I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 148 - 73: Pubg Livestream, Sneaking on Air!_2

Chapter 148: Chapter 73: Pubg Livestream, Sneaking on Air!_2

What matters is that, in his current status as the person in charge of a top 100 global company, it would be utterly impossible for him to do those things that are meaningless to him because of something his daughter said.

Moreover, in his eyes, his daughter had always been a child who had not yet grown up.

The time when he had the most contact with his daughter was when she was seven or eight years old, running after him and tenderly calling out "Daddy."

Such a little girl would be too easily immersed in her own emotions when making judgments.

But soon, Yuan Qiaoqing’s next line.

Caused Yuan Wencheng to freeze on the spot.

"Or are you like that now, Dad? Have you bullied many people in business, forcing many to lose their jobs?"

Her words pierced right into Yuan Wencheng’s heart, causing his pupils to tremble uncontrollably.

This was a question he could not answer.

If he were to ask himself, although the means he had used over the years were not despicable, they were not entirely devoid of humanity.

But to keep climbing upwards, some necessary business tactics were indeed needed; otherwise, he could not have reached his current position.

However, no father in the world would want his image in his daughter’s eyes to be that of a big villain lurking in the shadows.

After a moment of silence.

Yuan Wencheng began to speak in what seemed like a conciliatory tone.

"How about this, Qiaoqing, since you’ve painted this game designer in such a good light, saying he has brought so much joy, emotion, and happiness to players, and he doesn’t even do it for the money—it seems like all the good qualities are gathered in him, according to you."

"A designer like that, even I have been persuaded by you to think, ’Wow, if I were his player, I would certainly admire him a lot.’ So..."

Yuan Wencheng changed the topic cunningly, setting a little trap for his daughter.

"Let’s make a deal. You have half a month to show me to what extent his players would go for him, alright?"

"If they abandon him and the game gets banned, they can simply play another game. Wouldn’t that prove that this designer you speak of isn’t as popular with the players as you imagined?"

After thinking it over, Yuan Qiaoqing felt her father’s words made some sense.

So she asked further.

"Then, what counts as satisfactory in your eyes?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Wencheng thought for a moment, then replied with a gentle laugh: "When I open my phone to flip through domestic news, if one out of ten times I can see a topic related to him or this game called ’Pubg,’ I’ll give an old friend at the China Broadcasting Bureau a call and do the young man a small favor. How’s that?"

"Deal! It’s settled then!" Yuan Qiaoqing nodded earnestly.

"Good, it’s getting late, and it must be very late over there in China. Go get some rest." Yuan Wencheng hung up his daughter’s call and finally let out a sigh of relief.

At last, that little issue had been resolved.

Though he used a little trickery, suggestive of fooling his naive daughter.

After all, with China’s massive population base, there are so many events happening every day.

The gaming industry is one of the least eye-catching sectors, targeting an age demographic so narrow that his own field of AI technology hasn’t even considered entering the gaming industry.

Randomly flipping through news on his phone, it wouldn’t be just ten times, but even a hundred times he might not find anything game-related.

And even then, the news related to games might not concern that designer.

In essence, his promise.

Was made, but he virtually didn’t expect to fulfill it.

Pocketing his phone, Yuan Wencheng quickly put this minor matter behind him, pushed open the doors to the meeting room, and transformed from his previously submissive demeanor with his daughter into a figure of composure and authority.

"Alright, let’s continue."

"Yes, Mr. Yuan!"

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Eight in the morning.

Yuan Qiaoqing sat up in bed with dark circles under her eyes, her fluffy and disheveled hair making her resemble a little lion that had just been shocked, while the thin straps of her nightgown had slipped down her smooth shoulders as she yawned carelessly.

She hadn’t slept well all night, even dreaming that she lost a bet with Deng and that Designer Ke fell from grace and vanished from her sight.

Yuan Qiaoqing couldn’t figure out why she was so devoted, considering the other party didn’t even know her, while she, on the other hand, followed his updates daily like a star-struck fan, secretly checking in on his homepage every day.

Though his Weibo homepage was silent except for a token promotion when a new game was released.

Yet, she always felt that his games added much fun to her drab life.

No longer monotonous, each morning she woke up with anticipation, looking forward to the surprise of new game releases.

Over time, she too had grown accustomed to this life filled with daily anticipation.

If one day, out of the blue, she saw him announce he was quitting game development.

Yuan Qiaoqing thought she might cry her eyes out in distress.

The sentiment was hard to describe, but Yuan Qiaoqing did not want to see such a thing happen.

"You’d better give me a number-one fan medal if you ever get the chance! All this support I give you better not be in vain!" she muttered to herself.

Time to get up!

Slipping her delicate and pale feet into slippers, she ’clip-clopped’ her way to freshen up.