You pervert! ! !

Zhao Chenghuai sat in the spacious and quiet study room of the hunting ground, playing tower defense games with downcast eyes.

In this boring hunting ground, it seems that only Yu Heng's masterpiece can kill his long waiting time and the hidden irritability in his heart.

The kings who have served as hunting grounds will always be in this place, enjoying the superiority of being condescending and interrogating the monarch and visitors.

Unfortunately, he doesn't like it here.

The intricate carvings on the inner wall, the branches and vines outlined layer by layer, are like the flames spiraling out of hell.

No matter how spacious the place is and how tall the dome is, there is an overwhelming solemnity.

Zhao Chenghuai felt that even if he was dealing with affairs on the computer in Yu Heng's office, it was more comfortable than staying in the empty and lonely study.

At this moment, the moment he leaned on the back of the large chair to play the game, he even began to miss the rest room in Hongye Company that belonged to him and Yu Heng, and the quiet room in the villa area.

Of course, except for the noisy Nangong Ji in the villa.

Everything is beautiful away from Siberia.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Zhao Chenghuai's thoughts.

"Master, Mr. Yu is here."

There were two plasters on Yu Heng's neck, reluctantly covering up the marks left by Zhao Chenghuai.

He walked into the spacious and magnificent study room, and felt a sense of grandeur and oppression brought by the carved inner walls of the ancient castle.

And the intricate patterns on the dome, like the karmic fire released by the devil's blood, burned behind the only huge desk in the study.

Alexander Wang, the owner of the castle and the king of the hunting ground, was right in front of Yu Heng.

But he only saw the dark brown back of the chair, which blocked all possible angles to reveal the old king's trace, and carried out the mysticism to the end.

"Aren't you curious, why do I want to see you?"

A low and hoarse voice resounded in the empty study room, as if scorched by flames.

Yu Heng stood there, touching the plaster on his neck, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm just curious, did you prepare a seat for me?"

Zhao Chenghuai laughed hoarsely.

Yu Heng's temper is always amusing beyond his expectations.

The king of the hunting ground should be an identity enough for anyone to panic. However, Zhao Chenghuai's bad thoughts were extinguished by Yu Heng before they arose.

Yu Heng didn't feel any fear at all, and asked for a seat straightforwardly.

"White." He called the dedicated butler, "Please take a seat, Mr. Yu."

In the empty study hall, a complete set of tables, chairs and tea cups was moved in.

There was even a housekeeper who personally served and made jasmine tea for Yu Heng.

Yu Heng stared at the blooming jasmine in the cup, thinking that Lao Wang understood Chinese culture very well.

Perhaps because of seeing Xu Mian, I couldn't help but understand the Chinese people's tea-drinking habits, and conducted indiscriminate research.

As a result, he did not tell his beloved.

The fragrance of tea overflowed, diluting the dignified and rigid atmosphere in the study.

Even Lao Wang's hoarse and deep voice became pleasant to the ears.

He said: "I heard that you came to the hunting ground to see me."

"Indeed." Yu Heng reached out to pick up the tea cover and flipped the stem, "After all, I don't want my son to conflict with you. If you are dissatisfied with him or dislike him, I can represent him to You apologize."

Then you can talk about killing or cutting, but Yu Heng hopes to turn hostility into friendship.

Even if Nangong Ji is allowed to wear women's clothes for the rest of his life, he can help to try.

However, Lao Wang was silent for a long time after hearing this.

In the study, it was as if only Yu Heng drank tea alone, with Mr. Butler standing with him, and there was no sound of a third person.

After a while, he said quietly, "How do you apologize?"

How to apologize?

Yu Heng fiddled with the hot teacup and said, "Apologize, write a letter of repentance, or give you some shares in my company?"

The hoarse and deep laughter sounded again, enough for Yu Heng to hear that Pharaoh was in a happy mood.

In fact, Yu Heng's feelings for Lao Wang are very complicated.

As a pure spectator, he very much supported all the punishments Lao Wang imposed on Nangong Ji.

After all, Nangong Ji is a criminal, and if the law fails to sanction him, it's up to the righteous man to stretch out Wuzhishan.

As an old father, he hated Lao Wang's methods of acquiring companies and commercial wars very much.

After all, Hongye Group is his hard work, Lao Wang fought such a beautiful business war, and beat Mr. Nangong so helplessly, he is the one who is heartbroken, okay?

"Really, I'm not kidding."

Yu Heng put down the teacup and earnestly wooed Lao Wang.

