Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Two Great Gods Make a Grand Entrance Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Two Great Gods Make a Grand Entrance “President, you’ve seen it, the fans from the first and the second generation are about to come to blows, can these two still share the stage?
To be honest, I personally think the second generation is indeed a bit overbearing…”
Zhan Jing had no time to listen to her complaints.
“What is most important now is to appease the fans and not affect the relationship between the first and second generations.
If these words reach their ears, even if they didn’t have any thoughts to begin with, they will definitely feel uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, if the first and second generations have a conflict, how can we decide the theme of this competition?”
Zhan Jing glanced at Fei Nie, her calm eyes carrying a hint of understanding.
“You get the previous theme ready and make a call to Qiu Shu to see what’s happening.
If it really doesn’t work out…
we’ll have to use the old theme.”
Hearing this, Fei Nie was finally satisfied and smiled.
Actually, it’s normal for there to be conflicts and frictions between planners, after all, everyone has different design concepts and ideas, and the teams they lead are not the same.
President, you shouldn’t take it too much to heart either.”
Fei Nie smiled, ready to leave, while Qiu Shu and Xiu Qian chased after her from behind.
Lu Xi went straight to the contestant seats.
Qiu Shu greeted everyone on his own.
Zhan Jing glanced at him, “Where are the two ‘gods’?”
Qiu Shu didn’t speak, just looked at his watch; it was time.
“President, everyone is here, let’s start.”
Fei Nie looked at him suspiciously.
Where were the two “gods”?
Qiu Shu brushed past Fei Nie and walked onto the stage to take the microphone; he had to stabilize the fans in the venue first.
Please take your seats, and let’s welcome our W God and San Qianyu with a round of passionate applause!”
“The gods have arrived!
Ahhh, stop fighting, quickly sit down!”
“Why do I feel more nervous than on a blind date, not knowing whether the god I’ve been a fan of for so long is male or female, beautiful or ugly…”
“What if they’re an ugly, overweight otaku with an unfortunate appearance, will you guys unfollow?”
Fei Nie didn’t understand the situation and invited Zhan Jing, “President, let’s sit down as well.”
She accompanied Zhan Jing forward, with Xiu Qian following by her side.
Suddenly, he asked Fei Nie coldly.
“San Dai, is today’s promotional event under your responsibility?”
Xiu have any advice?”
Xiu Qian’s somber handsome face curled with a trace of coldness; he didn’t mind whether Zhan Jing was present, he just said lightly, “Making the display stand one large and one small, was it really the company’s decision?”
“YouaEUR|” Fei Nie, with her scheme exposed, flushed with shame.
Zhan Jing had actually seen through it long ago but had always been maintaining surface peace without pointing it out; she glared at her son.
“Enough, you don’t understand.”
Xiu Qian looked at the entrance to the back and smiled, “I may not understand, but I know that some people are going to be disappointed today.”
Fei Nie didn’t know what he meant, internally blaming Xiu Qian for meddling too much.
She had all the materials ready in hand, prepared to save the situation at any moment.
Today she was determined to witness the downfall of the two generations of gods!
From now on, no one would be able to stand above her!
Qiu Shu watched as everyone took their seats in an orderly fashion, and when the venue finally fell completely quiet, the promotional event was about to officially start.
He straightened his clothes and after saying a few opening remarks, introduced with renewed grandeur, “Let us give a warm welcome to our first-generation strategist, W God!”
As Qiu Shu’s impassioned voice rang out, Lu Mian slightly adjusted Xiao Qimo’s suit before sending him onto the stage.
The crowd immediately let out an explosive round of screams.
“Are you sure he’s not a domineering CEO who walked onto the wrong set?”
Xiao Qimo’s arrival was a shock to everyone present.
Among the fans, competitors, and company employees, half were women, so their exclamations were only to be expected.
After all, Qimo’s good looks could dazzle any crowd, anywhere.
At that moment, Zhan Jing, who was sitting in the first row of the leadership seats, was utterly shocked.
Zhan Jing couldn’t hold onto this information for a moment; she almost stood up, but thankfully, Xiu Qian quickly pressed her down.
“Mom, don’t get excited.
The reality is what you see.”
Zhan Jing’s lips trembled, and after a long moment, she asked with difficulty, “You little rascal, did you already know?”
“I have known for many years now…”
“You!” Zhan Jing felt as if a lump was stuck in her throat.
Such big news, and her own son was only telling her now!
Fei Nie was also stunned by Xiao Qimo’s face, but she quickly came to her senses, leaned over, and whispered to Zhan Jing, “President, isn’t that the gentleman who was talking to you just now?
Zhan Jing managed to force a smile, “He is the founder of Sufeng Games.”
“What?” Fei Nie’s mouth fell open, and after a moment of surprise, she felt a rush of stealthy joy.
This was indeed good news.
If the founder was W God, then he must dislike the domineering style of the second generation, San Qianyu.
If he knew that his own booth was not as big as San Qianyu’s, he would certainly be angry!
Fei Nie felt that she had made the right move today and straightened up, waiting for San Qianyu’s appearance.
Xiao Qimo stayed on stage, and Qiu Shu didn’t invite him to take a seat, instead, he continued with the introduction, “Next, let us welcome the second-generation deity, San Qianyu, with another round of warm applause!”
The exhibition hall erupted once more with thunderous applause and murmuring.
“What do you think, what does God Qianyu look like?
Could he be as handsome as the first generation?”
“Dream on, there’s only one W God in this world!”
“The second generation should stop leeching off our W God’s halo!
Isn’t it disgusting!”
“Just wait and see, maybe our God Qianyu is even more handsome!”
“Hahaha, for all you know, your second generation might be a chubby, short, and penniless dork!”
“What are you saying, is this the quality of the first generation’s fans?”
Guided by malicious intent, the two groups of fans, who had started off in harmony, were now at each other’s throats, with just a single word sparking disputes.
Especially after Xiao Qimo’s appearance, the first-generation fans’ emotions surged, their pride soaring as if basking in reflected glory, eagerly awaiting to see San Qianyu’s embarrassment.
While everyone craned their necks toward the entrance, a beautiful girl in black clothes and black pants, her short hair fluttering, came walking in.
She was tall and slender, with delicate features and a youthful face, seemingly no more than twenty years old.
And in her every move, there was a hint of unbridled, reckless arrogance.
Who was this gorgeous and defiant beauty?!
Soon, Qiu Shu provided the answer, “Don’t be surprised, everyone.
This young girl is none other than San, Qian, Yu.”
After one second of silence, the entire exhibition hall exploded into a frenzy.
“So beautiful, so beautiful…”
“My idol, whom I’ve been a fan of for so many years, has not disappointed me!”
“Did the first generation’s fans see that?
The beauty of our God Qianyu is nothing to be scared of, right!”