MTL - Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity-Chapter 250 real threat

   Things are going to get worse!

   This was the first thought that popped into Frank's mind.

  Since Fengyun Studio made a move, everything is leaning towards the unexpected situation of the three of them.

   Battlefield! They actually came up with a 3A masterpiece level game!

   In just one month, they still blow them up in all aspects? !

  The players in front of their booths are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  In the huge booth they were so proud of, the gap in the reduction of the number of people is also extremely glaring.

   "Damn it!" Frank kicked the seat next to him away, his forehead bruised.

  Jack and Wall looked extremely ugly.

   "Boss, the popularity of our war simulator has begun to decline, if this continues..." came the trembling voice of the employee.

   Needless to say, Frank and others also know what this means.

  The cost they invested in this game will all sink into the water, and they will lose everything!

   It's not that the games they make are not competitive, but that Fengyun Studio has stuck them to death in the same type of games!

   It can be seen from the situation at the scene that the other party has completely stolen their limelight.

   Even Frank felt that what they did at the beginning was simply making wedding dresses for each other!

   "Wind, cloud, work, work, room!" The voice of gnashing teeth came out of his mouth, and Frank's face was grim.

   "If you don't drive you out of the overseas market, I, Biyu, will not give up!"

  Jack and Wall looked serious, and they also realized the difficulty of the problem.

   This seems to be just a small microcosm of the game festival, but it can be seen from this corner that the market is going after this.

   What's more, they still haven't forgotten the bet made at the earliest game conference.

  Although there was no promise at the time, from the player's point of view, the declaration of war from Fengyun Studio was undoubtedly a certainty.

   Maybe some people took it as a joke before, but now...not anymore.

  If Fengyun Studio is really blown away at this game festival, they will not be able to hold their heads up for a long time.

   "In that case, why don't you let me help you?"

   Just then, a chuckle came from the dark corner.

   "Who?!" Frank turned around suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Come out!"

   "Oh my friend, don't be angry~"

  A man wearing a high-necked hat who looked no different from the other players who entered the hall walked out of the corner with his hands raised, his face innocent.

  The man looked at the three of them, although his heart was pounding, but he didn't show anything on his face.

  Recalling what the oriental man had said to him, the man secretly bit his lower lip, his bloodshot pupils swimming.

   It's like a wolf that chooses and devours people.

   "I think... we can make a deal..."

  Game festival scene.

   There are not many players in the booths of the three companies.

  Even though the booth opposite was extremely remote, and even though the booth couldn’t accommodate so many players, a crowd of game fans gathered outside the booth, watching the performance on the giant screen intently.

  Finally, under Yun Mumu's outstanding performance, the French army she was in defended narrowly and dangerously.

  The historical ending of the Battle of Verdun Heights has been reproduced once again!

   Suddenly bursts of strong cheers erupted in the stadium.

   This game is really enjoyable. You can feel the splendor of this game from the inside just by watching it from the outside!

  The players in front of their seats finally came to their senses, feeling extremely refreshed.

   "Fuck, this is a 3A masterpiece, it's so fun to play!"

   "From the picture quality, the plot to the game experience, those silly gunfight games are blown away!"

   "It's so cool, it feels like the previous games were all for nothing."

   "I knew it earlier, it was still a battlefield!"

   More players squeezed into the computer booth, wanting to experience it.

  Others just woke up like a dream, and rushed in belatedly.

   You don’t need to play other games in the game show, but if you don’t experience Battlefield, it’s like a visit for nothing if you leave this clubhouse!

   "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

   "Everyone wait a moment, line up in an orderly manner, it will be your turn."

  Yan Linfei reacted quickly at this time, and stood up with a group of employees.

  The staff didn’t guard the booths anymore, they pulled out dividing lines outside the booths, and they were very busy in order to rectify the order.

   But the Yiying game company at the booth next to it is sour.

  After waiting for so long, a few people finally came, and they were overjoyed to welcome them.

   "Huh? I got in the wrong line, this is not the booth of Fengyun Studio!"

   "Grass, goodbye!"

  Leaving a group of elders looking at the long queue with resentment.

   "Hehe, as expected of you, Yunfeng."

   "In terms of the ability to control the scene, I, Lao Mo, will give in to you."

  Outside the booth, Lao Mo and Yun Feng looked at the queue from afar, while Lao Mo said cheerfully.

   Just for tonight's wonderful game, he didn't watch it in vain.

  Old Mo knew very well in his heart that Zhan Zhan’s almost miraculous hole card was one thing, and that the situation could turn into such an overwhelming victory, thanks to Yun Feng’s arrangements.

  The timing, the elements, the right time, place and people are all perfectly grasped. If there is a difference of one point, the result of the guidance will be greatly reduced.

   "Just push the boat along with the flow." Yun Feng chuckled.

   It's no wonder that the things that have been prepared for so long cannot achieve the expected results.

  The stumbling blocks that Frank and the others prepared for themselves were, in Yun Feng's eyes, nothing more than a child's play.

   Some even Yunfeng didn't need to make special arrangements, just erased them at hand, and there were very few of them that really affected them.

   Except for one thing...

  At this moment, Yan Linfei wiped off his sweat and ran over.

   The enthusiasm of the players is really unbearable.

   But the sense of accomplishment is also full.

  With excitement on his face, Yan Linfei approached Yunfeng, "Boss Yun! This booth is already full inside and out, and they are all players who came to experience the battle."

   "I feel that more than half of the players in the venue are here?!"

  Yan Linfei looked at Yun Feng with incomparable reverence, no matter what time, Yun Feng's bottomless depth could refresh his expectations time and time again.

   "It's just..." Yan Linfei lowered his voice.

   "Our booth is really... a bit small, and the players can no longer accommodate them."

   "It's okay for a short time, but if the scene continues to be so hot, it is easy to have a lot of conflicts."

  Lao Mo and Yun Feng froze.

   Lowering his head, Yun Feng frowned and thought.

   This weakness is indeed fatal...

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