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Chapter 116 Have You Ever Asked Huang Daxian?
The E4 exhibition has a total of seven days. The first three days are only open to people in the video game industry and journalists, and the last three days are open to ordinary players. The location of Spark is in the west hall of the exhibition, which is mostly Asian companies.

Most video game developers will show their upcoming games at the exhibition, or release upcoming hardware products, but Xinghuo only shows the games that have already been launched. It is a bit embarrassing for Xinghuo to think of this, Xinghuo’s The strength is really—weak enough!
I don't know if it's Fat Brother's illusion or something else, as soon as he enters the stage, the other five members of Spark Games will take the initiative to distribute leaflets outside;
As soon as he went out to distribute leaflets, Zhao Qizhi and others all went back to the booth to drink water.

"Are you avoiding me?"

After returning to the hotel, the fat brother blocked several people in the room, stared at them suspiciously and asked.

"No no!"

"Boss, you think too much!"

"Nothing, how dare we?"

Fat Brother asked a few questions and he was not in the mood to talk to them anymore, because the effect of the exhibition was unexpectedly poor. After this day, let alone interviews with game agents or media, there were not even a living person in front of their booth. .

It was not easy for someone to be attracted by the CG that was played in rotation on their booth. When they saw that it was an unknown game company, they turned their heads and left.

"Is my game poisonous?!"

Fat brother hates it!

On the first day, no one cared about the booth...

On the second day, there was still nothing...

On the third day, Fat Brother was still trying to cheer the big guys on!

On the fourth day, Fat Brother Fat Brother is already thinking about the pitfalls of such a large fee for participating in this exhibition, where he can get it back.

"Have you booked your ticket back?"

After returning to the hotel, the fat brother slumped on the bed and asked Zhao Qizhi weakly.

"Boss, it's not easy to determine the time right now? What if someone asks us to talk about game agency?"

Zhao Qizhi said a little uncertainly.

"Let's talk about hammers, alas... let's make an appointment in 6 days, just in case the big guys can go shopping and relax, buy some souvenirs and so on, everyone has worked hard on this trip."

"Boss, let's talk about me, these game agents don't know the goods, the players must know the goods, and we will definitely be popular tomorrow!"

Sun Bin said solemnly.

"Did you ask Huang Daxian before you went out?"

Fat Brother glanced at Sun Bindao.

"Okay, everyone who wants to go out for a while, everyone who wants to go back to sleep, go, disband!"

Fat Brother stood up and clapped his hands. After speaking, he squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying and went out.

There are several people in the room, you look at me, I look at you, no one feels uncomfortable.

"Oh shit!"

Zhao Qizhi hammered the table heavily, then picked up the stack of counter-strike brochures on the table and walked out the door.

"Where are you going, Qizhi?"

"send flyer!"

In the night, on the endless streets, a few young people were hard at work introducing the game on the flyer to everyone in a hurry. Many people took it and threw it into the trash can not far away.

Zhao Qizhi pursed his lips, took out pieces from the trash can and wiped them clean. This game carried the sweat and dreams of Xinghuo.

He can accept others criticizing his sweat as worthless, but he cannot accept someone wantonly trampling on his dreams.

The fat guy who wandered the streets alone for a few hours thought a lot, hesitating whether to give up the Xinghuo game, after all, making games is not his strong point, to be precise, it is not the field covered by his golden finger.

When he walked to a crossroad near the hotel and saw the figures on the street who kept bowing and handing out leaflets, Fat Brother felt as if he had been punched in the heart, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

"This game is awesome, it's in the West Hall of the Los Angeles Convention Center!"

"Good evening, are you interested in shooting games?"

"Hello, you..."

The brochure Zhao Qizhi handed over was pushed away by passers-by in disgust, but was picked up by the other hand.

Zhao Qizhi looked up and saw that it was Fat Brother.

"Go back and rest, there are still three days of tough battles to be fought, maybe we will suddenly become angry!"

Fat Brother said with a smile, his eyes showed firmness and confidence that he had never had before!

The fifth day of the E4 game show, the player open day.

The people of Xinghuo Games were particularly energetic today. Before the museum opened, they kept tidying up the booths, as if many people would come today.

Even the people from SONI Games at the booth next door had to admire them. They had achieved such results for several days in a row. Otherwise, they might have given up a long time ago.

The museum opened at 10 o'clock in the morning, and by 12 o'clock, many players came one after another. Occasionally, one or two players tried to play at the Spark booth, but the number of people fighting at the same time was too small, and the guns on the map were not familiar. , quickly dissuaded these players.

They prefer the kind of simple human-computer interaction games.

"Master Zhou, I finally found you!"

When Xinghuo's employees were looking for customers outside, a voice of surprise came into Xinghuo's booth.

The fat guy turned his head and saw that it was Gies who asked him for the score at the airport.

Behind him was a large group of people, men, women, young and old, of all races!
Fat Brother saw a few familiar faces. Are these people passengers on the plane?

"You are this?"

Fat Brother looked at the big guy in doubt.

"We're here to buy your game, would you mind introducing us?"

A beautiful woman wearing big sunglasses smiled, and the fat brother took a closer look, and it was actually Anne who gave him a sweet kiss.

Fat brother, who has always been eloquent, was a little at a loss for words at this time, his eyes swept over everyone who came, and finally merged into a simple sentence: "Thank you everyone!"

Many passengers did not come, but the passengers who did not come entrusted other people to help buy one or more game CDs. They wanted to repay the life-saving grace of the temporary captain in this way.

Spark games are on fire!

To be precise, Counter-Strike is on fire!
It suddenly became the focus of the entire West Hall, and the limelight even tended to overshadow the software games.

Everyone likes to follow suit and join in the fun. Once there are people queuing up for the Counter-Strike demo machine, many players will start queuing up without principle. In their opinion, it must be a good game with so many people queuing up!
With this preconceived notion, they no longer feel that unfamiliar maps and weapons are unfriendly to novices, but will seriously consider whether they are a bit handicapped and brain-dead...

Originally, each person could play a complete round, but because of the constant urging by the people queuing behind, each person could only play three lives.

"FXXK!"

A wild player who was attracted by "Tuo" was headshot by AWP, cursed angrily, and then obediently returned to the back of the line that had already lined up outside the west hall.

Counter-Strike's brochures for the game have been snapped up, and repeat queuing crowds gather in line to discuss the "knacks" they've discovered and debate which guns work best.

It was 5:[-] p.m., only one and a half hours before closing, but there were still crowds of people in front of the Spark Games, and there was a long queue.

At the beginning, the passengers who came to join in the show bought the game and helped Fat Brother yell for a while and then left. Many people came here on leave to thank Fat Brother. Fat Brother also shook hands and said goodbye to everyone very gratefully.

After another hour, the staff of the exhibition hall had started to inform the players to leave, but no one was willing, especially those who were about to have their turn. I go home for dinner?

In desperation, Fat Brother had to mark these people's leaflets or notes with serial numbers in capital letters like "One Two Three Four", and told everyone that tomorrow they can play three more lives with this, no, play four more lives!
Everyone left contentedly. Of course, buying a game disc is the most basic thing. Unfortunately, Counter-Strike has no servers in North America. If players want to fight against each other, they can only use the local area network.


(End of this chapter)