Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Can the First Generation and the Second Generation Get Along Well?
Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Can the First Generation and the Second Generation Get Along Well?
Lu Mian was using Morse code to pass messages to him.
Xiao Qimo glanced at the other two men absorbed in their breakfast on the table, getting the point Lu Mian was making.
This method of communication, understandable only to the two of them, delighted Xiao Qimo.
He found it intriguing and carefully deciphered Lu Mian’s words.
Lu Mian: “My brother is just that stubborn, don’t help him behind the scenes.”
After understanding her, Xiao Qimo replied in the same way.
“I understand, I haven’t done anything.
My attending the promotional event has another purpose.”
Lu Mian: “What purpose?”
Xiao Qimo thought for a moment but still kept some information to himself.
Xiao Qimo: “First tell me, does your brother prefer the first-generation W, or the second-generation San Qianyu?”
Lu Mian: “He likes both.”
The man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as if he had solved a century-old problem.
He replied, “He will understand when the time comes.”
Ever since it was confirmed that the first-generation W and the second-generation San Qianyu would both attend the promotional event, Qiu Shu became incredibly motivated, arranging schedules, drafting themes for the new design competition, and preparing wholeheartedly for the arrival of the two legends.
That morning, he took the new proposal for Fei Nie to sign, and she gave him a hard look.
“Director Qiu, I’m not trying to stop you.
But just based on you and young master Xiao’s word, saying that the first and second generations will attend the event and calling for a change in the theme, I’m really skeptical.
They’ve never even shown up when they joined the company, so why would they appear now?”
Because there hadn’t been a meeting, Qiu Shu was more forthright with Fei Nie.
“Fei Nie, are you unaware of the company’s current situation?
Couldn’t it be that the two legends couldn’t stand by any longer and decided to step in to save the day?”
“You…” Fei Nie clenched her teeth, her cheeks burning.
She could not stand being told she was inferior to the first and second-generation legends.
What did they think she was, a decoration?
“Qiu Shu, do you think changing to a new theme at San Qianyu’s behest will save the company?
You’re being too naA-ve.
The market share of Sufeng Company is shrinking year by year, the stock is falling.
The reasons aren’t so simple.”
“Of course.” Qiu Shu held the documents in one hand and reached for the cigarettes in his pocket.
He didn’t smoke, but the mere touch calmed his nerves a bit.
The decline of Sufeng was indeed complicated.
Ultimately, it was because the third generation failed to make an impact, and no new games were being released.
He wasn’t beating around the bush anymore.
“Fei Nie, the only reason you insist on not changing the theme is because…
you leaked the content yourself, right?
You want to train your own planning team, to predetermine the emerging planners, maybe some of the contestants you favor have already completed their entries.
You really want to push us old-timers completely out of the picture.
How many old employees does the company have left now?”
Fei Nie paused, her voice trailing off.
Indeed, she was the one who had leaked the theme of the competition.
Some were let slip unintentionally, while others were deliberate.
She even gave a heads-up to a few promising new planners, telling them to prepare well.
She did this for the sake of the company!
“Don’t worry about what I do, I just want to know why San Qianyu has the right to dismiss my decisions?
She’s not part of the company anymore!”
“Whatever, just sign it.” Qiu Shu urged Fei Nie to sign, and after getting the signed documents, he sighed quietly, “If the company was thriving and the teams were working harmoniously, I wouldn’t need to invite the two legends back…”
Qiu Shu’s words hit hard at Fei Nie’s incompetence and scheming.
“Fine then, let’s wait until the promotional event when they both show up to decide the theme of the competition!
I really want to see if they can get along!”
“We shall see.” Qiu Shu took the documents and walked out with flair.
Fei Nie watched him leave the office, then grabbed a decoration from the desk and threw it with all her might.
The glass ornament fell onto the carpet with a heavy, muffled sound, prompting her secretary, Lizi, to hurriedly run in from outside.
“Third Mistress, what’s wrong?”
“Third Mistress, Third Mistress, stop calling me Third Mistress, call me President Fei!”
“…Yes.” The secretary sheepishly picked up the ornament from the ground, but it was already broken, so she had no choice but to throw it into the trash can.
“President Fei, don’t be angry with Director Qiu.
He is from the second generation’s side, he will naturally speak for the second generation.”
“Hmph.” Fei Nie scoffed coldly.
She had been at Sufeng Company for over two years, working diligently all this time, only to find herself still unable to outshine two people who hadn’t even shown their faces.
Always living under their aura, forever being compared to them.
And always, the one who came up short.
She had her own strengths and skills, why must she always live in the shadow of those two people?
Those two just happened to hit the right time, launched a popular game, and just with this, they could forever be glorified?
Fei Nie narrowed her eyes and ground her molars, easing her mood after quite a while.
A moment later, with a dark gleam in her eyes, she instructed, “Go arrange to spread the news of W and San Qianyu’s participation in the promotional event, the wider the better, especially among their respective fans, the more people know, the better!”
“President Fei, why are you still helping them attract fans?
Isn’t this just generating hype for them?”
Fei Nie scoffed coldly again, “Hmph, there needs to be people welcoming them, that’s for sure.”
Lizi did not understand but obediently nodded her head, “Okay.”
“Remember to prepare all the promotional materials and theme content we had planned before.”
“Prepare for both possibilities.
If the first and second generation can’t reach an agreement in the end, they’ll have to use our theme.”
“You’ve thought of everything,” Lizi acknowledged and went to carry out the orders.
Fei Nie was not willing to live with this and quickly took out her phone, dialing a number: Sheng Zijin.
“Hello, Zijin?” she said with a slight smile, “I need a favor from you.”
The day after Wa Zhiqi’s incident, Interpol announced a message requesting to speed up the pursuit of Number Thirteen.
More than ten days had passed since the bounty was posted.
Could it be that the world’s hackers were not working hard enough to find Number Thirteen after ten days?
No, it was that Number Thirteen was too strong.
While Lu Mian was training with her team, Yun Sang noticed some fluctuations in the network and quickly called her over.
He pointed to the backend logs on the screen.
“Look, our network has been attacked, and multiple times at that.
I’ve chased this person’s trace but came up with nothing, seems like a pro.”
After browsing through the backend logs, Lu Mian straightened her expression.
“Indeed impressive,” she complimented generously.
“It must be aimed at Number Thirteen, to have located this place so quickly?”
“Considering the entire world is on this, it’s not surprising,” said Lu Mian, her demeanor remaining indifferent.
Yun Sang wanted to remind her: This concerns your life and death and a whopping half a billion in easy money, girl, care a little, hey…
but seeing her calm and collected appearance, he felt his own steady-as-an-old-dog mentality crumble into nothing.
As her brother, how could he not remain composed!