"Although Hongye has only released two games now, and one game is still in internal beta, it will definitely be a world-class potential stock in the future, surpassing Black Star in minutes and dominating the world."

His tone was as sincere as a salesman's.

"Even if I only give you 10% of the shares, wait another 17 years, and you will be rich like an enemy."

With the wide seat back, you can't see Lao Wang's expression, nor can you even see Lao Wang's movements.

But Yu Heng heard Lao Wang who suppressed his voice, and replied in a low voice: "I'm already rich like a country, and my innumerable assets are continuously generating benefits. Even if I burn money every day, I can't stop the skyrocketing value."

His voice seemed to be full of troubles, showing off extremely hatefully.

"However, I heard that you couldn't even afford 700 million dollars to buy a game engine. Is there such a thing?"

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that Old Wang was extremely hateful.

"Yes." He didn't deny it.

Even Zhao Fuli knew that he was short of 700 million dollars to buy an engine, and Lao Wang, as Zhao Fuli's immediate boss, of course knew it all.

In front of Lao Wang, concealment is meaningless.

Because his son is thoughtful and thoughtful, he will be caught in violation of laws and regulations. He is so short of money that he is known to the world, and there is nothing to hide.

The lure tactic failed, and Yu Heng sighed helplessly.

Being so close to Old Wang, he really wanted to do something for Nangong Ji.

However, Lao Wang said: "I happen to have a loser under my command, named Mengskate Schneiderlin, and the game engine he developed seems to be exactly the one you need."

Yu Heng looked at the back of the high chair in surprise, but couldn't say anything yet.

Old Wang said again: "How about I ask him to give you the game engine?"

With great benefits in sight, Yu Heng, who just tried to lure Lao Wang, became the object of Lao Wang's temptation.

As if facing a river god who had picked up an axe, Yu Heng frantically held the gold-forged ax and asked him: Is this the ax you dropped?

Unfortunately, Yu Heng just wanted to ask: "Why?"

Old Wang's voice was hoarse and dry, and he couldn't hear a smile or peace.

"Because you said that Hongye Games will surpass Black Star and dominate the world. I want to see that future, so I don't mind helping you and making you owe me a favor."

Yu Heng felt it.

Lao Wang's arrogance and arrogance don't care about anyone's temptations at all.

A natural hunter, he can throw whatever his opponent needs most, spread his tentacles, and control anyone he wants.

Thinking about the key point, Yu Heng refused without hesitation.

"no thank you."

Old Wang seemed a little surprised, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are willing to give me shares, but you are not willing to owe me favors?"

"Shares are a business, and favors are feelings."

Yu Heng distinguished business and relationship very clearly, "I don't want to have any emotional entanglements with you."

In order not to teach your son to be wary of you in the future, you have to worry about it and think about favors.

"What about your game?"

"I will set up my own R&D team and independently research a game engine that is more suitable for "Awakening"."

Yu Heng figured it out, the American game engine let him sell Zhao Chenghuai, and let him sell favors, it's really not a good thing.

It's better to start from scratch, believe in the strength of the team and the irresistible destiny, Hongye will surely succeed and create the world he wants.

Yu Heng chose the latter between 700 million US dollars and a desperate situation.

Lao Wang seemed to regret this decision, and said in a hoarse and sad voice: "It seems that we can't be good partners."

"But I think at least we're not enemies yet."

Yu Heng smiled sincerely, and said, "If one day in the future, we have to become rivals, can I trouble you?"

"what?"

"Give my son a way to survive, he is stupid and stupid, and his survival will not hinder any of your plans."

Zhao Chenghuai was surprised by Yu Heng's request.

The man he was familiar with seemed to put Nangong Jiong first all the time.

Even in the face of a strange ruler in power, Yu Heng never forgot to beg the other party to let Nan Gongjin go.

Silly and stupid, it is indeed an accurate judgment.

Zhao Chenghuai raised his hands to support his temples, he really wanted to reject this request immediately, and said viciously——

I will embarrass your son.

Zhao Chenghuai, who has endless bad thoughts, has not been able to perfectly play a big villain.

The computer at hand suddenly issued a rapid warning sound.

The codes of Didi and Didi represent the urgent help of the monarchs.

Zhao Chenghuai turned the chair slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the computer interface, and saw unexpected news that he had never thought of.

Yu Heng heard this strange noise, and he stared at the chair behind the desk, only to see that it turned a slight arc to make it easier for the owner to control the computer.

The gap exposed by the oblique corner can vaguely see the fingertips typing on the keyboard quickly.

