Chapter 18

Lin Su agreed to help, and everything after that became much smoother.

Although she was only a freshman who had been enrolled for less than a year, she had joined the student union early and become vice director of a club.

This status might be of little use outside the school.

But within the school’s small environment, it was still very effective—at least far more so than ordinary students in terms of familiarity with teachers.

Moreover, Yuncheng Xijuxue Academy’s recording studio occasionally opened free of charge to students, helping voice acting majors gain experience.

So.

After Lin Su’s negotiations, the recording studio issue was resolved smoothly without major complications.

After entering the studio smoothly, Qin Xiaoyu didn’t delay long—he led a group of senior voice actors and officially began work.

His time was limited.

On one hand, he needed to finish recording all required voiceovers before the game’s release and replace everything back home.

On the other hand, the school had granted them only one day.

Fortunately, the first version’s content wasn’t too extensive, so this time was barely enough for Qin Xiaoyu.

As for the later versions’ content.

Qin Xiaoyu wasn’t in a hurry at all—once the game officially launched and generated some income, renting a recording studio would be feasible.

What?

What if the game didn’t earn as much as expected after launch?

Qin Xiaoyu had considered this scenario too, but he felt it was unlikely such a ridiculous thing would happen.

Even before release, the game had already topped trending lists, and player anticipation was fully maximized.

Who could resist a Wind God who spent all day saying “hehe” and slacking off?

Besides.

The success of Genshin Impact had already been proven once on Earth in its original timeline.

Although the gaming environment in this parallel world was slightly different, all current reactions suggested it wasn’t wildly off track.

While Qin Xiaoyu was busy with recording.

On the other side.

At the entrance of the Lanshan Apartment studio, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and an elegant demeanor suddenly appeared.

That’s right!

This man was Gaohe, the head of Hongshan Investment, who had already visited once last night.

Now he stood at the door, observing the interior with keen interest.

The office space was rudimentary and small—nothing surprised him; it matched exactly what he’d expected on the way over.

Thump!

Thump-thump…

After a moment of observation, Gaohe gently knocked on the door and asked: “Excuse me, may I disturb you?”

His tone was polite, his face wearing a gentle smile.

Cai Qiu and Chen Wei, busy refining the official website, both paused their work and turned toward the door.

Since founding this studio, apart from property management coming to collect electricity bills and the landlord coming to collect rent, they rarely had visitors.

And this middle-aged man, they had never seen before.

So both stared at Gaohe at the door, puzzled.

“Uh… are you looking for someone?”

After a moment of hesitation, Cai Qiu asked cautiously.

“I am Gaohe. May I ask if this is MHY Studio?”

As he spoke, Gaohe stepped inside and pulled out two business cards, handing one each to Cai Qiu and Chen Wei.

“Yes!”

Chen Wei nodded and took the card, then examined it closely.

Meanwhile, Cai Qiu felt increasingly uneasy.

Their original studio name wasn’t MHY—it was only recently changed by Qin Xiaoyu.

Although neither he nor Chen Wei knew why Fish Brother had suddenly picked such a strange name, they had never opposed his decision.

But this name had only been used for a few days; aside from submitting it once for the game’s copyright application, almost no outsiders knew it.

Could this man be an official reviewer? Had something gone wrong with the game’s copyright?

But that didn’t make sense!

The approval had already been granted—if there were issues, they’d just get a phone call requesting edits, not a personal visit.

“You should have three members, right? May I ask where the third teammate is?”

Gaohe waited a moment but still hadn’t seen the other main creator listed in his documents, so he casually asked.

For any cooperation talk, he needed all parties present.

Otherwise, if he convinced these two but the third returned and suddenly changed terms, it would be troublesome.

“You mean Fish Brother? He’s occupied with something today—he won’t be coming to the studio.”

Chen Wei answered briefly, then asked: “By the way, Mr. Gao, you haven’t said why you’re here yet!”

Chen Wei had already read the card.

Although all of them were tech nerds, they’d at least heard of Hongshan Investment and Gaohe’s name.

He had a faint suspicion, but wasn’t certain, so he probed gently.

“Is Genshin Impact the game your team developed?”

Gaohe, a seasoned negotiator, saw right through this tactic—but he didn’t beat around the bush. He smiled and continued:

“I studied abroad for a while and was immersed in anime culture. I happened upon your game and found it perfectly to my taste, so I came to talk with you.”

Gaohe spoke plainly, yet skillfully employed negotiation art.

First, his interest in their game stemmed purely from personal passion—he mentioned nothing about future commercial value.

Second, he only said he wanted to “talk,” not to invest or partner—he deliberately created tension.

Many young startup teams, upon hearing Hongshan Investment was interested but hadn’t outright offered investment, would panic on their own.

Desperate to secure funding, they’d often make overly generous concessions.

This was one key reason Gaohe could acquire promising projects at extremely low prices.

This is also one of the main reasons Gaohe can often secure promising projects at extremely low prices.

To Gaohe’s shock, his tried-and-true tactic had failed completely today.

After hearing his words, Cai Qiu and Chen Wei exchanged glances. Though initially excited,

they immediately answered in unison: “Mr. Gao, this isn’t something you can discuss with us—you need to talk to Fish Brother. He probably won’t be at the studio today. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”

But soon they answered in unison: “Mr. Gao, you’re wasting your time coming to us—go talk to Brother Yu. He’s not coming to the studio today, probably. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”