MC Bookstore Chapter 145 The 3.15 Gala: The Storm is Coming
Chapter 145 The 3.15 Gala: The Storm is Coming
Chapter 145 The 3.15 Gala: The Storm Is Coming (8k)
After packing up their documents, the AvengersGame agency team politely said goodbye to the five straightforward individuals and filed out.
The meeting room door closed gently, leaving only the Penguin team members in the room.
Logically, they should be excited about successfully snatching the "Fruit Ninja" distribution rights from several competitors, after all, they managed to overpower iDreamSky, NetEase, and Shanda.
This was a brilliant victory.
But they didn't.
They gave each other a perfunctory high five, then fell silent. The high fives were light, the smiles forced, and the atmosphere rather awkward.
The most embarrassed person was the leader, Le Aimin.
His mission during this trip to Hong Kong was to complete a contract signing, reach an agreement, and begin the technology handover process.
However, the "international development team" that he had been boasting about to his boss, Ren Yuxin, turned out to be just a few part-time college students from Shanghai Jiaotong University.
This was a huge blow to him.
This made him lose face, and it was even harder for him to explain to Ren Yuxin.
Le Aimin leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his gaze fixed on a spot on the ceiling, without saying a word.
After holding it in for a while, lead programmer Lao Kong finally couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Min, why do I feel like we're getting a bit of a loss? We spent $400 million in cash to buy the project developed by these college students."
"Old Kong!" Planner Sun Binbin slapped him hard, making a crisp "smack" sound.
He glared at Lao Kong and quickly said, "What nonsense are you talking about! So what if they're college students? Their creativity and the gaming experience are just as good as ours! Their grades speak for themselves! Why don't you try making one yourself?"
"Exactly, Facebook was created by college students! Zuckerberg was about their age back then. When it comes to product development, age has nothing to do with it," the operations manager quickly added.
Old Kong was speechless after being rebuked, but he was still unwilling to accept it. It wasn't until he saw the operations manager secretly gesturing towards Le Aimin that he realized he had misspoke.
Seeing that Le Aimin was sullen, Sun Binbin quickly changed the subject: "Brother Min, I think these college students are really good. Why don't we recruit them after the technical support is finished? Our team is lacking creative young people like them right now."
"Sun Ce's idea is good." Old Kong quickly chimed in this time, "Those two are quite skilled, especially the one sitting on the far side, his name is—Xiao Geng?"
"His understanding of collision detection is deeper than many programmers I've met who have been working for several years. It's a pity he said he's going to start his own business, otherwise I could have really poached him."
Hearing this, Xiao Liang, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "I feel like I've seen that Xiao Geng somewhere before."
Le Aimin also had a deep impression of Xiao Geng, and upon hearing this, he turned to look at Xiao Liang: "Have you seen him? Where?"
Xiao Liang frowned, trying hard to remember, but finally shook his head: "I can't remember, I just feel like I recognize him. Maybe I saw him in some news? Or—never mind, I can't remember."
Le Aimin didn't ask any further questions and leaned back in his chair.
After leaving the hotel conference room, Wang Kai announced that the three-day team building activity could officially begin.
"First stop, Disneyland!" Wang Kai clapped his hands with a smile. "Don't be so serious, everyone. Have fun and eat well. We're here for team building, not for meetings."
However, Geng Zhi, Hao Pengxiang, and the other three were still recovering from the atmosphere of the negotiations.
Xu Youqing exclaimed repeatedly as he walked, his voice trembling: "This is truly mind-blowing! Tencent is just too, too rich! 400 million US dollars, given away like that, without even blinking an eye!"
one time!"
Hao Pengxiang exclaimed, "Fruit Ninja sold for $400 million! That's almost 3000 million yuan! 3000 million!"
"It's more than $4 million," Sun Xiaoguang corrected earnestly. "Because there's also a revenue share. For every dollar sold, 50 cents goes to Avengers Game. If the game continues to be popular for a few more years, the total could more than double."
Geng Zhi chimed in, "So making games is such a promising career! Teacher Wang, I think if you guys make them yourselves, you'll definitely make a fortune! Congratulations in advance!"
Wang Kai simply smiled and nodded, saying nothing more, but glanced at Sun Xiaoguang with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Sun Xiaoguang was shocked by the high price that "Fruit Ninja" sold for, but he didn't say much at the moment. He just walked with his head down, seriously thinking about the invitation that Teacher Wang had extended to him.
