Game Development: Start by Driving Crazy Players

　　If the plan can be passed at the regulatory meeting, it will be more effective in promoting it.

　　Moreover, Fangzheng had been building a good relationship with the Supervision Association before. The money raised by the players last time was handed over to the Supervision Association by him, which became a political achievement for the other party.

　　Therefore, Fangzheng felt that there should not be a problem with the supervisory committee. After all, the promotion of the e-sports plan can also create a large number of employment opportunities. This is also a great political achievement, and the supervisory committee has no reason to refuse.

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Chapter 242

　　Neon Kyoto Airport, crowds of people outside the waiting hall.

　　The chatter in the crowd occasionally came out in some lame Xia Guoyu.

　　"Where is Kamui Sama?"

　　"Are you sure it's Kami sama who came today?"

　　"This is the news from the players in the Xia Kingdom, there will be no fake!"

　　"I'm so envious of Xia Guo's players. There is a designer like Kami sama."

　　"..."

　　The crowd outside was full, but Fang Zheng had just gotten off the plane.

　　"Mr. Fang, you've worked hard."

　　As one of the selections of the annual best game selection competition, Xia Heng is also the general manager of Xia Guo dispatched by the Supervisory Committee to be in charge of the competition.

　　The person who received Fangzheng was naturally handed over to him.

　　And Xia Xia Heng also has a very good impression of Fang Zheng. If it weren't for Fang Zheng, he would not be able to raise his eyebrows in this competition.

　　He once participated in the annual best game selection competition for several years as a representative dispatched by Xia Guo, but every time no domestic designer came to participate.

　　So much so that although the representatives of other countries didn't say it on the surface, they kept taunting him behind the scenes.

　　It doesn't even need anyone to say that Xia Xia Heng feels like a passerby, and this competition has nothing to do with him.

　　And this time Fangzheng was born, and finally cured a heart disease that he had suffered for many years.

　　The game developed by the game designer of his own country has won several first places in a row. This situation is unprecedented. In the past few days, Xia Heng feels so comfortable.

　　Walking with the wind, even with him, he felt as if he was several years younger.

　　So when the supervisory committee headquarters informed him that Fangzheng arrived at Neon Kyoto Airport today, Xia Xia Heng ran to the airport with his assistant without saying a word.

　　From Xia Xia Heng's point of view, in addition to making himself proud, Fang Zheng was the only game designer who was ordered in danger.

　　Not to mention the big truths of winning glory for the country, at least it has injected a constant booster to the domestic game circle whose self-confidence has been severely hit.

　　I believe that since then, no foreigner has dared to say that the Xia Kingdom is a game desert.

　　"Hello, Mr. Xia."

　　Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and greeted him.

　　He wears a suit and leather shoes, and his hair is neatly groomed. It can be seen that the whole person is very concerned about his image, and his angular face can be seen as a very strong character.

　　Long before he set off, Ren Yanghe told him that he could find Xia Xiaheng if he needed anything in Neon.

　　"Please make a trip yourself."

　　Fang Zheng shook hands with Xia Xia Heng, smiled and said politely.

　　Someone once said that all corners of the world are sophistication, although the word Jianghu in this society always appears in martial arts novels.

　　But from another point of view, isn't the current society just rivers and lakes?

　　Jianghu has never been about fighting and killing, and this is also the case in this society today.

　　People communicated and communicated, and the more they communicated, the more sophistication.

　　Although it is a polite word, but when people carry the flower sedan chair, one sentence can make the other party happy and make the other party have a good impression of you, why not?

　　Sure enough, when Xia Xia Heng heard Fang Zheng's words, the smile on his face became even better.

　　"Hahaha, Mr. Fang is really young and promising. The supervisory committee headquarters has a very high evaluation of you. Now it seems that these words are true~"

　　"It's all fake names, Mr. Xia has won the prize."

　　"..."

　　Listening to the conversation between the two, Han Shiyu was a little stunned.

　　Today, she has learned another skill of Fangzheng. Talking to people and talking to ghosts is also a university question.

　　Shaking her head, Han Shiyu quietly stood aside when she saw Xia Xia Heng and Fang Zheng chatting happily.

　　At this time, the conversation between Xia Xiaheng and Fangzheng seemed to outsiders like a pair of friends who had lost their lives.

　　It's just that only those who know it understand that the two are playing together. For example, in order to deal with the reporters who heard the news from a distance, the faster the other party's flashlight flashes, the hotter Fang Zheng and Xia Xiaheng are.

　　"Mr. Fang, let's go back and talk in detail~"

　　After a long while, Xia Xia Heng felt that those reporters should have almost finished filming, so he approached Fang Zheng slightly and said in a low voice.

