After Han Luyi left, Ma Xiaofei's studio fell quiet for once.
More precisely, once Wang Ziteng put on his headphones and started editing, the other two were cowed into silence by the "keep your distance" expression on his face.
That lasted all of three minutes before Ma Xiaofei dragged a chair over beside Wang Ziteng, its legs scraping across the concrete floor with a teeth-grating screech.
Wang Ziteng kept his headphones on and his eyes fixed on the timeline on-screen, not even bothering to look up.
"Here. Pause for a second."
Without taking off his headphones, Wang Ziteng merely tilted his head. "Where?"
"Where Han says, 'Whoever owns the users owns the decisive resource.' Push in for a close-up, hold for half a second, then cut to the news about those foreign companies announcing their protocols. That'll really sell his flex."
Wang Ziteng dragged the mouse and cut the sequence as instructed.
Han Luyi's voice came through the speakers.
"More services bring more users, and more users bring more services. This growth flywheel has existed since the internet era."
The shot changed. Headlines about Dingsheng, Seek Him Technology, and Nexus AI flashed past before the footage returned to Han Luyi's face.
After watching it, Ma Xiaofei slapped his thigh. "Yes! That's exactly the feel!"
"What feel?"
"The feel of all the world's major tech companies sitting in on a lecture by our man Han."
They played the footage and tweaked a few more spots together before Wang Ziteng continued dragging the timeline forward.
Less than thirty seconds later, Ma Xiaofei reached out again. "Stop here too!"
Wang Ziteng took his hand off the mouse, removed his headphones, and turned to him. "Do you want to do this yourself?"
"Our current followers came for my style. If you change it, will