Dahai looked up and saw that it was Pang Wen, one of the designers under him.
"What is it?"
Xiang Dahai had no interest in discussing work with his subordinates right now.
Nor did he have time for small talk.
He said impatiently,
"Talk to your team leader about the project. I don't have time right now."
Pang Wen's team leader was Curly.
Most of the time, Pang Wen dealt directly with Curly, so the irritated and distracted Xiang Dahai wanted to dismiss him as quickly as possible.
However, after hearing Xiang Dahai's words, Pang Wen did not leave.
Instead, he turned around and closed the door, rubbing his hands together with an embarrassed look.
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