I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 185 Meeting
At ten o'clock in the morning, Lingdie knocked on the door, and the two went out to have breakfast together, and set off for the venue - both of them were lazy people, they could go to bed late but refused to get up early, so they rushed to the hotel next to the venue wittily last night. rest.

According to Edward's memory, the Game Developers Conference in 09 should have been held in September, but this time is special, someone used his own identity to hold a small conference, and didn't grab the regular Game Developers Conference in September. The limelight can also attract people.

However, the convening was rather hasty, and the invited guests were fine, but the publicity was not in place. Many game companies are rushing to the main event in September, so there are not many game teams here this time, mainly small and medium-sized players. Game studios mostly attract investment.

At ten o'clock, the invited game development team had already started the first round of speeches, and Edward and Lingdie rushed to the venue at this time.

As soon as he entered, Edward's whole body trembled.

Not cold, but an inexplicable chill, as if someone was watching him.

Lingdie raised her brows, released her mental power, and collided with an invisible eye. The eye was vulnerable to a single blow, and it shattered with a crash.

The big boss of the Wayne family really guessed it right, did someone actually play tricks on the creator of the game?

I'm free, Lingdie rolled her eyes, she made a game to provoke someone.

Edward sensed the attack of the spirit butterfly, and he was more sure of his guess. The beetle hacked into the surveillance system, and with Edward's sensed direction, he conducted a triangular search and confirmed the target.

An ordinary-looking man in a suit, holding a book with a black cover in his hand. Although the blood-red title is rare, it is not uncommon, but the problem with this book is that Edward cannot recognize the title. What language is it.

The beetle's database compared and calibrated all the languages ​​​​that have appeared on the earth, and concluded that it is not the language of the earth.

The information obtained by the beetles through the monitoring images is limited by the technological level of monitoring, and it is difficult to obtain other useful information except the images.

Edward recorded the person's aura and information, as if nothing had happened.

The two had a tacit understanding, one pretended that he didn't feel anything, the other pretended that he didn't do anything, and pretended nothing happened.

"They seem to be here. Let me ask where they are." Anyway, the phone hasn't been connected yet, so Lingdie said, "Matilda and Osborne seem to have people coming. The competition may be a bit fierce later."

"Well, you can talk about the investment later, and I'll talk about the content." Edward said.

"You're really at ease."

"I believe you." Edward smiled. "Is there anyone from the company I asked you to pay attention to yesterday?"

"tx?" Lingdie clamped the phone between his shoulders and ears, and looked through the information, "Yes, but Matilda and Osborne mean that they don't want foreign companies to interfere."

"Hehe, coincidence, I just don't want the two of them to interfere with Riot."

"You want to cooperate with tx?"

"Well, it's enough for us to add tx. The mainland market is one of the future focuses. Matilda and Osborne don't seem to care too much about video games. They habitually ignore the mainland market for market prospects. , I don't want Matilda and Osborne to intervene, please work hard."

"Yeah, it's up to you, who made you the boss... The call is connected." Lingdie shrugged and started talking to the other side.

The current situation is that Riot is looking for someone to attract investment. They are asking for help. The investor is the uncle. The investment sent to the door is rejected. Normal people can't do this, especially Matilda and Osborne The two, not to mention giants, are also well-known. Once the investment is not one point or two, it is definitely richer than Edward's current budget.

Edward's request is indeed a bit difficult for others, and he is also a little worried about the difficulty of Lingdie, not because he is worried about whether Lingdie can do it, but mainly because he is worried about whether she is willing to do it-people with telepathic abilities, in the mall, they say yes It is easy to feel like a fish in water. It is difficult to eavesdrop on people's thoughts casually and change people's thoughts.

Edward yawned, he wasn't sleepy, but his current personality was to stay up until midnight last night to draw design drawings, so he had to cover it up.

Lingdie quickly hung up the phone and met briefly at the place agreed upon by both parties.

"They were already talking with the Matilda Group, but when they heard we were coming, most of them rushed over together." Lingdie told Edward the news he had just inquired about.

"What did you use to get them here?" Edward asked.

Riot is in an embarrassing position at this stage. The game maps and character models are relatively rough, and most people who have played it feel that it is too visually similar to Dota. Although Riot has replaced Dota-like games with moba games, it still cannot be changed. The subjective consciousness of many players.

In addition, the original skin painting is relatively... simple, in fact, most companies are not very optimistic about him, after all, the current dota-like games are far more than just "League of Legends".

Under such circumstances, it is not unusual to have access to a big company like the Matilda Group who is willing to invest, but to let the big boss down to find Edward, a company that just established a relationship yesterday.

"We had a chat last night, and I gave them part of your plan." Lingdie laughed, "Their reaction is definitely bigger than you think, if I didn't push you to sleep yesterday, they would probably come to see you overnight you."

"..." Edward's surface was as calm as mirror water, and he was lying in his heart for a long time. It was a loss. In the middle of last night, he was gathering sheep at the major bases of Hydra... Snakes, forget it or wool.

As for the first half of the night... He was having a frank exchange with his alien friends (Edward unilaterally tried to get Malafak half-dead with the power of dreams) to enhance mutual understanding (Edward knew how to kill him directly next time ), fully exchanged views on topics of concern to both sides, (Edward told him his own origin (wrong)).

The two parties soon met up around the venue.

The five trotted over. They glanced at Lingdie and Edward with uncertainty. The first person seemed to want to call to confirm, but Lingdie immediately raised his arm and waved.

The five breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the two of them.

"Miss Braddock, and, Mr. Ed...?" The leader was wearing a black round-neck long-sleeved T-shirt, with a short-shaved head, and he looked radiant.

"It's us." Lingdie nodded.

"Wow, I felt like a beautiful woman when I called just now, and I felt right." A person in a white striped plaid shirt next to her said in surprise.

"Ed?" The leader looked at Edward with uncertainty.

"Edward Ed, nice to meet you, talented designers." Edward offered to extend his hand.

"No, it should be that we are very happy to meet you. We saw your design drawings and the mechanism of your design yesterday. We didn't sleep well all night. We have been waiting to see you. Oh, yes, Brandon Ritz Baker."

The plaid shirt behind came to shake hands "Mark Tryndamere Merrill."

(End of this chapter)