MTL - Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity-Chapter 335 Xiao Han

   "What happened?" Fang He was taken aback when he returned to the scene of the incident.

  The surrounding area was in a mess, and many tables and chairs were overturned, obviously caused by pushing and shoving.

  In the central area, the top executives of several literary clubs looked at the scene not far away with the eyes of watching a good show.

  I saw a young man with scholarly eyes and a look of anger on his face at this moment, tightly clutching the collar of another member of the literary agency.

  The thin middle-aged man opposite him also had a playful look on his face.

   "What about you, Xiao Han, your Hanfeng Literature Club is already a product of the previous era."

   "If it wasn't for the good luck to release a blockbuster product this time, why would I be eligible to participate in the Pan-Entertainment Ceremony?"

   "It's just that I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm just happy for you."

   "You still cherish the last chance for your Hanfeng Literature Club to participate in the pan-entertainment festival~"

   "You?!" The man called Xiao Han became more and more angry.

  It can make him, who has always been mild-tempered, angry like this. It is conceivable how much the middle-aged man in front of him said before.

  The scene became deadlocked, Fang He stared blankly at this scene not far away, a little at a loss.

   "Hanfeng Literature Club... I really miss it." At this time, Yun Feng slowly came to Fang He's side, looked at Xiao Han who was not far away, and whispered to himself.

   "Does Mr. Yun know?"

   "Of course, about ten years ago, Hanfeng Literature Club was a thriving existence in the industry, and it published countless famous novels."

   "It may just be due to some internal changes in the literary club. Later, it gradually lost its competitiveness in the market and was left behind by a large number of emerging literary clubs."

   "It can only be said that the current Hanfeng Literature Club is no longer as brilliant as it used to be, but I didn't expect it to continue to exist." Yun Feng said with emotion.

   "That's right." Fang He nodded with a vague understanding.

   After some disputes on the field, the two got to know each other after coming and going.

  Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is the middle-aged man from the first-class literary club who is looking for trouble. I don't know if it is because of his personality or old grievances. In short, Xiao Han in front of him is humiliated.

   "Boss Yun, what should we do now?" Fang He leaned close to Yun Feng and said in a low voice.

   At the same time, he looked at Xiao Han with worried eyes. Fang He, who couldn't bear it, still favored young entrepreneurs like Xiao Han.

  Looking around, the security guards in this area behaved very strangely.

   It was as if they couldn't see the movement here, and no one was sent to intervene at all.

   "Intervention, what can intervene?" Yun Feng chuckled.

   "They all know that it is impossible for the two sides to go to war further, so naturally they don't bother to interfere."

   "Can it still be like this?" Fang He's face was extremely surprised.

   "Otherwise, what else can I do?" Yun Feng sneered.

   "Fang He, take a closer look at the literary clubs in the back. Unsurprisingly, they will soon overwhelm others with their power."

   "This is the backbone of Xiao Han's literary club, I'm afraid it won't last long."

   Sure enough, when Yun Feng finished speaking, several people came from the central area and stood behind the middle-aged man.

   "I said Xiao Han, it's almost enough." One of them said condescendingly.

   "Speaking of which, you are considered a talent, why are you sticking to your nearly dilapidated Hanfeng Literature Club?"

   "Come to my place, I can consider giving you a position as an editor, maybe later, you can help Han Feng a bit, and open a newsstand when you go home~"

  The tone was insincere, and the others were already laughing out loud.

   "You?!" Xiao Han blushed with anger.

   "Get out of here!" Suddenly, without any warning, the middle-aged man in the lead kicked.

   Xiao Han, who was unprepared, was kicked directly, and his body hit the ground heavily, screaming in pain.

   "Bah, a third-rate literary club dares to come to pan-entertainment to linger." The middle-aged man spat, showing disdain on his face.

   "It's too much." Outside the court, Fang He showed displeasure.

   These people are a bit too domineering.

  It was only then that he realized that what he had observed before was just the tip of the iceberg.

   "Shouldn't these big literary clubs be competitors? Why are there so many collusions with each other?" Fang He was a little puzzled.

   "Under normal circumstances, it is true." Yun Feng shook his head.

   "But you may not know, according to my information, behind these first-class literary agencies, there are Penguin's financing ... and holdings." Yun Feng said slowly with a cold light in his eyes.

   "What?!" Fang He was startled.

   Doesn't this mean that the first-class literary clubs in these industries are actually penguin forces.

  Penguin already has such deep control over the novel industry? !

   Wait, more than that.

  A deep chill rose in Fang He's heart, remembering the same general situation he had seen in other areas before.

   No wonder, no wonder those first-class companies are so harmonious, but also so crowded out the surrounding small companies.

   No wonder there are no companies in other industries discussing cooperation, because the plates have been scratched to death by these people, and there is no hope or room for it.

   These people are simply lackeys who rely on penguins as their backing!

   In this regard, other disadvantaged enterprises have no room to resist.

   Not far away, Xiao Han stood up tremblingly, staring at the middle-aged man.

   "Han Feng is not outdated! In comparison, you guys can get mixed up in the industry, which really makes me sick." After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiao Han straightened his back, full of pride.

   "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, wait, don't bully the young and poor!"

  The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then flew into a rage.

"you this…"

   "Good!" At this moment, a shout of applause suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man's anger.

  The audience fell silent, looking towards the source of the sound.

   "What a man, don't bully the young and poor, well said!" I saw a man in a white suit smiling and applauding lightly.

  Fang He turned his head to the side, staring at Yun Feng blankly.

  Now in this atmosphere, you are applauding here, doesn't it seem right?

  The entire hall fell into a weird silence.

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