I! Game Designer! Ultimate Tormentor

"Um, Mr. Xiang, I was looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

Xiang Dahai frowned.

"What is it?"

Pang Wen smiled, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"This matter with Young Master Xiang... it seems to have gotten a bit out of hand?"

It was better if Pang Wen hadn't brought it up.

Xiang Dahai was already furious about this matter.

Pang Wen, by bringing it up now, made him even more annoyed.

"If you have something to say, say it. Whether it's big or not is an issue for the company's management."

Hmph.

Pang Wen sneered inwardly.

Management.

Usually, Xiang Dahai always acted high and mighty.

Always talking about management, management.

Now, it was still a question of whether this management position could be held securely, yet he was still putting on airs with me.

Thinking this, Pang Wen stopped being cautious and plopped down onto the sofa, saying:

"Yes, Mr. Xiang cares about management and thinks about the company."

"But, can Mr. Xiang also consider giving us designers some compensation?"

"After all... this game your son made..."

"We worked overtime and stayed up all night to finish it."

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Hearing this, Xiang Dahai was shocked!

Pang Wen was practically threatening him openly!

Xiang Dahai, already in a terrible mood, heard Pang Wen's demand and couldn't help but slam the table, his voice stern and severe!

"What did you say?!"

Normally, Xiang Dahai slamming the table and raising his voice would be enough to silence his subordinates, leaving them too afraid to even breathe.

But today, for some reason, Pang Wen seemed to have found his courage.

Seeing Xiang Dahai slam the table, he wasn't only unafraid but even smiled and waved his hand.

"Mr. Xiang, don't get so angry."

As he spoke, Pang Wen brazenly lit a cigarette right in front of Xiang Dahai.

"You know best the extent of this matter right now. I'm just here for overtime pay, there's no need to get so angry, is there?"

"Pang Wen, get out of here immediately, now!"

Xiang Dahai was truly infuriated by Pang Wen's sarcastic demeanor. He pointed towards the door, his tone unfriendly!

But Pang Wen just chuckled.

"What if I don't?"

"You!"

Xiang Dahai never expected that a subordinate who usually bowed his head would dare to openly defy him. He was furious!

"Say one more..."

"Xiang Dahai!"

Pang Wen finally lost his patience and interrupted Xiang Dahai before he could finish!

"Stop bossing me around. It's come to this, why are you still putting on airs and acting tough? Don't you know your current situation?"

With that, Pang Wen stood up and sat on Xiang Dahai's desk. He glanced at the director's nameplate on the desk and sneered.

"Now the players are all complaining, and their anger has caused Zhiyou's stock price to hit the limit down. Do you think Zhiyou will let you off the hook?"

Hearing Pang Wen's words, Xiang Dahai's blood ran cold!

He knew he had screwed Zhiyou over this time, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad!

Limit down!

That meant the players' anger had already affected Zhiyou's core stock price!

It was over.

Xiang Dahai's head spun, and he slumped back into his swivel chair.

This time, Zhiyou would absolutely not let Sun Bin off the hook.

And Sun Bin would absolutely not let himself off the hook!

Seeing Xiang Dahai in this state, Pang Wen let out a disdainful scoff.

"Xiang Dahai, since you're taking that attitude, I don't need to waste my breath talking nonsense with you anymore."

"Now that Ming Ye is letting you run wild like this, there's no point in me staying here to develop anything, so I'm planning to leave."

"But before I go, shouldn't we settle the score for that game your son took from me?"

"But... but didn't I already give each of your core creative team members ten thousand before?!"

Xiang Dahai looked at Pang Wen, a mix of panic and anger on his face.

Slap!

Pang Wen picked up his director's plaque and slammed it hard on the table!

"Xiang Dahai, are you trying to shoo away a beggar?"

"Is that the same price you gave to Curly, that little bastard?"

"Don't think that just because the core team members below us aren't saying anything, we don't know. Five thousand yuan, hehe,"

"You really have the nerve to say that."

As he spoke, Pang Wen held up five fingers:

"I don't have time to waste with you. My final offer is fifty thousand, and this matter will be considered as if it never happened."

"What?!"

Upon hearing the number, Xiang Tianming's whole body trembled!

Fifty thousand!

Pang Wen was demanding a fifty-thousand yuan hush-money payment!

This was several times more than the price they had previously agreed upon!

Of course, fifty thousand yuan wasn't an amount he couldn't afford.

But!

He had to remember that although the core creative team for this game was small, it still had fifteen people!

If Pang Wen's demand for fifty thousand spread, and other core team members heard about it.

Fifty thousand per person would mean a total of seven hundred and fifty thousand!

Add to that the two hundred thousand previously given to Sun Bin and the money for Curly!

This game, "Music Master," hadn't brought him a single cent of profit; instead, it was forcing him to lose over a million!

Although Xiang Tianming was wealthy, he was only wealthy by common standards.

He absolutely could not come up with over a million in a short period!

Xiang Tianming forced himself to swallow.

"How about this, Pang Wen, can we sit down and discuss this properly?"

Xiang Tianming wanted to negotiate.

However, Pang Wen had no intention of sitting down to talk things through!

"Go bargain with someone else. Hurry up, I don't have time to mess around with you. Once I get the money, I'm getting away from this unlucky place."

"To be honest with you, I'm only adding ten thousand because you were my superior before and we have some history. Otherwise, it wouldn't be just fifty thousand."