MTL - Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity-Chapter 268 at the end of the day

   Probably game festival night.

  A famous local building in the French country, Notre Dame Cathedral, suffered a tragic fire.

   This news immediately shocked the world.

  Speaking of Notre Dame, this is an extremely famous building in the world. The French country has a small land area, but it is also well-known in the world.

   Half of them are based on the culture of the country, and the other half are influenced by the reputation of Notre Dame.

  The annual tourism income is an important source of income for the country, and most of this comes from the Notre Dame Cathedral.

  It can be said that Notre Dame is a double symbol of spirit and culture for French people.

   And this historic building has now destroyed most of it due to fire.

   It’s no wonder that Alex’s face was so pale that night. He was probably the first group of people to receive the news.

   This guy always talks about noble French people. It doesn't take much to tell that he is very proud of his cultural origin.

   Now that something like this happened, it is definitely a heavy blow.

   "It's not difficult to understand." Lao Mo lowered his head and pulled the Tang suit on his body, muttering.

  “If one day I suddenly heard that the Forbidden City or the Great Wall collapsed due to an earthquake, I would not be able to bear it.”

   "Don't let this crow's mouth go." Yun Feng laughed and cursed, shaking his head.

  How can there be such an analogy?

  Closing his eyes, Yun Feng rubbed his temples with some headaches.

   Notre Dame Cathedral was damaged, he had experienced it once in his previous life, and it was quite a commotion at that time.

   I just didn’t expect the same thing to happen again in this seemingly unrelated parallel time and space.

   "The next step...wouldn't you want me to save Jingani?" Yun Feng was inexplicably complicated as he murmured to himself.

   "Huh? What did you just say? What Arnie?" Old Mo asked, pulling his ears.

   "Nothing..." Yun Feng looked up at the sky.

   "Come on you!" Lao Mo snatched the tablet from Yunfeng's hand, looked it up and down and muttered.

   "With your disposition of no benefit, no benefit to yourself, how could you pay attention to such an 'international event'? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

   "Anyway, it must have something to do with Alex, you haven't given up on him yet, have you?"

   A series of cannonballs came down, and Lao Mo had already guessed in his heart.

  Yunfeng said helplessly, "You understand everything, why do you still ask me?"

   "Damn, is that what I'm asking?" Lao Mo scratched his hair.

  No longer hiding it, Lao Mo directly asked the question he wanted to know the most.

   "What I'm asking is, what can you do to bring Yari to my side in this kind of thing."

   "Don't say you can even control natural disasters, I don't believe it!" Old Mo snorted.

   "You are wrong." Yun Feng smiled cheerfully.

   "I can still make a little contribution to this 'international event'."

  Recalling the game that naturally appeared in his mind, Yun Feng suddenly looked forward to seeing the expressions of Alex and others in the future.

   "Well, what do you mean?"

   "Let me ask you, what is the most important thing to do after the Notre Dame Cathedral is on fire?"

   "Well, it must be to put out the fire, and then find out the ins and outs of the matter, whether it is a natural disaster or man-made, or something like that?" Lao Mo took it for granted.

   "Other than that? What about after the event is quelled?"

   "Does it need to be said, of course it is repaired..."

  …

  …

  Megali country, slums, streets.

   "Your actions last time were too reckless! Do you really think it's the same as abroad?!"

  A man in a windbreaker was walking on the cold street, and a male voice yelled at him from the electronic screen in his hand.

   "Well, don't worry about this, you know, I only started the plan after calculation."

   Walking into a corner, the man's pale face flickered under the streetlight, revealing a cold smile.

   This person is Yan Kang who has been overseas for a long time.

   And the one he is talking face to face at the moment is his most trusted partner, Wu Ke who is currently sitting far away in China.

   "That doesn't work either." On the screen, Wu Ke's face was tense.

   "Overseas, we are beyond our reach here, and the help that the branch can provide you is also limited, but Fengyun Studio is different."

   "Since Yunfeng arrived overseas, according to the reports of the people below us, the power of the opponent's development has begun to expand rapidly."

   "If you continue like this, you, who have no energy to use, will fall into trouble sooner or later."

   "Do you really think how long a chess piece like Abel can last? Ah?!"

   "I didn't expect that you are very well informed." Facing Wu Ke's repeated questioning, Yan Kang was still calm with a smile on his lips.

   "But don't worry, sometimes, borrowed things may not be easy to use..."

   "Soon, someone will rush over for me to drive."

   "Huh? What did you do again?" Wu Ke was keenly aware of something.

   It's just that Yan Kang has no intention of continuing to chat on this topic.

   "Let's not talk about this, let's report the latest situation on your side."

   "Luo Linsen, the 'Minister', is he still competent?"

  When Luo Linsen was mentioned, even though he knew that Yan Kang was changing the subject, Wu Ke still showed disgust.

   "It's not like that." Wu Ke snorted coldly, "Greedy, the game department has been messed up by him during this time."

   "Looking at Fengyun Studio's explosive Three Kingdoms Killer, he insisted on ordering us to launch a Hero Killer at the same time to make huge profits!"

   "Such an obvious move, are players blind?! During this time, we have suffered a lot of infamy."

   "It's just that the effect is also good, isn't it?" With a half-smile, Yan Kang reasoned.

  Wu Ke was silent, and nodded honestly.

   "Luo Linsen, although he is a bit shameless and not so tempered, he still has wrists."

   "In addition, all the employees he promoted before the sales department are obedient to him. With the joint operation of the two departments, Hero Killing has really gained some fame from his management."

   "In the past few days, I have specially invited credit to the headquarters."

   "Not bad, not bad." Yan Kang clapped his hands appreciatively, "It seems that he is more competent than me as a minister."

   "Him? What the hell?!" Wu Ke snorted.

   "Don't worry, I also find him unhappy, but I don't have time to deal with him now." Yan Kang smiled coldly, as if he had thought of something interesting.

   "Wait, Yunfeng is not here, and Fengyun Studio is not a tiger who allows others to pull out their teeth. Soon, Luo Linsen will suffer."

   "I see, then..." Wu Ke nodded, and wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by Yan Kang.

   "I still have something to do, so I'll come here first." Without any explanation, Yan Kang hung up the communication.

  Before the sound was interrupted, dense footsteps were faintly heard.

  In a corner of the slum area, Yan Kang was surrounded by a group of people, blocking the blind spot.

  Yan Kang raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

   "Everyone, just welcome me, so you don't need to launch such a big battle." Looking around, Yan Kang said directly to the depths of the crowd.

   "I'm no better than Yunfeng, I'm not a famous big shot."

   "Not necessarily." An indifferent male voice came from the darkness.

   "I've heard of Yunfeng's fame as early as in the Eastern Kingdom, but we have heard a lot about you, a big rat."

   "Yan, Kang."

  The sound of black leather shoes approaching, the crowd gradually separated, and three people walked out at the head.

   "It's true, it's true." Yan Kang looked at the three of them with an inexplicable smile. "Today's scene is not small."

  As I planned, after sending that text message, these three people will definitely not be absent.

  Biobe, Frank.

  Snowstorm, Wall.

   Pukacon, Jack.

  The forces he wanted to calculate had finally gathered on the scene.

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