Old Wang's fingers were not as dry and dull as the old middle-aged man's, but were white and slender, shining faintly.

He still hasn't been able to figure out what's going on.

Old Wang smiled and said, "Your lovely son is always beyond my expectations."

"White, give it to him." The hoarse voice was full of joy, impatiently waiting to show off an accident, and even raised his hand to pick up the tablet on the table, waiting for Mr. Butler to hand it over.

Yu Heng's confusion was answered instantly when he took the tablet.

Numerous news reports appeared on the screen, with photos of Andre Gruss and Duge, one after another telling fantastic stories that should not appear on news websites.

"...is this hideous?"

"Of course." Lao Wang's laughter was hoarse and dark, "He invaded the homepage of the top ten news corporations in the world, and at the same time released the news that exposed the hunting ground."

The British, French and American news groups were attacked by hackers at the same time. No matter it was late at night, morning or evening, the same reports appeared on their homepages with astonishing page views.

"Secrets of Siberia: Cruel and bloody, no one can bear it"

"In that distant castle, the heir of the casino chain group actually did such a thing? ! "

Dirty Deals, Hunting Grounds for Killers, Amusement Park for Arrogant Capitalists

The headline is sensational and the content is randomly generated.

The blunt writing procedure, the mechanical inconsistency tells a shocking truth——

In far away Siberia, there exists a dirty castle.

Illegal gatherings are going on inside, and the heads of state and chaebols are all involved.

They are immersed in the exchange of power, playing games with the slaughter of human life, and they will cut off their hands and feet at every turn.

Where there is no law and order, there is no law to restrain it, and no reporter dares to report!

Those sudden revelations appeared on the front pages of major news websites.

Readers who browse the information every day have their eyes widened in the face of these bloody and terrifying truths.

"What's going on? Is this an April Fool's plan?"

"Oh, it says Andre Gruss? Isn't Gruss the surname of the President of the United States?"

"Dug is the nephew of an Italian casino operator, why is there a photo of him here? Let me see...feeding beasts with human flesh, killing innocent people indiscriminately?!"

Comments quickly filled the website, and major social forums also paid a high degree of attention to these sudden revelations.

Things about Siberia spread among the upper classes and became a globalized urban legend.

When the hearsay rumors were turned into words and appeared on news websites, the meaning suddenly became very different!

"Why haven't you revoked those things!"

The major news groups are going crazy.

The headlines on the front pages of the websites published these unverified content, and involved famous people, it was like a nuclear bomb explosion.

They got busy immediately, but they couldn't revoke, edit, or delete any news module.

And those news are still being written and released by themselves at a faster speed, spreading all over more places.

"This may be a premeditated hacker attack. Now these things have appeared on news homepages around the world. We have no way—"

"There is no way to disconnect the server!"

The person in charge of the group roared: "Keep them for others to appreciate, do you want to be fired?!"

The websites that were hacked at almost the same time chose the only solution: physical disconnection.

Netizens around the world who like to watch the excitement, spontaneously took screenshots and videos to save those wonderful revelations, and even spread them to more places.

Andre and Doug, in the sunny corridor of the castle, had an honest showdown.

Their flying chess is already very proficient.

There were hundreds of rounds before and after, and the outcome was very stable. The two of them refused to admit defeat and lost precious hands and feet, so they agreed on a rule of three rounds.

"Dug, if I roll a 4, you've lost three in a row."

Andre is determined to win, "If you lose three times in a row, you will admit defeat. This is what we agreed."

"Don't talk nonsense." Duge's gray eyes fixed on the dice in his hand, "We'll talk about it after you win."

Andre's fling with great expectations: 3.

Doug laughed.

Yes, Lady Luck was on his side.

"I will definitely win this game, if you want me to admit defeat completely, you are 100 years too early—"

Childish declarations are always interrupted by urgent phone calls.

Duge answered the phone with a frown, and was about to scold the other party for not contacting him for nothing, when he heard panicked words.

"Dug, everything you did in Siberia has been exposed! Now uncle is very angry!"

Duge's gray eyes widened in surprise.

The throne of the Siberian monarch belongs to his uncle, and the promises he once made have been fulfilled, but none of his uncle's demands on him has been fulfilled.

For example: Give up those ferocious beasts and duels, and concentrate on winning or losing the game.

"What happened, who told him?"

Doug has yet to hear back.

Andre stood up suddenly holding the phone, and shouted angrily: "Who did it! Check it out for me!"

The author has something to say: Zhao Chenghuai: He is your dear son.

Andre: I don't have such a son!

Nangong Ji: That’s really great hahaha~