The following day, Hong Kong Disneyland.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing. The park was bustling with activity, filled with laughter and screams.
In the distance, the roller coaster in Grizzly Valley roared past, followed by screams. Mickey and Minnie Mouse mascots were posing for photos with tourists, and children were jumping and laughing around them.
Wang Kai, Hao Pengxiang, and Xu Youqing lined up to ride the Skyward Remote Control Cars, while Sun Xiaoguang and Geng Zhi lined up for Star Wars Speed Racer.
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The two moved slowly, chatting idly.
Sun Xiaoguang hesitated several times before finally speaking when the group moved to a shady spot: "Brother Zhi, Teacher Wang hopes I will stay at Red Palm Studio after graduation. I'm still a bit hesitant and would like to hear your advice."
Geng Zhi glanced at him, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "What are your own considerations? I want to know the underlying reasons for your hesitation first."
This question had been on his mind countless times, and Sun Xiaoguang answered without hesitation: "Baidu is a major internet company, and it is said that it will soon be among the world's top 500 companies. The job is stable, the resume is impressive, and it is definitely very tempting for me. I feel safe working at Baidu."
"Compared to Baidu, Red Palm Studio is still a small startup workshop, and the platform is much smaller."
Geng Zhi nodded and smiled, "If that's the case, why are you still hesitating? Wouldn't it be better to just go to Baidu?"
"Because I actually prefer making games, especially the very successful Fruit Ninja, which gives me a great sense of accomplishment. Every time I see users commenting that [this game is so much fun], I feel especially happy."
"Teacher Wang said that the studio will discuss revenue sharing with AvengersGame in the future, will expand its staff, and will also develop its own games. He promised to give me equity, which is tempting."
He paused, then added, "But I'm also very worried—"
"What are you worried about?" Geng Zhi asked.
Sun Xiaoguang pursed his lips and slowly said, "Brother Zhi, you won't be working at Red Palm Studio anymore. What if AvengersGame's next game fails? What if it keeps failing?"
"I'm genuinely worried that choosing Red Palm Studio is gambling on an uncertain future."
"Teacher Wang said he would give you shares, do you believe him?" Geng Zhi asked.
"I trust Teacher Wang's character." Sun Xiaoguang nodded emphatically. "My only concerns are the future of Red Palm Studio and my own future."
Geng Zhi listened attentively and understood his concerns.
The line moved forward a few more steps, with more than thirty people ahead of them.
Geng Zhi pretended to think it over carefully, and then, as a friend, began his persuasive approach.
"Xiaoguang, first of all, I want to say that Baidu is an excellent choice. As you said, it's a large company platform with a stable salary..."
An impressive resume. If I were you, I would also seriously consider it. I completely understand your hesitation.
He first acknowledged Baidu's value without belittling it to elevate Red Palm Studio. This resonated with Sun Xiaoguang.
Geng Zhi paused slightly, then continued to guide, "Xiaoguang, let me go over the development and release process of 'Fruit Ninja' with you."
He counted on his fingers, one by one: "When we first started working on the physics collision algorithm, we tried three solutions, but in the end we stuck with the most difficult one because it felt the most like slicing real fruit. As a result, after it went live, the most common comment from overseas players was '[The feel is so realistic]'."
"And the new version's sword light effect, you spent three days tweaking the particle parameters to make it look smoother. As a result, after it went live, many players on YouTube recorded videos specifically praising how [smooth] the sword light was."
Sun Xiaoguang's lips curled up slightly.
"These are not due to luck, but to our technical judgment and ability."
"And when Pengxiang was doing the art design, he drew more than a dozen versions of the particle effect for that watermelon bursting open—"
Geng Zhi reviewed everything step by step, from development details to launch strategy—why launch in Australia first, then in North America, and only vigorously promote it in China before the Spring Festival.
He wanted to show that behind every decision lies not luck, but careful judgment.
Sun Xiaoguang listened quietly, nodding as he listened.
His gaze shifted from confusion to focus, and from focus to thoughtfulness.
"So I want to ask you a question." He stared directly at him, "Do you think the success of Fruit Ninja was due to luck, or because we did something that others hadn't thought of?"
"It's the latter." Sun Xiaoguang said almost without hesitation. "It's about strength, it's about the things we did right."
"That's right." Geng Zhi smiled. "I agree with your point of view. Success isn't some mysterious thing; it's a repeatable ability. If you can do it right once, you have the chance to do it right a second and a third time."
