Deyun's salted fish, China Entertainment's superstar, the god of the game circle

Chapter 100 At the Center of the Earthquake, Let's Play Games

"What are you doing?"

"I am sick!"

"Ah? What's the matter? Did you go to the doctor?"

"It's useless to see a doctor. What I have is a disease that can't stop thinking about you."

"Hate!"

"So you hate me? That's not what you said back then!"

"When? Oh, I'm going to kill you. I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to the movies."

"Watching a movie? What movie?"

"CCTV's "Kara is a Dog"".

"I mean, if you don't study hard, why watch a movie!"

"This is called work and rest, you don't understand! By the way, I ate bubble oil cake today, it was delicious! What did you eat?"

"I went to Master's house, and Master's wife made Yuqian Wotou."

"Ah! I want to eat too!"

. . . . . .

After staying at Master's house all day, returning home at night, having three hours of SMS porridge with Jing Tian, ​​and contributing dozens of yuan to China Mobile, Tang Deyan finally ended his busy day!
Sleep well until ten o'clock the next day, change into a pair of clean underwear, and get up.Habitually picked up the phone and took a look, it was surprising that there were seven or eight missed calls.

He usually does not have a large social circle, and even fewer people know his phone number. Usually, one or two calls a day is a big deal, not to mention that the seven or eight missed calls are from different people, and they all came after eight o'clock this morning.

Yawning, Tang Deyan chose to call back the first caller, and after a few beeps, the call was connected.

"Hello, De Yan?" He Jiong's magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, Mr. He, did you call me just now? I'm sorry, the phone is on silent, so I didn't hear you." Tang Deyan said.

"Understand, understand. Such a big event happened in your company, you must be in a meeting just now."

"Our company? What's the matter?" Tang Deyan was a little confused by He Jiong's words.

"Oh, it's the fact that Sister Hua led her artists to join your Panda Pictures! On your company's homepage, an official announcement was released at [-] o'clock this morning, and the entire entertainment industry was shaken. How dare you, the art director of Panda Pictures, know?" He Jiong spoke very fast, looking excited.

Tang Deyan figured out why he had so many missed calls. It seemed that they were all asking for news from him.

"This matter, I knew they were negotiating before, but I didn't expect it to be concluded so soon." Tang Deyan said.

He Jiong lowered his voice slightly and asked, "De Yan, what is the origin of your boss? How did you take this giant Buddha under his command?"

Tang Deyan thought for a while and said, "It's just a rich second generation who doesn't usually participate in company management. Sister Hua is willing to invest and have the right to speak when she comes."

"So, has your position been affected?" He Jiong remembered to care about his own situation while eating melons, which warmed Tang Deyan's heart.

"I'm fine here. It's not like you don't know my temperament. You're a lazy person. Sister Hua and the others are here just so I can rest for a while."

"You!" As the host, after saying these two words, He Jiong didn't know what to say about Tang Deyan for a while, and then continued: "Okay, if you need help with anything, just call me, and we have time to sit together some other day."

"Okay, let's call Brother Qian'er another day, let's have a drink together."

"Then it's settled, I'll hang up first, bye."

Hang up He Jiong's phone, and then look at the names and notes of other missed calls, Hu Ge, Lu Rover, Liu Yifei. . .No need to ask, they all came for the same matter. Fortunately, there were not many people, and they went back one by one, and they were all dealt with in half an hour.

Tang Deyan stretched himself, planning to find something to sacrifice to the Wu Zang Temple first.But before he walked out of the gate, the phone rang again. He thought it was because of Wang Jinghua's joining the Panda, but after reading the call, Tang Deyan was reminded to deny this idea, because Wang Sicong is not the kind of person who cares about such things.

"Hey, Sweet Potato, what's the matter?"

"Boss, I asked someone to find a master who understands games. Where are you? Let's meet and chat."

"Okay, I'm at home, where shall we meet?"

"You wait for me at home. I'll pick you up in the past. I happen to have something to ask in advance."

Half an hour later, Wang Ticong got into the car.

"So you have created a game company during this time?" Tang Deyan said in surprise, he didn't even bother to eat the pancakes in his hand.

"It's not really a company. It just hired a few programmers and artists to set up an airs. There are more than a dozen people in total, all of whom are fresh graduates." Wang Sicong said: "We invite a big player who understands the game to join us, and we have to show some strength. Who wants to work with you if you just talk with nothing."

Hearing this, Tang Deyan asked curiously: "Who is this master? It deserves your attention, Young Master Wang?"

"Hey, don't mention it. It's really hard to find someone who understands games in this country. There are only a few of them, and everyone has projects in their hands. I contacted this person and is now working in the Dongshanju "Jian San" project team. I entrusted a lot of contacts to agree with him. Let's try to take the opportunity to poach him."

The two were talking, and the car slowly stopped in front of the ideal building in Zhongguancun. Wang Xicong rented an office of about [-] square meters on the [-]th floor here as an office for game development. The company has not yet registered, and there is not even a company name on the door.

The interior is filled with desks, chairs and computer equipment, and there are more than a dozen employees who don't know what they are busy with. . .

The two opened the door to enter, and a young man with a thin body and a sickly white skin that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time greeted him: "Boss, you are here."

"Well, Old Feng, is that Mr. Guo here?" Wang Sicong asked.

Old Feng said: "Not long after I arrived, please go to your office first as you ordered, but that Mr. Guo looks a bit young."

"It looks like it's about my age." Old Feng said.

This old Feng is only in his early twenties. A game boss at this age really does not meet Tang Deyan's imagination. He met Yao Zhuangxian, the father of the fairy sword, when he was hosting "Happy Camp", and he has a preconceived impression of a strong man who makes games.

Wang Sicong didn't care, and said, "It's okay, let's meet him first."

A few people walked to the door of Wang Sicong's office, Lao Feng knocked on the door politely, then pushed it away, and turned sideways to let Wang Sicong go in.

A handsome young man with neat short hair and two obvious dimples on his face was standing by the window looking out at the scenery outside. He turned around when he heard the knock on the door, and was taken aback when he saw Wang Shicong who entered first.

He tentatively asked, "Excuse me, are you Boss Wang?"

"Yes, it's me. Are you Mr. Guo Weiwei?"

(End of this chapter)