143: Just for fun

Song Yuan and Gu Shiyuan exchanged glances, then said in unison,

"No!"

"No!"

Gu Shiyu wasn't stupid; when she came in, she saw them talking animatedly, and her question made them both shut up. They must have been plotting something they didn't want her to know.

Gu Shiyuan was unreliable, but Gu Shiyu trusted Song Yuan.

She didn't press the issue.

The newly hired caregiver was quite professional and had no problem looking after Gu Shiyuan.

Song Yuan and Gu Shiyu stayed for a while before leaving. Coincidentally, Tao Yulian was in the same hospital, so they went to visit her too.

Tao Yulian was recovering well, her complexion improving day by day, and she would be discharged soon.

Song Yuan also felt a burden lifted from his mind.

A week passed in the blink of an eye. This Friday, Fengxue Entertainment's game application was officially approved for release on Android and Apple markets. It could now be searched and downloaded in the APP stores.

The game was named "dream survival."

Everyone in the company was excited. Although they knew the game would definitely be released, they could now see the results of their development efforts during this period.

Everyone watched the data in the APP stores. By the time they left work, both Android and Apple systems already showed download numbers, indicating that people had installed it on their phones.

This meant that Fengxue Entertainment had its own users.

Now they could proceed with extensive operational promotion.

Song Yuan arranged to have dinner with President Wei Beichen, the President of Leyou, at Yunding Club that evening to discuss a potential collaboration.

Song Yuan had already had the legal department prepare the contract, and he brought it with him to the appointment that evening.

President Wei Beichen guessed Song Yuan's intentions and brought up the topic first at the dinner table,

"Is President Song's game starting its promotion now?"

Song Yuan lowered his cup to clink with President Wei Beichen's,

"You guessed it, President Wei. The game just launched and needs exposure. Leyou is professional in this area, and I hope we can cooperate with President Wei to help us with promotion.

I've drafted a contract here. President Wei, please take a look. If there's anything unsuitable, we can discuss it further."

President Wei Beichen took the contract and quickly flipped through it. He was satisfied with the amount Song Yuan offered but was unsure about other aspects at the moment.

"Professional matters should be handled by professionals. I'll have my company's legal department review this contract. If all goes well, I'll give you a reply next Monday!"

"Then I'll trouble President Wei."

"No trouble at all. Leyou should also develop new game entertainment live streams. Users get tired of seeing the same few games every day.

This is a win-win for both of us. I wish President Song's game great success!"

"Thank you!"

Amidst clinking glasses, the discussion was largely complete, with only the details of the contract left to finalize.

After dinner, President Wei Beichen invited Song Yuan to continue the night. Song Yuan was seeking cooperation and didn't want to offend him, so socializing was unavoidable.

The two arrived at the mahjong room downstairs. The spacious private room had only one table set up.

There were many people in the private room, mostly Beijing Circle capitalists or second-generation rich who frequently came here to pass the time.

Song Yuan quickly scanned the room. There were a few familiar faces he had seen at Madam Ji's birthday banquet, as well as some of the people Huo Ziming had introduced him to last time.

The man seated in the main seat was about the same age as Ji City, exuding a steady ruthlessness. He appeared extremely shrewd, and his demeanor gave off a sense of oppression.

Song Yuan hadn't met that person before, but he heard someone call him General Manager Meng.

Song Yuan searched his mind for people named Meng among the Beijing Circle's powerful elite. Someone who could sit in the main seat and be called General Manager Meng was likely Meng Qian's father, Meng Xuelin, the Chairman and CEO of Xinan Network.

Song Yuan recalled what Gu Shiyu had told him two days ago: Meng Qian's previous offense had been easily resolved by his family, treated as harassment that didn't result in minor injury, and the drugs he had taken were spun as drunkenness.

The final outcome was just fifteen days of detention, not even leaving a criminal record. After his release, he would continue to harm others.

In this world, there is only darkness you cannot imagine.

Song Yuan found a seat and sat down. A line of cheongsam-clad beauties entered the private room, each with a beautiful face and outstanding figure.

The cheongsams had been frequently modified, designed to be form-fitting, with very little fabric on the shoulders and slits extending to the thighs below. They enveloped the curves, accentuating the figure, and created an impulse to grasp them.

Worn by the beauties, they further highlighted the exquisite design.

Song Yuan had never known that the two extreme words, 'sexy' and 'dignified,' could be embodied in the same garment.

The cheongsam beauties walked to the central card table to set up the cards. After they finished, two of them left, and the remaining four beauties each took a direction, waiting to help the big shots draw cards.

Someone asked the person in the main seat,

"General Manager Meng, your turn?"

Meng Xuelin swirled the wine glass in his hand, then paused, handed the glass to a nearby attendant, stood up, and walked to the card table to sit down.

Then two more people sat down. One was Ren Fei, the President of Huatai Financial, a rival company to Ji's Capital, and the other was someone Song Yuan hadn't met before.

The card table was now three short of a full game. Someone was eager to play, but Meng Xuelin's sharp gaze swept over, and the eager person wisely backed down.

Meng Xuelin looked in Song Yuan's direction,

"Does President Song know how to play cards?"

Song Yuan was suddenly called out by name, and he had a pretty good idea why.

A president of a small, newly established company like him, who had stumbled into a high-end circle, usually wouldn't be noticed.

Now that a big shot had personally called him out, it was probably because of the Meng Qian incident, and this big shot was holding a grudge.

Song Yuan pondered, unable to figure out how this person intended to deal with him. Meng Xuelin was, after all, an old fox seasoned in the business world, showing no emotion, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

He could only brace himself and go along, taking it one step at a time and adapting as needed.

Song Yuan stood up and walked towards the card table,

"A little. I hope I don't spoil General Manager Meng's fun."

Meng Xuelin chuckled softly,

"It's just entertainment. There's no spoiling fun."

After Song Yuan sat down, a scoff came from a seat behind him, a joking tone, yet with a hint of mockery,

"President Song, did you bring enough money today? Don't lose your underwear later! The rule here is a six-figure win or loss every hand. If you don't have money, you should say so beforehand!"

Song Yuan turned his head. It was Xiao Nianchen speaking, a smirk on his face as he looked at him.

Sitting next to Xiao Nianchen was also a familiar face, Ji Sheng, Ji City's nephew. It seemed these two scoundrels had become friends after meeting at Madam Ji's birthday banquet.

Ji Sheng laughed heartily,

"Don't cry if you lose, okay? We're all big men here, don't do anything embarrassing."

Song Yuan's brow furrowed,

"Does Yunding Club not have an IQ threshold? How... how did you two get in?"

After Song Yuan spoke, some people in the private room let out low chuckles.

Xiao Nianchen and Ji Sheng's expressions froze.

Being mocked for low intelligence in a room full of big shots, both of them felt a surge of anger and couldn't think of a comeback at the moment.

Meng Xuelin lightly tapped the table with his large hand,

"Talking about money is too vulgar. We're not playing for money today."

Everyone's curiosity was piqued. Someone asked,

"Not for money? Then what are we playing for?"