"Hmm." Sun Xiaoguang nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
The line moved forward a bit more, and the lights at the entrance were now visible.
Seeing that he was already somewhat moved, Geng Zhi continued, "Xiaoguang, I'm not saying Baidu is bad. But have you ever thought that once you join Baidu, you'll be just one of hundreds or thousands of engineers? You might be responsible for a module in a large system, a cog in the machine."
"Your career path is clear—T5 in three years, T6 in five years. And then what? Then you'll drift further and further away from the game development you love."
Geng Zhi rambled on for a while, then suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming enthusiastic: "At Red Palm, it's uncertain, there are risks, but you can continue to do the games you love."
"You're the one who creates a product from scratch. Every line of code you write will directly appear on the screens of millions, or even tens of millions, of users. Every technical decision you make will determine whether users will scream with excitement."
Sun Xiaoguang's eyes lit up.
"Yes!" He nodded emphatically, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement. "This is what excites me the most! That sense of accomplishment is something I've never experienced on Dianping."
"As for your concerns about whether your next game will be a hit," Geng Zhi chuckled, "I don't know. But I do know that you'll be designing it with all the successful experience from 'Fruit Ninja,' instead of starting from scratch. Your success rate is much higher than the average person."
He paused, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Even if the new game fails, with the title of a core developer of Fruit Ninja, many big companies will still be eager to hire you when you look for a job. Your cost of trial and error is very low."
"But what if the new game succeeds?" Instead of giving an answer, Geng Zhi continued to guide his thinking.
Sun Xiaoguang was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, revealing his answer: "Once I succeed, the benefits, the sense of accomplishment, and even my status in this industry will be something that Baidu can hardly provide."
At this moment, he completely agreed with Geng Zhi's analysis and was persuaded.
All those anxieties, hesitations, and unease dissipated like fog.
"But Xiaoguang, you need to carefully confirm with Teacher Wang whether he has a definite development plan for his next game. Just make sure it's not just a pipe dream."
Sun Xiaoguang nodded.
"Also," Geng Zhi continued, "the new revenue sharing ratio he agreed on with AvengersGame, and how many stock options he can give you, must be clearly stated in black and white."
"If you have any agreements you don't understand, I can have my lawyer look at them for you," Geng Zhi said, patting Sun Xiaoguang on the shoulder one last time.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhi!" Sun Xiaoguang smiled, looking completely relaxed. "I'll talk to Teacher Wang later and get all these things clarified."
As the two were talking, the queue had already stretched all the way to the entrance.
Just as they were about to go in, Geng Zhi suddenly remembered something and asked, seemingly casually, "By the way, Tencent knows a few of us now. What will you do if they offer you high salaries?"
Sun Xiaoguang shook his head and smiled frankly: "Even if I went to Tencent, I'd still be just a cog in the machine!"
Upon hearing this, Geng Zhi felt a weight lifted from his heart.
The next day, Geng Zhi used company business as an excuse to leave the team building group early and flew back to Shanghai.
At the No. 1 canteen of Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Geng Zhi and Cai Haoyu had another big plate of chicken together, this time Cai Haoyu treated them.
"Old Cai, any new progress on the project lately?" Geng Zhi chewed on a piece of potato and put it in his mouth.
Cai Haoyu shook his head and sighed: "Failure again."
"Haha, I introduced you to a part-time job making 'Fruit Ninja' before, but you didn't take it. Now that it's so popular, do you regret it?" Geng Zhi said deliberately.
"Sigh, it's all fate, there's nothing to regret." Cai Haoyu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Their studio is expanding again now, hiring developers, artists, and planners. Do you want to go? I can recommend you." Geng Zhi said earnestly, "They said they might offer stock options."
"I'm not going." Cai Haoyu refused without hesitation.
"Why?" Geng Zhi frowned.
"To be honest, Fruit Ninja was very popular and made a lot of money, but that's not the direction or style I want to pursue."
"Oh?" Geng Zhi feigned curiosity, "So what kind of games do you like?"
"Anime/Manga"
"Huh? What's 'anime'?" Geng Zhi continued to ask curiously.
Cai Haoyu was not surprised when he heard this.
At this time, anime and manga culture was a very niche subculture, and it's normal that most people didn't know about it.
The anime-style game he and his classmates made could never be recognized by investors.
Moreover, when they went around promoting their plan to "give otaku virtual idols," they were ridiculed by various investors, which was a huge blow to them.
