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Chapter 531 - 172: The Game Design Conference with Generous Rewards!_4

Chapter 531: Chapter 172: The Game Design Conference with Generous Rewards!_4

The two journalists politely shook hands with Ma Yang and said with a smile,

"Mr. Ma, good to see you. We’re journalists from the China Broadcasting Bureau, and we scheduled an interview with you yesterday."

"Pleasure to meet you, it’s great to see you all." Ma Yang no longer looked at Pang Huihui; instead, he stood up, beaming with enthusiasm and shook hands with the journalists one by one.

"We finally managed to schedule an appointment with you, Mr. Ma. You’ve become quite the big shot."

"Journalist Zhao is kind of making fun of me... I’m just trying to make a living under the great Designer Ke, who’s the true era-transcending big shot here. I’m feasting on the scraps that fall from the big shot’s table; how dare I call myself a big shot."

Upon hearing this, the journalist also felt a deep sense of agreement.

"That’s true... I remember two years ago, it was still possible to get an interview with Mr. Ke; now, he’s like an elusive dragon, rarely seen. The China Broadcasting Bureau’s attempts to interview him are met with outright refusal." Mentioning this, the journalist also showed a hint of helplessness.

But there’s not much that can be done.

After all, interviews are such things that unless there’s a serious event of special circumstances,

even the state media getting rejected is within one’s rights, let alone accepting an interview.

Moreover, in the gaming industry of Huaxia Nation at the current time,

with the release of Swtich and three exclusive games that are colossal hits,

Player No.1 has already secured one of the top three giants of the gaming world in the hearts of gamers, effectively replacing the declining Silver Brilliance.

A company that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Tengjing and Netcom, even if it’s just a bit behind in seniority, is still a magnate.

And remember, the founder of the company, Ke Jin, is still young, and that’s the most terrifying part.

"However, Mr. Ma, you don’t need to be too modest. As the pioneer of China’s Offline Game Experience Hall, and having expanded the industry in such a remarkably short time, you too have created a miracle."

"As far as I know, Jianglin City alone has expanded by 30 stores in less than a month, averaging one store per day. This rate of expansion is possibly only matched by our neighboring industry’s Ice and Snow Honey City."

"So, Mr. Ma, do you have any insights or experiences that you could share with us?"

Of course, no matter how the journalists asked,

Ma Yang’s answers were still those few sentences.

Right time, right place, right people.

Among these, Player No.1’s next-generation console Swtich and the high-quality game titles represent the right time.

The offline market’s untapped potential is the right place.

And he himself could, at best, be considered the right people.

And even that is the kind of right people anyone could replace.

"Mr. Ma, if you keep talking like that, our report will be difficult to write... We all know about Designer Ke’s capabilities, but we’re here to interview you..." The journalist, faced with Ma Yang’s repetitive answers, was somewhat at a loss, the pen in hand ready to write but unable to jot down anything substantial.

"It really has nothing to do with me." Ma Yang, realizing the journalist kept trying to get something out of him and finding it hard to refuse anymore, thought for a moment and then said,

"The truth is this: The idea for the offline chain stores came from Mr. Ke’s inspiration, and it was the revelations between the lines from the great man himself that led me to create this blue ocean market. So if you really want to report on something, just report on Designer Ke."

"Uh... Really?"

"Mhm, really." Ma Yang nodded earnestly.

Standing to the side and mistaken by the journalist as Ma Yang’s assistant, Pang Huihui had been zoning out the entire time.

She watched Ma Yang chatting and laughing with the journalists sent by the China Broadcasting Bureau,

her eyes filled with surprise and unfamiliarity.

The shock remained clearly etched on her face.

Her heart, on the other hand, was like a stormy sea!

This store... could it really be opened by her ex-boyfriend?

And, from what the journalist just mentioned,

what Ma Yang owned wasn’t just this one store...

Around the whole of Jianglin... there were over 30 stores??

What on earth had happened during this past month?

Was it all thanks to that pile of games she didn’t think would catch on?

Did these games really have such allure to draw in crowds like this?

Had the times changed, or was the person who lacked vision and foresight actually her?

Thinking back to how she had ridiculed Ma Yang’s idea of opening a game store just before they broke up,

Pang Huihui felt her face grow hot with embarrassment, not knowing whether to stay or go.

If right now, Pang Huihui’s heart was only shocked and in disbelief,

then after the journalist’s next question and Ma Yang’s answer,

her heart was utterly swallowed by a towering wave of regret.

"By the way, Mr. Ma, I have a somewhat personal question, I hope it’s okay to ask."

"Go ahead."

"I’ve heard some rumors that before you opened this store, there were some disputes with your girlfriend, and there were some emotional discordances between you... Some say your girlfriend cheated on you, is that true?"

Hearing this, Ma Yang’s expression subtly froze.

He hadn’t expected the journalist to dig up such a personal matter.

It must have been spread after he poured his heart out while drinking with a few friends some time ago.

The emotional entanglements of an ordinary person certainly wouldn’t interest anyone.

But as the founder of ’Game Fun,’ who has recently caught the industry’s eye, his past and rise to prominence were of interest to many gossips.

After all, compared to the unexciting news of ’a rich second-generation who grew up with a silver spoon in the mouth creating a brand new industry,’ which would at most elicit a ’oh, I see,’