　　In this regard, Fang Zheng naturally had no reason to refuse. After all, it was very tiring to act on the scene, and he didn't want to stand here and be looked at like a monkey.

　　The group slowly walked towards the outside of the airport hall, seeing the security personnel outside the airport standing by, trying their best to maintain the order at the scene.

　　"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, I bothered you just now, and you know... everything is to deal with those international media."

　　Seeing those reporters being stopped behind by security personnel, Xia Xia Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a wry smile to Fang Zheng beside him.

　　At first, he was afraid that Fang Zheng would not cooperate with him, but he didn't expect Fang Zheng to understand his eyes in seconds. This insight was terrifying.

　　".ˇ Hahaha, it should be."

　　Fang Zheng and Xia Xia Heng chatted in a low voice and came to the outside of the airport lobby.

　　Without those reporters, the communication between the two was much more casual.

　　"Kami sama!!"

　　"Fangzheng...Kami sama!"

　　"Welcome to Kami sama to Neon~"

　　"Kami sama, we love you!!"

　　As soon as Fang Zheng and Xia Xia Heng walked out of the waiting hall, Fang Zheng couldn't help squinting because of the alternating light and dark.

　　However, before he could relax, he was suddenly startled by the screams and shouts in his ears like a tsunami.

　　That is to say, he heard the lame 'Fangzheng' of the Neon Man, otherwise he would doubt whether there was a terrorist attack in this place.

　　Fang Zheng stopped and looked at the crowd of people outside the airport. He was somewhat stunned when he looked at the banners pulled by the fans.

　　So many people came to welcome them, first of all, it was ruled out that it was arranged by Xia Xia Heng. There were too many people, which was unrealistic.

(Zhao Nuo Zhao) Are you so popular in Neon?

　　"Mr. Fang, aren't you surprised, your popularity in Neon is not low at all, and Neon players call you Kami sama."

　　On the other hand, Xia Xianheng gave Fang Zheng a playful look, his tone was a little teasing.

　　Hearing this, Fang Zheng smacked his lips, and this treatment made him feel flattered.

　　If this is replaced by domestic fans, I am afraid it will be another scene of holding an apology stick.  …

　　Also a fan, Fang Zheng felt that domestic fans should learn more from Neon's fans, to see how enthusiastic they are, shouting 'Kami sama' one after another.

　　Looking at the country again, I knew that I was 'intimacy' with him all day long. The gap was too big.

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Chapter 243

　　Outside the airport terminal, Fang Zheng waved his hand to say hello to Neon's fans, and then led by Xia Xia Heng, drove towards Kyoto by car.

　　"Mr. Fang, let's go back to the hotel first. You have jet lag. We'll talk about it in the afternoon. What do you think?"

　　In the commercial car, Xia Xia Heng looked at Fang Zheng, thought about it, and said.

　　Anyway, the award ceremony of the competition will not be held until the day after tomorrow, so there is no rush for anything.

　　Fang Zheng naturally agreed to Xia Xia Heng's proposal.

　　Flying from the magic capital to Neon Kyoto is really a little tired, it's better to take a rest.

　　The business car stopped at the Neon Hotel. Xia Xiaheng and others were temporarily staying in this hotel, and Fangzheng was naturally arranged here by Xia Xiaheng.

　　In the hotel, Fang Zheng and Han Shiyu had a simple lunch, and then the two went back to their rooms to rest.

　　In the evening, when Han Shiyu knocked on the door and invited Fang Zheng to dinner, Fang Zheng opened his sleepy eyes.

　　"what time is it?"

　　"It's seven o'clock in the evening."

　　When Fang Zheng heard Han Shiyu's words, he hit Hache, then nodded, then turned his head and walked towards the bathroom.

　　After taking a shower and feeling refreshed a little, Fang Zheng went downstairs with Han Shiyu and went to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

　　However, when he came to the restaurant, before Fang Zheng sat down with Han Shiyu 797, Xia Xia Heng came over.

　　"Mr. Fang, you're awake, and I'm going up to invite you to dinner."

　　Xia Xia Heng looked at Fang Zheng, Yu Guang looked at Han Shiyu next to Fang Zheng, and smiled ambiguously at Fang Zheng.

　　Fang Zheng was speechless to Xia Xia Heng's ridiculing eyes.

　　He and Han Shiyu are innocent, even more innocent than scallions mixed with tofu.

　　Disrespectful to the old!

　　Fang Zheng sneered in his heart, but he knew that Xia Xia Heng had come to find him at this time, and he must have something to discuss.