Cai Haoyu glanced at Geng Zhi and saw that he looked eager to learn, so he explained the culture of anime and manga to Geng Zhi in simple terms.
"Oh, I think I understand." Geng Zhi nodded thoughtfully. "This is indeed quite niche, no wonder investors don't invest in you."
"Yeah! One investor even said, [If you don't make domestic animation, but instead make Three Kingdoms or martial arts games that can make quick money on the market, I'll send you money immediately!]" Cai Haoyu shrugged.
"I used to think these investors had no vision, but after starting my own business, I gradually understood their logic. They are driven by profit," Geng Zhi said earnestly.
Cai Haoyu did not respond.
"So what are your plans? Are you going to switch to a different business model? After all, many big game companies don't think highly of your project," Geng Zhi asked again.
"Definitely not. We will persist until someone can truly understand what we are making," Cai Haoyu said, picking up a clove of garlic and putting it in his mouth.
This time, Geng Zhi remained silent, as if he had fallen into deep thought.
"Old Geng, what's wrong?" Cai Haoyu waved his hand in front of Geng Zhi's face.
"I'll invest 20 yuan in you to help you realize your dream," Geng Zhi said, enunciating each word clearly.
Cai Haoyu was startled at first, then burst into laughter: "Old Geng, are you serious?"
"Seriously!"
"You understand anime and manga so quickly?"
"To be honest, I still don't understand this." Geng Zhi then changed the subject, "But I believe in you, we're from the same hometown after all."
"No, Lao Geng, I know you've made money from your business, but if you throw that money at me, it might all go down the drain before I even hear a sound!" Cai Haoyu said, his words contradicting his true feelings.
"It's okay, skipping a stone is pretty too." After laughing, Geng Zhi's expression immediately turned serious. "Steve Jobs once said something I quite like: '[Only those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world actually do so!]'"
"You're a perfectionist, but I believe you can succeed." Geng Zhi patted him on the shoulder. "You didn't make games you didn't like just because you didn't have the money. That spirit touched me."
Cai Haoyu remained silent for a long time before finally speaking again: "How many shares do you want?"
"10%. If you raise more funds later, I'll continue to invest in you." Geng Zhi stared at Cai Haoyu.
"Okay, deal." Cai Haoyu extended his hand and shook hands with Geng Zhi. "Thank you, brother."
March 15th is Consumer Rights Day.
At 5:30 a.m., Geng Zhi woke up with a start, stared at the ceiling, and couldn't fall back asleep.
He turned over, picked up his phone, and glanced at the time—5:31.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a QQ message from Li Haipeng.
[Li Haipeng]: "Boss, I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. I'm a little nervous."
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[Straightforward]: "+1, I'm nervous too."
[Li Haipeng]: "If CCTV doesn't broadcast it tonight, should we immediately activate PianB?"
[Straightforward]: "Absolutely."
[Li Haipeng]: "Okay! Then I'll go over the details of PIanB again to make sure everything is perfect."
After replying to the message, Geng Zhi was no longer sleepy and simply got up.
After washing up, it was still early, so he spent some time dealing with matters related to his graduation project at Lanzhou University. It wasn't until 8:50 that he leisurely took his laptop to the company.
Alum Technology Office.
At 9:00 AM sharp, the core members of the Momo team had already gathered in front of the whiteboard to begin their daily morning meeting.
The team members shared their work progress one by one, and Geng Zhi, as always, simply stood on the outermost edge of the group and listened.
But he was distracted throughout, completely lacking his usual focus and sharpness.
Geng Zhi didn't make a single comment until Ma Tongtong finished summarizing the morning meeting.
"Boss, is there any other problem?" Ma Tongtong asked tentatively, noticing that her boss seemed a bit off.
"No." Geng Zhi snapped out of his daze and answered casually, "You guys can continue."
"Okay, everyone, meeting adjourned!" Ma Tongtong said, ending the morning meeting.
She noticed that her boss hadn't been listening attentively that morning, so she followed Geng Zhi to the CEO's office to report the latest progress again.
"Boss, is there something wrong with the press conference preparations?" Ma Tongtong asked.
"No, it's a personal matter." Geng Zhi waved his hand, then asked, "What's the latest user base for the Momo app?"
"The number of users has exceeded 13000, and the daily active users exceeded 3500 yesterday!" Ma Tongtong was a little excited.
