Chapter 143: Accompany Me to a Place (Request Monthly Tickets, Request Rewards)

Under the manipulation of the "black curtain," Liu Tianxian secured her first victory!

Fang Hong brought out a confetti cannon and blasted flowers "bang!" onto Liu Tianxian's head.

The on-site staff clapped "clap-clap-clap!"

They didn't even know why they had to do this—it was just one game, why make such a big deal?

But the boss ordered them to cooperate, so they had no choice.

As long as the Principal was happy, they were happy; as for the Grand Marshal, who cared if he was happy or not?

It's his own bad luck for being matched against Liu Tianxian.

"Come on, give me a hug—congratulations on your win," Fang Hong grinned, opening his arms.

"Get lost, you're being so over-the-top," Liu Tianxian pushed him away, shaking the confetti off her head.

It was just one game win—confetti, clapping, anyone watching would think she'd won a grand prize.

"Don't be so dull," Fang Hong said.

Hearing that, Liu Tianxian didn't want to ruin his mood, so she opened her arms and hugged him.

All this fuss was just for this moment.

But honestly, it was kind of fun—that counter-killing moment gave her a real thrill.

That's the charm of competitive games.

Watching the two embrace, the staff clapped even harder, "clap-clap-clap!"

Now they understood: when Liu Tianxian was happy, the Principal was happy; when the Principal was happy, they were happy—this chain was complete.

"Enough!" Liu Tianxian slapped his back.

"Aww, so warm, I don't want to let go," Fang Hong whined.

"Stop being so sappy—it's not just us here!" Liu Tianxian blushed.

They parted, and the scene fell quiet; Fang Hong said, "I've got something to take care of, wait for me a bit."

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

Liu Tianxian, ever considerate, waved to the staff: "Keep working, I'm leaving now."

"Yes, Miss Liu!"

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Everyone responded—just by her bearing, you could tell she had the aura of a mistress.

Another day envying the Principal.

Fang Hong mainly discussed with Li Min when to launch—delaying deletion of data for a two-month public test, then officially opening servers next year, play it safe.

As for servers, rent first, then build later—after all, there's three hundred million yuan, can't spend it all.

Also, release the English version ASAP and let European and American players test it on Steam.

First adapt to Western players, then return to Asia—Japan and Korea.

From the start, Fang Hong positioned "Hero Glory" as a global game—he never intended to exploit domestic players.

Only Pig Factory and Tencent could do such things—he couldn't! Steam takes a cut, around 30%, but "Hero Glory" is free-to-play and generates no profit yet, so Steam can't earn anything.

But since the game currently has no popularity, Steam won't care—it already has tons of free games, all meant to draw traffic.

After overseas players finish testing, build servers in Europe and America directly, bypassing Steam.

In his past life, "League of Legends" did exactly this.

While Fang Hong discussed "Hero Glory"'s launch strategy above, Liu Tianxian had already gone downstairs to find Bao Jinjin and the others.

Of course, she'd seen the statue at the entrance—long before, even when she first arrived.

"Yifei, doesn't the statue at the entrance look like you?" Jiao Huajing said.

Nearby, Bao Jinjin and Shao Yihui were gossiping together; Zhang Disha, being male, didn't join in, only perked up his ears to eavesdrop.

"I didn't look closely," Liu Tianxian crossed her legs.

"The carving will naturally have differences—it can't be 100% identical—but anyone can tell it's Tianxian," Zhang Disha said.

Bao Jinjin patted Liu Tianxian's leg and teased, "The Principal truly loves you—he can't get enough of you at home, so he brings you to the office, and he doesn't just want to look himself—he wants everyone to look! Such a perfect husband—you've got to hold onto him!"

"Hehehe!"

The three girls burst into knowing, flirtatious giggles.

Liu Tianxian playfully swatted her: "You're always causing trouble."

She knew there were some online rumors claiming the Jade Rabbit logo resembled "Liu Tianxian," but the voices were quiet.

Because the logo was made when Fang Hong had no money—it was crude and never refined, so it looked vaguely similar but not quite.

Of course, some of Liu Tianxian's fans had specifically asked her on Weibo, and she never answered.

Liu Tianxian no longer resisted this as much as before—before, she feared misunderstandings; now, with their relationship, nearly everyone who knew them was aware.

