I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 530 - 172: The Game Design Conference with Generous Rewards!_3

Chapter 530: Chapter 172: The Game Design Conference with Generous Rewards!_3

It was the maximization of profits.

Busy non-stop until about ten o’clock, it was only then that all the food ingredients and drinks were prepared, and the 30 gaming stations had already been fully occupied for some time.

Joyous laughter could be heard everywhere.

Truth be told, Ma Yang really liked this atmosphere.

Being around a group of young people, even kids, watching their innocent, carefree smiles, made him feel like he had shed ten years of age himself.

But before Ma Yang could take a moment to sit and catch his breath, the phone rang again.

His girlfriend was calling to say she had arrived at the location they had agreed upon the day before.

Ma Yang put on his suit jacket and strode out of the shop, immediately spotting the familiar figure standing at the crossroads.

"Long time no see," Ma Yang approached, showing a polite smile.

"Um... long time no see," the girlfriend replied quietly, almost unable to look directly at Ma Yang’s eyes.

One was vibrant and alert, the other pale in complexion, contrasting each other naturally.

"Let’s talk inside the shop. It’s not convenient here on the street," Ma Yang said, looking around at the hustle and bustle of the passing crowd and the endless stream of vehicles.

"Inside the shop?" The girlfriend paused, but seeing that Ma Yang had already set off with long strides, she followed him.

Not until they entered "Game Fun" and sat down in the storefront waiting area near the floor-to-ceiling windows did they stop.

This spot was specially designated by Ma Yang for players waiting in line for an available gaming station.

Just as comfortable as the sofa seating, there was a small, delicately cartoon-painted coffee table, its style customized with the theme of "Jet Warrior".

As soon as they sat down, Ma Yang adopted a very business-like demeanor. He took out his wallet, pulled out several hundred-dollar bills, lumped them together, and gently pushed them towards his girlfriend.

The girlfriend had already explained her situation to Ma Yang before coming over.

The new boyfriend she found was a colleague from her company.

He was young, and somewhat handsome.

Their relationship began while she was still with Ma Yang.

By the time she and Ma Yang went their separate ways, the girlfriend had already moved into her colleague’s place.

However, as she got to know him better, the colleague kept asking to borrow money from her.

But being newly in love, she found it difficult to refuse.

It wasn’t until she discovered her boyfriend’s gambling addiction that she realized all the borrowed money was squandered in online gambling. Even after desperate persuasion, she was physically abused by the boyfriend until he had drained every last cent of her savings.

Only then did the girlfriend wake up from the nightmare and chose to flee from the colleague.

But she discovered that she was already pregnant.

Often, life can be more melodramatic than fiction.

Desperate and unable to confess to her family, the girlfriend had no choice but to confess to Ma Yang, hoping he could lend her the money for an abortion.

And Ma Yang agreed to help, out of remembrance for their past relationship.

Looking at the small stack of cash on the table, the girlfriend hesitated for a moment.

With a quiet "thank you", she was about to reach for it.

Suddenly, Ma Yang placed his hand on the back of hers.

Pang Huihui’s eyes flickered slightly.

Thoughts began to stir in her mind.

Could it be that her ex still harbored feelings for her?

It made sense.

A middle-aged bachelor with no particular skills or vision, no sign of ambition.

In this society, such a man would indeed find it difficult to find a wife.

Having left her aside, it was even questionable whether he could find a second partner or not.

If he was really willing to sacrifice everything for her, she might consider him.

However, what Pang Huihui didn’t expect was what Ma Yang whispered next.

"This money is for the you who once was. From now on, let’s cut all ties completely. I hope you won’t disturb my life again," he said.

Perhaps the turn of events was vastly different from what she had imagined.

Or maybe she was taken aback by the eagerness of the one who had asked for the breakup now wanting to sever ties so quickly.

Pang Huihui was stunned for a moment on the spot.

Her pride began to stir again.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Don’t worry, I won’t seek you out anymore either," she said.

Then, taking another look around, she added,

"So this is the new job you found."

"It does suit you, though. If you can’t open a game shop, working in one is not bad."

"Work hard, maybe you’ll have the chance to buy a house by the age of 40."

"No, this is my shop," Ma Yang reclined back in his chair, tilting his head slightly upwards towards the standing Pang Huihui.

"Your shop?" Pang Huihui was taken aback, looking around for confirmation.

The shop’s chic décor, albeit in a fairytale manner, was so clean and bright that it made her—an adult—feel it was somehow... high-end?

The investment in this store would easily amount to no less than 300,000 yuan.

How could it possibly belong to Ma Yang?

It was nothing more than a show of bravado not to appear humiliated in front of an ex after a breakup.

"Enough Ma Yang. We knew each other once. There’s no need to pretend with me. I know what you’re capable of," she said.

"Be honest. I have embarrassed myself in front of you, so there’s no need for you to hide anything."

"I actually thought better of you for being generous enough to lend me money in my time of need, but now... haha," Pang Huihui chuckled lightly, shaking her head, about to leave, when suddenly,

she saw two people who looked like reporters entering.

One was holding a microphone, while the other was carrying a camera.

Upon entering, the pretty, alert receptionist at the counter pointed them directly towards Ma Yang.

Under the shocked gaze of Pang Huihui.