"Very good, keep it up." Geng Zhi offered a word of encouragement, but his tone was flat.
Seeing that Geng Zhi didn't seem inclined to press for more details, Ma Tongtong sensed that her boss wasn't quite right in the head, but she was too embarrassed to ask about his personal affairs, so she simply took her leave.
After leaving the CEO's office, Ma Tongtong went straight to the workstation of the company secretary, Lü Siyu, bent down, and whispered, "Siyu, our boss seems distracted all day. Do you know what happened?"
Lu Siyu shook her head: "I noticed it too, but I don't know why. Maybe I should go ask? It might be helpful."
She had just stood up when she saw Gu Wanning walk into the company, so she immediately sat down again and winked at Ma Tongtong.
Ma Tongtong knew that she no longer needed to worry about it, so she straightened up and returned to her workstation.
"Good morning, everyone!" Gu Wanning greeted everyone warmly.
"Good morning, boss lady~" Ma Tongtong was the first to speak.
The title "boss lady" had been used so much by the employees that Gu Wan Ning had no choice but to accept it.
After greeting everyone, she went straight into the CEO's office.
"Hello, Mr. Conman, good morning."
"Good morning!" When Geng Zhi saw Gu Wan Ning arrive, the gloom on his face vanished, and he immediately put on a bright and sunny expression.
"Are you very nervous today?" Gu Wanning asked with a smile.
"A little."
"Oh, you still have PianB, don't worry!" Gu Wanning said, pressing Geng Zhi down into the boss's chair and gently patting his shoulder with her palm.
"Yes, but I hope I never have to use PIanB."
"Just let things take their course! You always have such high expectations of yourself, aren't you tired? Seriously!" Gu Wanning complained.
Geng Zhi chuckled and changed the subject: "How's that new client issue in Hong Kong going? Is it resolved yet?"
"Not yet. The client wants to look at investment projects in Europe and America, which involve a lot of regulations and are very complicated," Gu Wanning said, letting out a soft sigh.
She had barely finished speaking when she realized it wasn't appropriate to discuss client issues with someone so straightforward, so she changed the subject to the 3.15 Gala: "Alright, let's not talk about my business anymore, let's talk about yours. If you're really worried, why don't you contact Reporter Zhou and sound her out?"
In the office of the "Finance Weekly" program team on CCTV's Finance Channel in Beijing.
Zhou Haoran stood next to the coffee machine, holding a coffee cup in his hand, lost in thought for a long time.
"Ran-jie, you can take it first." Xiao Wang from the editing team had been standing behind her for a long time. Seeing that she was still in a daze, he finally couldn't help but speak softly.
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Zhou Haoran snapped out of his daze, looked at Xiao Wang's dark circles under his eyes, which resembled a panda's, and couldn't help but ask with sympathy, "Did you stay up all night again last night?"
Xiao Wang yawned, and seeing that no one was around, he spoke up: "Yeah, the final cut, we worked on it until 4 a.m. But I have to tell you, if you call it out tonight, it'll definitely blow up."
Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "Whether it explodes or not, let's make sure the broadcast is safe first."
"Don't worry, it's been reviewed five times already, there's definitely no problem," Xiao Wang said.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Haoran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as she returned to her workstation, Zheng Yuxi quietly came over and whispered, "Sister Ran, is there any news about the three big names in this episode?"
He asked the question very tactfully.
Zhou Haoran glared at him: "Don't ask around, don't spread rumors, don't speculate, and don't break the station's rules, or you know the consequences."
"Yeah, I didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything~" Zheng Yuxi said, and then silently left.
Every year as the 3.15 Gala approaches, some companies that know they have problems will ask people to come to the station to inquire in advance and prepare for public relations.
This is especially true for companies that frequently made headlines or sparked heated discussions six months, a year, or two years ago.
However, the 3.15 Gala has an extremely high level of confidentiality, and only members of the organizing committee, such as the quality inspection, industry and commerce, health, and more than ten other units, can get tickets to the gala.
Even among the members of the organizing committee, only a very small number of people knew the inside story, to prevent the companies that were named from engaging in public relations efforts in advance or even running away.
After Zheng Yuxi left, Zhou Haoran stared blankly at the computer screen again.
After a long while, she finally picked up her phone, found Gengzhi's number, and opened the message interface.
I typed a few words, then deleted them.
I typed a few more words, then deleted them.
Finally, she only sent two words: "Are you there?"
