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Xiang Dahai was more panicked than anyone else; things were escalating far beyond his expectations.

Currently, all major gaming social media platforms are filled with posts condemning Zhiyou, with a barrage of criticism.

"Zhiyou's deletion of posts shows they have a guilty conscience." "Their behavior is so ugly, yet they have the nerve to talk about fairness and impartiality."

"With this kind of performance, domestic games will never amount to anything." "Waiting for Zhiyou and Mingye Games to issue a public apology..."

He knew better than anyone that this behind-the-scenes manipulation was just the trigger; what the players were venting was the pent-up resentment they had harbored for years regarding the dark side of domestic games.

China is becoming stronger and stronger, but in the gaming sector, it has fallen behind other countries, becoming a laughing stock, much like its football prowess.

Finally, Li Zhujian appeared, bringing his Platinum Studio.

He gave players a glimmer of hope, but then he used such dirty tricks to suppress them. How could the players possibly accept that?

Zhiyou's deletion of posts only added fuel to the fire. Xiang Dahai stared at the screen filled with insults, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He knew this matter wouldn't end without a proper explanation. He had deliberately concealed it from him initially.

This must have driven Sun Bin crazy.

If Sun Bin falls from grace, he won't escape responsibility either. At best, he'll be severely punished by Tomorrow's Game; at worst, he'll be fired.

The position he had worked so hard for most of his life was about to be destroyed in an instant.

Xiang Dahai was living in constant fear when there was a knock on his office door.

He rubbed his aching temples hard and snapped, "Come in."

The person who came in was Pang Wen, one of his designers. He had a pointed face and monkey-like cheeks, and you could tell at a glance that he had no good intentions.

Xiang Dahai had no time to deal with his subordinates, so he waved his hand and said, "Tell your team leader to handle project matters. I don't have time."

But Pang Wen didn't back down. Instead, he closed the door behind him, rubbed his hands together, and put on a fawning smile: "President Xiang, I'm not looking for Curly Hair, I'm looking for you."

Xiang Dahai frowned: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, don't dawdle."

Pang Wen's smile grew even more cunning, his eyes gleaming with calculation: "It's nothing much, it's just that Young Master Xiang's matter has gotten a bit out of hand, hasn't it?"

These words struck a nerve with Xiang Dahai, and he immediately flew into a rage:

"Stop talking nonsense! This is a matter for company management; it's none of your business!"

Pang Wen sneered inwardly, but kept a smile on his face, plopping down on the sofa without bothering to pretend anymore.

"President Xiang, please don't use the management team to pressure me."

Your son's game was something we worked on overnight, and now things have gotten so out of hand.

Shouldn't you give us designers some compensation?

Xiang Dahai exploded upon hearing this. Pang Wen was clearly blatantly threatening him! Already seething with anger...

He slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming loud enough to shake the roof off: "What the hell did you say?!"

Normally, when he slams his fist on the table, his subordinates don't even dare to breathe.

But today, Pang Wen seemed to have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard. Seeing him get angry, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he waved his hand with a grin, lit a cigarette in front of him, and blew the smoke far away.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Xiang?" Pang Wen exhaled a smoke ring. "You know better than anyone how bad this situation is."

"I just came here to get overtime pay, is it really necessary to get so angry?"

"Pang Wen! Get out of here right now, immediately!" He was furious at Pang Wen's sarcastic attitude and pointed at the door, cursing loudly.

Pang Wen scoffed, tilting his head to ask, "What if I don't leave?"

"You—" Xiang Dahai's eyes reddened. He never expected that his usually meek subordinate would...

How dare they talk back so defiantly! My anger flared instantly. "If you dare say another word..."

"Xiang Dahai!" Pang Wen interrupted him before he could finish, his patience completely exhausted.

"Don't put on airs and act like a big shot here. You can't even take care of yourself, so what are you pretending for?"

Don't you know your own situation?

As he spoke, he stood up, plopped down on Xiang Dahai's desk, glanced at the director's badge on the desk, and sneered:

"Gamers are practically tearing Zhiyou apart right now, and the stock price has plummeted to its daily limit. Do you think Zhiyou will let you off the hook?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head; Xiang Dahai felt a chill run through him, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He knew he had screwed over Zhiyou, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad—the stock plummeted to its daily limit! The players' anger had already reached the very core of Zhiyou!

It's over. Xiang Dahai's legs went weak, and he slumped into the swivel chair, those two words the only thing left in his mind.

Zhiyou will not let Sun Bin off the hook, and Sun Bin will not let him off the hook either!

Looking at his pathetic state, Pang Wen scoffed disdainfully: "Xiang Dahai, with your attitude, I'm too lazy to waste any more words."

After what you've done to Mingye, I'm thinking of leaving too.

But before you leave, shouldn't you settle the bill for the game your son snatched from me?

"But...but I already gave each member of your creative team 10,000 yuan!" Xiang Dahai was both flustered and angry, his voice trembling.

Smash! Pang Wen grabbed the director's badge from the table and slammed it down hard, making the cups bounce.

"Xiang Dahai, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar? You're charging that same price for that bastard with curly hair?"

Don't think we don't know you pocketed half just because we didn't tell. Five thousand yuan, you really have the nerve to show it off!

He held up five fingers, his tone arrogant: "I'm too lazy to argue with you. A flat price of fifty thousand, and we'll call it a day."

"Fifty thousand?!" Xiang Dahai shuddered and almost slipped off his chair.

"Fifty thousand?!" Xiang Dahai shuddered and almost slipped off his chair.

The hush money was 50,000 yuan, several times more than what was originally agreed upon.

It's not that he can't come up with the 50,000 yuan, but the main creative team has fifteen people, and if this gets out...

Everyone else wants 50,000, that's 750,000!

Adding to the 200,000 yuan given to Sun Bin and the money given to Juanmao, this "Music Master" program didn't earn him a single penny; instead, it resulted in a loss of over a million yuan.

Even if he had the money, he couldn't raise it in a short time.

Xiang Dahai swallowed hard and softened his tone: "Pang Wen, let's talk this over properly, okay?"

"Discuss what?!" Pang Wen waved his hand impatiently. "Go discuss it with someone else, hurry up, I don't have time to waste here."

I'll take the money and leave, and never set foot in this awful place again.

To be honest, I only asked for an extra 10,000 because you used to be my boss; otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as 50,000.

Xiang Dahai was bewildered: "What do you mean by 'an extra ten thousand'? What extra money?"

"Add more money, what else can I add?" Pang Wen scoffed and shook his head.

"It's alright to tell you, do you know Platinum Studio? It's the one you're trying to get involved with, Li Zhujian."

That kid gave me 40,000 yuan to expose your shady dealings of abusing your power for personal gain and impersonating others.

"Considering we've worked together, I'll ask for an extra ten thousand from you; it's not like I'm ripping you off..."

Pang Wen was still rambling on smugly, but Xiang Dahai couldn't hear a word he said; his mind was buzzing.

It turns out that all of this was Li Zhujian's doing!

That's right, it was Li Zhujian who instigated Pang Wen.

In Li Zhujian's view, infighting is much more interesting than direct confrontation.

Killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own? Only a fool would do that.

He first ignited the players' anger, certain that Zhiyou wouldn't let Xiang Dahai off the hook, and any external threat...

Next, he'll create internal strife—torture is his specialty.