321: Hit him in the face

Upon hearing this news, the reporters furiously snapped photos with their cameras.

They already knew that Hey! Mythical Wukong had been delisted, so as soon as they received the invitation from Maha Game Company, they immediately came over.

This was huge news!

And at Maha Game Company's official site, they could get firsthand news.

A female reporter stood up and asked, "President Qian, why did you arrange this place to look like a mourning hall?"

Qian Ziyong sighed and said, "This is to mourn my deceased game!"

"The game Hey! Mythical Wukong was like my child, nurtured by two hundred people in the company through hardship and toil."

"I never expected it to die young right after being born!"

"My heart is extremely pained."

"It's enough for me to suffer alone; I don't want the other employees of the game company to suffer too, so I didn't let them come here."

"Lest they see this tragic scene and have suicidal thoughts!"

Qian Ziyong was afraid that the employees would be emotionally affected and thus have suicidal thoughts, frantically wanting to return to work.

It was hard enough to get them a month off; he couldn't let them go back to work so easily!

As for the heartbreak, there was still a little.

What pained him was, why didn't Yamai Murayu and Gias suppress it earlier?

If they had suppressed it earlier, he might have lost even more.

Hey! Mythical Wukong had already earned him a lot of money, and his heart ached immensely over this.

But no one could understand his pain.

As Qian Ziyong frowned and lamented, many reporters felt empathy.

Indeed!

A game that Qian Ziyong meticulously designed, invested so much money, and spent so much time creating.

To lose it just like that, anyone would be heartbroken!

Looking at Qian Ziyong's pale face, it was clearly caused by Hey! Mythical Wukong being delisted.

If Qian Ziyong knew what the reporters were thinking, he would definitely tell them they were overthinking.

The reason his face was pale was because he hadn't had a good night's sleep for three days due to worrying about losing money.

"Alright!" Qian Ziyong waved his hand, and all the mournful emotions on him disappeared.

"The mourning is over; now let's get to the main topic."

"Caiyi."

Qian Ziyong called out to Zhao Caiyi.

Zhao Caiyi immediately understood Boss Qian's meaning and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Start!"

Upon receiving the instruction, all the white cloths in the venue were pulled down, revealing the large red fabric underneath.

The wreaths were flipped over, showing the red flowers beneath.

At the same time, the old man playing the erhu happily left the stage, and after receiving his payment for the day, he happily stood aside eating fruit.

Simultaneously, cheerful music began to play, and the previously mournful atmosphere instantly vanished without a trace.

The reporters, who were drinking tea, watched in astonishment as the entire venue's atmosphere drastically changed in just half a minute.

From extreme sorrow to joyous celebration, all in just half a minute, they were dumbfounded.

One reporter was so startled that he spat out a mouthful of tea.

It's so festive; could it be Boss Qian's wedding today?

This is too sudden, isn't it?

Their minds couldn't keep up with Qian Ziyong's actions and crashed on the spot.

Many reporters were still pondering how to write their articles after returning today.

They kept searching for words of sorrow, wanting to write it as tragically as possible.

Many reporters had even already decided on their writing direction.

"Feihuang Group's CEO, tragically destroyed by foreign powers at a young age, has already passed away, and a mourning hall has been set up."

Another person's title idea was: "The Funeral of Domestic Games."

Some reporters had even started drafting on their notebooks: "A Game Company Founded by a Young Entrepreneur, Losing Over a Billion in Half a Year."

And "For Whom the Mourning Hall is Built, Why So Hesitant."

Their minds were already focused on how to make it as sorrowful as possible.

What?

You're only sad for three seconds?

The reporters looked at each other; they looked at Qian Ziyong, and he seemed somewhat happy?

It seemed he was happy that Hey! Mythical Wukong was delisted?

Was it their illusion?

Qian Ziyong was seen on stage, his leg twitching to the beat of the music.

Qian Ziyong didn't want to, but he was just too happy inside, unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

No! Must be solemn!

Qian Ziyong coughed twice and gently pressed his hand downwards.

The music stopped, and his leg stopped twitching.

The female reporter stood up again, unable to resist asking, "Boss Qian, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you no longer sad about Hey! Mythical Wukong?"

Qian Ziyong nodded: "Yes, because it has been reborn from the ashes!"

"What the heck?" The female reporter couldn't keep up with Qian Ziyong's train of thought.

Hey! Mythical Wukong isn't a phoenix, so how can it be reborn from the ashes?

Qian Ziyong said with powerful conviction: "I love Hey! Mythical Wukong, and I am proud of this game."

"The game's brutal suppression by foreign forces was something I never expected."

"I thought the fairness and justice spoken of by certain foreign countries were truly real."

"But I never expected that there is no such thing as fairness at all!"

"It's merely that certain people's interests were touched, and those people used their power to hysterically suppress it!"

The reporters remained silent.

They all had some understanding of foreign countries.

Fairness?

Where is there true fairness there?

They're always sanctioning this or that; isn't it all for profit, for hegemony?

Fairness?

Too naive!

It's just about profit!

So, while they were somewhat surprised that Hey! Mythical Wukong was delisted, it was only somewhat.

They could very well understand why Hey! Mythical Wukong was delisted.

Before the game was delisted, many foreign gaming websites, those that outwardly claimed to be fair, were secretly manipulating rankings.

Countless players voted for Hey! Mythical Wukong, but they just couldn't stand to see this game do well, not wanting it to occupy the top spot.

They tried every possible way to suppress it.

Secretly modifying votes and changing rankings.

Just to suppress the popularity of Hey! Mythical Wukong.

They just didn't expect them to go so far as to directly delist the game.

It seems that certain foreign powers, in order to deal with it, were truly ruthless and shameless.

Qian Ziyong continued: "Hey! Mythical Wukong's current situation is actually my fault!"

"It's my fault for still holding illusions about those foreign powers, thinking they would be fair and just."

"Now it seems, it's truly disappointing."

"But this is also good; it serves as a reminder that some things must be done!"

"What things?" The reporters became excited.

It seemed Qian Ziyong was about to announce something big.

Indeed, Qian Ziyong spoke with passion: "Since they are so shameless, then let's slap them in the face!"

"It's just a game platform, what's the big deal!"

"I've decided to build my own game platform, a global game platform."

"I can do anything, except admit defeat!"

"I want to see if Banana Game Platform is really that awesome."

"I want to see if some people's faces can't be swollen!"