An Expert Is actually By My Side

Chapter 236 If you can't spray it to death, you won't be using it for work tomorrow!

Unlike the flustered Yang Hongfa, Liu Qingfeng didn't panic at all.

Anyway, the game is not made by his family, he only takes money to do things, but he doesn't care about his position.

Taking a 10,000-step back, he has to talk about his position. His views on Yunmeng Games are also neutral.

As for the reason, it wasn't because of the two card games, but because although the operation of Yunmeng Game spent a lot of money on advertisements, it was the only one that didn't come to him for public relations, which really made him feel a little dissatisfied.

Although the status of the game portal website has indeed deteriorated day by day in the past two years, the so-called skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the status of the game island is still here.

Generally, before some small and medium-sized manufacturers release games, even if they don’t come here to advertise, they will give them some benefits to help them write a better rating, or publish a touting article or something, which can be regarded as paying protection fees.

Even if someone from the editorial department made complaints about the article, they would usually see it for the sake of giving money, and would not spray it too harshly.

And if a player makes a post complaining about it, usually if it is not a particularly big disturbance, the moderator will also downgrade the permission flow of the post as appropriate, or delete it directly.

As the editor-in-chief of Game Island, Liu Qingfeng has the greatest reputation, whether in the editorial department or in the player circle. Every time he catches up with the days when these games are released together during the Spring Festival, he can get a lot of benefits from major manufacturers.

However, this year's Spring Festival stalls went wrong. As an outlier in the game circle, Yunmeng Game not only did not pay a penny of protection fee on the game island, but also won the double champion of daily activity and daily turnover data in the game released at the same time.

If he doesn't respond, wouldn't the rules be broken?

How can we have dinner in the future?

If it's a game studio owned by a big company like Sea Lion or Rice, that's fine. For a small game production company that has been established for less than a year, Liu Qingfeng is really not afraid of what it can do to him.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Mr. Yang of Luohe Culture didn't give him money, he had already made up his mind and was going to publish an article to punish Yunmeng Games, a game company that doesn't talk about martial arts. Be critical.

Of course, if someone is willing to pay for his article, he will naturally not refuse.

Who will have trouble with Ruanmeibi?

At least he won't.

It's just that he's a little upset about what Luohe Culture has done recently.

All my articles have been sent out, and what should be sprayed is also sprayed. It stands to reason that Yang Hongfa should also follow the rules and settle the remaining balance due to himself.

However, this guy sent an email and didn't mention the final payment. Instead, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the intensity of his criticism, and thought he was perfunctory, and threatened him with this as a reason.

If you don't show some real skills, the rest of the money will not be given.

This Yang Hongfa is really gone...Is he teaching me how to do things?

No money?

hehe.

I can spray Yunmeng games, but can't spray you?

After reading the email on the computer, Liu Qingfeng sneered, and dragged it into the trash can without even bothering to return it.

After a while, he greeted the moderator of the game island forum. If someone posts a game of Heiluohe culture on the forum today, the post will be ignored, and there is no need to downgrade or restrict the flow.

That's because the money hasn't arrived yet.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as beating and beating on his side, and he would turn around and post an article to trample their family's Legend of Mengxia in Jianghu into the soil.

Standing by the desk, Liu Qingfeng's assistant whispered.

Mr. Liu, this Yang Hongfa is not honest. Are you saying we should post another article or something...

Don't panic.

Liu Qingfeng lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring indifferently, and continued in a casual tone.

Yang Hongfa really cares about money. In fact, it's no wonder. After all, the development and distribution costs of Jianghu Mengxia Chuan are not low. Now the traffic of the entire Spring Festival file has been almost sucked by Yunmeng Games. I'm afraid he hasn't paid back. .”

You mean he has no money? The assistant was slightly taken aback, and quickly asked, Will that affect us?

Hehe, he'll try it if he has the guts, but anyway, I don't count on his money. Liu Qingfeng squinted his eyes when he said this. The smoke leaking from his nose hid his eyes, but he couldn't hide the sharpness and confidence reflected from the slits in the eyes.

However, after his assistant heard this sentence, he had a confused expression on his face.

Didn't count on his money?

Who else can you count on to pay?

Seeing the confusion in his assistant's heart at a glance, Liu Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

The two most profitable games during the Spring Festival are directly or indirectly held by Yunmeng Games, and now the entire game circle is filled with the rhythm of these two games. If you are their boss, you would mind spending a little money, Settle this matter?

As soon as he heard this sentence, the assistant's face suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and he quickly said with a smile.

Boss Liu is brilliant! Why can't I think of such a clever idea.

Liu Qingfeng chuckled, leaned back on the office chair, raised his chin and said lazily.

If you can have this pattern, you will be the one sitting here.

From the very beginning, he didn't expect to get much money from Luohe Culture, so when Yang Hongfa found him, he agreed without even paying back the price.

Whether the final payment is settled or not is actually not important.

What he is really waiting for is that the people from Yunmeng Game will contact him.

Now all the rhythms are basically spreading from the game island. In order to silence myself and the entire editorial department of the game island, I believe that Yunmeng game will offer a satisfactory price to convince myself.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng didn't know that his calculation was doomed to fail.

In the beginning, Du Ziteng's side really planned to do public relations with Yuyoudao, and spend some money to settle the matter. However, a few days have passed, whether it is Hero Kill or Lian Yu Producer, daily activities and running water have not been affected in any way.

Players are the liver of the liver, the krypton of krypton.

The die-hard fans of the Navy and Youjima still continue to post, and those who get paid to post also continue to post. It's just that maybe because the mastermind behind the scenes is running out of money, the intensity of the rhythm is getting worse day by day.

The two groups of people seem to have no interference with each other at all, and have no impact on the operation of the game at all.

Waited for five full days.

Liu Qingfeng, who was originally confident that Yunmeng Games would contact him, gradually lost his confident expression, and his temper became worse and worse. Every day when he went to the editorial department, he would hang his face.

He couldn't figure it out.

Isn't Mr. Hao worried about his company's reputation at all?

Seeing that the rhythm was weakening day by day, and those sailors began to die down as if they had no money to pay the Internet fee, Liu Qingfeng finally couldn't sit still completely, and started yelling in the office.

The eardrums were in pain from the shock, and the assistant standing by was trembling, not daring to take a breath.

Knowing that Editor-in-Chief Liu had calmed down a little, he asked cautiously.

Mr. Liu... what should we do?

What should I do? His teeth were clenched, and Liu Qingfeng almost squeezed the words out between his teeth, Spray! You, write the manuscript for me now, and spit me to death!

If you can't kill it, don't come to work tomorrow!