So she let Fang Hong do as he pleased, saying nothing—it was clearly a declaration of his feelings, his affection!

Of course, if the two never ended up together, that would be another matter.

Just as the girls were laughing merrily, the door opened. "Ladies, excuse me—Miss Liu has matters to attend to, I must take her away!" Fang Hong's head appeared in the doorway.

"Take her away, take her away—we don't want to see her!" Bao Jinjin waved her hand, feigning disgust.

Liu Tianxian stood up, pretending to hit her; Bao Jinjin giggled and ducked behind Jiao Huajing.

As they stepped out, they could still hear the girls' gossiping laughter from the scriptroom.

Back in the Tandang office, Fang Hong walked straight to the main seat.

"Why do you always sit in that chair?" Liu Tianxian pointed.

"Huh? Who else would sit there?" Fang Hong looked baffled.

"Move over—I want to try sitting in your chair," Liu Tianxian gestured, suddenly curious.

"Then sit down." Fang Hong stepped aside.

Liu Tianxian tilted her small head high and sat in the main seat; no sooner had she sat than she involuntarily leaned back.

It was the chair's inertia; Fang Hong steadied her.

"Cough."

Liu Tianxian said calmly: "Sit across from me."

Fang Hong was speechless—could she please stop pretending? He sat in the secondary seat opposite.

"I heard 'The Score' got stuck—what happened? Report to me." Liu Tianxian had also heard about Fang Hong's banquet for the Beijing Film Academy's big shots.

Fang Hong hadn't mentioned this before; her sources were quite sharp.

"Report to Boss Liu: someone used connections to sabotage it, but it's been resolved now." Fang Hong cooperated.

"Who was it? Do you know?"

Liu Tianxian opened the cigar box on the desk, took out a cigar, and sniffed it near her nose.

"Probably Yu Donggua," Fang Hong said.

He had never told this guess to anyone—not even Chen Zhixi.

Because without evidence, saying it would be useless.

Liu Tianxian looked surprised, pointing the cigar at him: "How do you know it's him?"

"The Film Review Committee reviews films anonymously; without special connections, you can't know who reviewed your film.

I haven't offended many people, and those with this kind of influence in this circle are few. Huayi might have such connections, but this year they're in adjustment mode—no energy, no major films releasing, no conflict of interest. So I guess it's Yu Donggua."

Fang Hong explained clearly.

In 2011, Huayi released almost no films and had almost no interest in making them.

Because this year marked the three-year anniversary of Huayi's listing—shares were unlocked, and major shareholders were busy selling off their stakes to cash out; who had time to care about Yutu?

Not only Xiao Wang and Da Wang were constantly cashing out, but even Cat Factory and Tencent were reducing their holdings.

A company like this, always chasing financial shortcuts—pathetic.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bona's major releases this year were many: "Dragon Gate," "The Great Magician," "The Sorcerer and the White Snake," "Overheard 2," "New Shaolin Temple." Too many to count.

Looking across the entire film industry, the only rivals to Bona this year, besides Hollywood blockbusters, were few.

Guangxian had only "The Legend of Hongmen," and they weren't the main investor; "Painted Wall" doesn't count—it's trash.

Lao Mouzi's "The Flowers of War" was a sword forged over years.

So only Yutu had enough weight to rival Bona.

Because Yutu had never lost, and its output this year was decent: "To Our Youth That Is Fading" and "Beijing Meets Seattle" had already released.

Then there's the stuck "The Score," and behind it come "Fast Youth" and "The Big Man."

With five films, who else would Yu Pangzi target but Yutu?

The pie's this small—you eat more, others eat less. That's how it is.

"I see."

After hearing his analysis, Liu Tianxian suddenly understood.

This man had strong analytical ability—everyone thought it was Huayi, but he thought it was Bona.

"So what are you planning to do?" she said.

"What else can I do? Just endure it," Fang Hong shrugged.

"You're just going to endure it? That's not like you!"

Liu Tianxian smiled.

In the past, he always got revenge—but now he had to endure.

"If I followed my old temper, I'd put a sack over Yu Donggua's head, drag him into an alley, and beat him up—but I can't. I promised you I'd be an upright man." Fang Hong said.

"Hehehe, very obedient."

Liu Tianxian stood up, walked around the desk, and took his hand: "Come, accompany me somewhere."

Tonight was over.

(End of Chapter)