Chapter 252

In fact, Li Zongzheng's idea is still a little simple, or a little too much love.

Hao Yun is probably the first person to see Liu Qingfeng's black letters on game island. At that time, he saw someone pouring dirty water on his company. Although he was also very angry, he didn't really pay attention to that guy.

Can't get up?

Not to mention climbing up, game Island, which has gradually become the end of the flow of the portal, is also worthy of comparison with cloud dream group?

He thinks that this guy should be punished.

But anyway, Liu Qingfeng's poisonous tongue really made Li Zongzheng angry. For him who treats designing games as an art or even a lifelong career, insulting his identity as a game designer is tantamount to insulting his personality!

After the meeting, the team members of the Xuanyuan sword tianzhihen project team, one or two of them, were like chicken blood, and put into their work.

For nothing else, even for the sake of fighting, they also want to hit the grandchildren in the face with facts.

Just when Liu Qingfeng was still there, he opened his mouth and bit like a devil. Yang Hongfa, who was far away from Yanjing, finally couldn't resist the pressure and applied for bankruptcy protection.

It's not only the cold of new work distribution, but also the fact that almost the whole development team has been poached, which makes Luohe culture more difficult to maintain.

It's better to apply for bankruptcy protection than to continue to lose money like this.

He has no chance to make a comeback.

At least

Yang Hongfa thinks so.

Seeing that the allies in the same trench have surrendered, Liu Qingfeng in the game island can't help feeling a little sad

As time goes by, the new year will soon be over.

Although the winter vacation is not over yet, Hao Yun, who is so busy at home, still gets his driver's license early and gets on the train back to Jiangcheng.

I haven't seen him in the company these days, and I don't know if his employees miss him.

When he came to the downstairs of Yunmeng building, Hao Yun happened to see a young man who was not tall, thin, and white as if he had a serious illness standing at the door of the building. He was looking at his head with a worried face, as if he wanted to go in but didn't dare to go in.

Hao Yun went over and asked curiously.

"Are you here to find someone?"

"No, it's not," Amin said shyly, scratching the back of his head. "I, I'm here to work."

"At work? What's your name

"An, an Ming!"

An Ming?

No impression

It's probably a new employee.

Hao Yun gave him an unexpected look and then said.

"Then what are you doing here? Get in."

Asked in such a hurry, an Ming whispered in a slightly embarrassed voice.

"I don't know that Yunmeng game had been in a dead end because of the plot, and his comics had been stopped for a long time.

I didn't expect to be instructed by this elder. The plot that had already entered a dead end in his heart was like pressing the flush button, which suddenly brightened up.

Anming's eyes are excited and his fists are clenched unconsciously. It's like he wants to go home now and pick up the brush to draw the stories in his mind.

Looking at this guy's face inspired by inspiration, the more he pondered, the more he felt that he had seen what he had painted, or that he felt full of vision.

However, even if he wanted to break his head, he didn't think of any clues, so he just said.

"Come on, you can't say it clearly if you ask... You can push your Weibo account to me later. I'm a little interested in the cartoon. If it's convenient, I'd like to know about it."

Anming nodded excitedly.

"No problem! I don't know your name yet

The elevator is on the floor.

As soon as the door was opened, Li Zongzheng came right in front of him.

Seeing Hao Yun standing with an Ming, he was stunned on the spot and blurted out in surprise.

"Mr. hao?"

Hearing this, Mr. Hao, an Ming, standing next to good luck, had a more exaggerated expression on his face. He stepped back in disbelief, his mouth opened and closed, and his voice stuttered.

"You, you are Mr. hao?"

Hao Yun touched his chin and gave him a strange look.

"Yes."

How many people can't recognize themselves these days?

How long has this guy not been online?

Get the confirmation reply, an Ming stood there on the spot.

On the first day of going to work, it was Mr. Hao of Yunmeng group who took him upstairs?

In other words, the boss is by my side?!

This

It's amazing!