But after posting it, she regretted it, feeling that it was too deliberate.
On the other side, the headquarters of Beijing Baihe.com is located in Beijing.
As Mu Yan listened to Han Yulu, Li Li, Ma Chunmei, and others report on the progress of their offline business, his eyes twitched involuntarily a few times.
"President Mu, in addition to Beijing and Shanghai, our offline stores in Guangzhou and Chongqing have also started operating," Han Yulu reported.
"Have you not settled things in Jiangcheng, Jinling, and Lin'an yet?" Mu Yan asked in a calm tone.
"It's still...it's still a bit lacking. The main delays are in site selection, renovation, and obtaining permits," Han Yulu hurriedly explained.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yan didn't pursue the details further, but instead inquired about profitability: "How long do you expect it to take to achieve profitability in Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Chongqing?"
"Based on our calculations, we expect to achieve profitability for a single store in five to seven months if things go smoothly."
"What?" Mu Yan's brows furrowed sharply, and he jumped up from his seat, utterly bewildered. "The capital and Shanghai are expected to be profitable in two or three months, so why is it so slow in these other cities?!"
"Because—because the consumption level and consumer base in these cities are still much lower than those in Beijing and Shanghai, therefore—"
"So what?! Lower spending power means lower rent and matchmaker salaries!" Mu Yan snapped, his eyes fixed on Han Yulu. "Is it because the offline events weren't organized well enough, affecting the quality of customer traffic to the stores?"
Han Yulu didn't speak, but turned to look at Ma Chunmei.
This was the first time Ma Chunmei had ever seen Mu Yan so angry. She wanted to explain, but in the end, she chose to silently lower her head and didn't dare to say anything.
"Is the difference really that big just because Li Haipeng is gone? Ma Chunmei, didn't you just hire a new C00? What's going on?" Mu Yan understood the problem.
"Yes—but the new CEO said he also needs to familiarize himself with the business for a month before he can perform his work better."
Ma Chunmei started to stutter.
"Get to know him for a month my ass! He's C00! After a month, it'll be too late, my dear!" Mu Yan roared in anger.
"We have a great hand. Under Li Haipeng's leadership, our businesses in Beijing and Shanghai are performing very well. Investors have also seen hope and said that if the individual stores in Guangdong, Chongqing, Hunan, and Jiangsu provinces do well, they will immediately increase their investment!"
"This is a golden opportunity to overtake Century Home Network! Damn it!"
"Why let Li Haipeng go! All he knows is fighting for shares, fighting and fighting, how stupid!"
"Increase the intensity of offline activities, push it now, give it your all! If you can't push it, replace the person in charge!!"
pat!
Mu Yan was so angry that he lost his temper. He plopped down and started taking his anger out on the innocent, newly bought fountain pen.
The room fell silent immediately.
After a long silence, Mu Yan looked up again and asked Ma Chunmei, "Do you know what Li Haipeng is up to after he left? Is he going to meet up with Geng Zhi?"
"No, Li Haipeng said he might start another business, but he won't follow Geng Zhi again," Ma Chunmei quickly replied.
"That's good, that's good." Mu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Li Li, "This time CCTV's 3.15..."
"Are you sure this gala has nothing to do with our industry?"
"Mr. Mu, we've used many connections, but we still haven't been able to get any information," Li Li shook her head.
"Not even any hint?" Mu Yan asked again.
Li Li shook her head: "However, we received feedback from industry insiders that if the 3.15 Gala is going to expose a case, it will collect and verify various materials at least six or seven months in advance."
「咱们年前的那次热搜，距离3·15都不到俩月，不可能被今年的3·15晚会点名。就算被点名，那也是明年的3·15晚会。」李莉紧跟着补了一句。
Mu Yan: "—You still hope to be included in next year's 3.15 Consumer Rights Day, right?"
晚上7点55分，距离CCTV—2台3·15晚会播出仅剩5分钟。
In the office of Mingfan Technology, most of the employees are still working overtime.
Even Du Yujiao, who has a young child at home, didn't go back; she was distributing Red Bull drinks to her employees.
Just then, product manager Ma Tongtong came out of Gu Wanning's office and clapped her hands: "Everyone, the boss just said that those of you who are interested can watch the CCTV-2 3.15 Gala to learn about consumer rights protection."
"Huh? What does this have to do with us?" Song Qing asked, puzzled.
At 8 p.m. sharp, the 3.15 Gala officially began.
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