I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

At ten o'clock in the morning, Psylocke knocked on the door. The two of them went out to have breakfast together and headed towards the venue. Both of them were lazy and could go to bed late but refused to get up early, so they smartly rushed to the hotel next to the venue to rest last night. .

According to Edward's memory, the Game Developers Conference in 09 should have been held in September, but this time is special, someone used his own identity to hold a small conference, and didn't grab the regular Game Developers Conference in September. The limelight can also attract people.

However, the convening was rather hasty, and the invited guests were fine, but the publicity was not in place. Many game companies are rushing to the main event in September, so there are not many game teams here this time, mainly small and medium-sized players. Game studios mostly attract investment.

At ten o'clock, the invited game development team had already started the first round of speeches, and Edward and Lingdie rushed to the venue at this time.

As soon as he entered, Edward's whole body trembled.

Not cold, but an inexplicable chill, as if someone was watching him.

Lingdie raised her brows, released her mental power, and collided with an invisible eye. The eye was vulnerable to a single blow, and it shattered with a crash.

The big boss of the Wayne family really guessed it, and someone really did something to the creator of the game.

I'm free, Lingdie rolled her eyes, she made a game to provoke someone.

Edward sensed the attack of the spirit butterfly, and he was more sure of his guess. The beetle hacked into the surveillance system, and with Edward's sensed direction, he conducted a triangular search and confirmed the target.

An ordinary-looking man in a suit, holding a book with a black cover in his hand. Although the blood-red title is rare, it is not uncommon, but the problem with this book is that Edward cannot recognize the title. What language is it.

The beetle's database compared and calibrated all the languages ​​​​that have appeared on the earth, and concluded that it is not the language of the earth.

The information obtained by the beetles through the monitoring images is limited by the technological level of monitoring, and it is difficult to obtain other useful information except the images.

Edward recorded the person's aura and information, as if nothing had happened.

The two had a tacit understanding, one pretended that he didn't feel anything, the other pretended that he didn't do anything, and pretended nothing happened.

"They seem to be here. Let me ask where they are." Anyway, the phone hasn't been connected yet, so Lingdie said, "Matilda and Osborne seem to have people coming. The competition may be a bit fierce later."

"Well, you can talk about the investment later, and I'll talk about the content." Edward said.

"You're really at ease."

"I believe you." Edward smiled and said, "Is there anyone from the company I asked you to pay attention to yesterday?"

"tx" Lingdie held the phone between his shoulder and ear and looked through the information. "Yes, there is, but what Matilda and Osborne mean is that they don't want outside companies to get involved."

"Haha, what a coincidence, I just don't want them to interfere."

"You have to cooperate with tx"

"Well, it's enough for us to add tx. The mainland market is one of the future focuses. Matilda and Osborne don't seem to care too much about video games. They habitually ignore the mainland market for market prospects. , I don't want Matilda and Osborne to intervene, please work hard."

"Okay, you have the final say. Who makes you the boss? The call is connected." Lingdie shushed and started talking to the other party.

The current situation is that T is looking for someone to invest. They are asking for help. The investors are uncles, and the investments that come to their doorstep are rejected. Normal people cannot do this, especially Matilda and Osborne. The two of them, not to mention giants, are also very famous. Once the money invested is not just one or two points, they will definitely be richer than Edward's current budget.

Edward's request is indeed a bit too much, and he is also a little worried about the difficulty of Psylocke. He is not worried about whether Psylocke can do it, but mainly worried about whether she is willing to be a telepathic person. In the mall, it is said that she is like a duck in water. If you are too light, it will be difficult to eavesdrop on people's thoughts and change people's thoughts without success.

Edward yawned, he wasn't sleepy, but his current personality was to stay up until midnight last night to draw design drawings, so he had to cover it up.

Lingdie quickly hung up the phone and met briefly at the place agreed upon by both parties.

"They were already talking with the Matilda Group, but when they heard we were coming, most of them rushed over together." Lingdie told Edward the news he had just inquired about.

"What did you use to lure them here?" Edward asked.

t's status is very awkward at this stage. The game maps and character models are relatively rough, and most people who have played it feel that they are too familiar with Dota. Although t has replaced Dota-like games with ba games, it still cannot change. The subjective consciousness of many players.

In addition, the original painting of the skin is relatively crude. In fact, most companies are not very optimistic about him. After all, there are far more Dota-like games than League of Legends.

Under such circumstances, it is not unusual to have access to a big company like the Matilda Group who is willing to invest, but to let the big boss down to find Edward, a company that just established a relationship yesterday.

"We had a chat last night, and I gave them part of your plan." Lingdie laughed, "Their reaction is definitely bigger than you think, if I didn't push you to sleep yesterday, they would probably come to see you overnight you."

"" On the surface, Edward was as calm as a mirror, but in his heart, he was in trouble for a long time. He was in the middle of the night yesterday at various bases of Hydra, picking sheep and snakes. Forget it, he was still picking wool.

As for the frank exchange he had with his alien friends in the middle of the night, Edward unilaterally used the power of dreams to try and keep Malafake half alive, which enhanced the understanding between the two parties. Edward knew how to kill him directly next time. For the concerns of both parties, The topic was fully exchanged, and Edward told him that his origins were wrong.

The two parties soon met up around the venue.

The five trotted over. They glanced at Lingdie and Edward with uncertainty. The first person seemed to want to call to confirm, but Lingdie immediately raised his arm and waved.

The five breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the two of them.

"Miss Braddock, and Mr. Ed" were all wearing a black round-neck long-sleeved T-shirt, with shaved heads, and they looked very energetic.

"It's us." Lingdie nodded.

"Wow, I felt like a beautiful woman when I called just now, and I felt right." A person in a white striped plaid shirt next to her said in surprise.

"Ed" and the others looked at Edward with uncertainty.

"Edward, nice to meet you, genius designers." Edward took the initiative to extend his hand.

"No, it should be that we are very happy to see you. We saw your design drawings and the mechanism of your design yesterday. We didn't sleep well all night and have been waiting to see you. Oh, by the way, Brandon Ray Zbek.”

The man in the plaid shirt followed closely and came over to shake hands, "Mark Tryndamere Merrill."