Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 193: The Rise and Fall! Early Collision!

"Next... next Sunday! We... must play a few more rounds!"

"We... must... et again! Young brother!"

"Old brother... don't... don't worry! Your little brother always... keeps his word!"

"Good... good..."

"Then I'll... hic... take my leave first..."

"Be... careful on your way back! Don't drink and drive, don't drive and drink!"

"Alright alright alright, you two can stop now!"

Shen Miaomiao draped Gu Sheng's arm over her shoulder and called to the housekeeper:

"Auntie Song, please look after my dad, we're leaving first! They're completely wasted, I shouldn't have co..."

Shen Miaomiao was exhausted.

This al!

Starting at noon, the two had been drinking until 2:30 pm!

Halfway through, Old Shen even brought out his treasured vintage Maotai.

Their terms of address had evolved from "Uncle Shen" and "Little Gu" to "old brother" and "little brother."

She was speechless.

It felt like this hocoming was just for the two of them, with her rely serving as the matchmaker.

Dragging Gu Sheng with great effort into the elevator, Shen Miaomiao finally relaxed and shot a glare at the alcohol-laden Gu Sheng, muttering:

"How does this gaming incubus manage to charm people outside the gaming circle too..."

Yet!

Before she could finish!

Gu Sheng suddenly spoke: "Because I'm handso."

"Huh?!"

Shen Miaomiao jumped in surprise!

Turning her head!

She t Gu Sheng's shimring eyes—though slightly unfocused, they were clearly still conscious!

"You... you're not drunk?"

Shen Miaomiao was stunned!

Gu Sheng smiled, withdrawing his arm from her shoulder and exhaling alcohol-laden breath: "A man's seven parts drunk can act enough to make you cry."

Shen Miaomiao was shocked: "You were pretending to be drunk?"

"Because I needed to pretend,"

Gu Sheng explained:

"I knew your father needed to pretend, your father knew I was pretending, and I knew your father knew I was pretending, so I had to be drunk."

"If you're drunk," Shen Miaomiao rubbed her temples, "then are you actually drunk or not?"

Gu Sheng smiled faintly: "As if drunk."

After laughing, he ruffled Little Nezha's head: "You're much cuter than your dad."

Old Gu must be drunk after all.

Though not completely incoherent, the alcohol had clearly emboldened him enough for such an intimate gesture.

Shen Miaomiao's cheeks flushed pink as she went to drive, mumbling to herself.

anwhile, Gu Sheng staggered slightly out of the elevator, lighting a cigarette outside the garage.

Shen Wanlin was truly formidable.

Though their earlier conversation had seed like casual small talk—boasting and mutual flattery—within their exchange, Shen Wanlin's insights, especially regarding Golden Wind's future diversified developnt strategy, were nothing short of brilliant.

Of course!

If that were all, Shen Wanlin would simply be an impressive ntor.

What truly terrified Gu Sheng—even frightened him—was that Shen Wanlin knew nothing about gaming.

Before Gu Sheng stepped into the Shen household, Shen Wanlin's understanding of the gaming industry was even less than Shen Miaomiao's had been at the beginning!

Shen Wanlin had never even played Plants vs. Zombies!

Yet!

Through just a few brief explanations and the information Gu Sheng had casually dropped, Shen Wanlin had pinpointed the critical aspects, offering guidance and suggestions—each one hitting the mark with remarkable precision!

For soone entirely unfamiliar with an industry to absorb its basics in such a short ti, then turn around and provide spot-on advice to professionals within that field—it was nothing short of astounding!

It was like a decades-long poker player suddenly picking up League of Legends, watching a few videos, and imdiately reaching Challenger tier!

This wasn't just ridiculous—it was terrifying!

Such top-tier learning ability and analytical reasoning, combined with decades of experience, made Old Shen practically a human cheat code!

Gu Sheng even suspected he might have his own system hack!

It seed he'd need to visit Uncle Shen more often in the future.

Even just playing a few gas of chess would be imnsely beneficial.

Just as he was thinking this!

Beep beep! The car horn sounded.

Little Nezha had already pulled up, and Gu Sheng opened the door to get in.

As soon as he buckled his seatbelt, Shen Miaomiao asked: "Hey? Were you just insulting earlier?"

"Huh?" Gu Sheng was baffled: "When did I insult you?"

"You said I'm cuter than my dad," Shen Miaomiao frowned suspiciously: "Were you calling stupid?"

"No—way!"

Gu Sheng waved his hand:

"How could I? That's so unfair! After all the nice things I said about you in front of your dad, praising you relentlessly!"

Oh right! That's true!

Feeling slightly guilty, Shen Miaomiao mumbled: "Then... then sorry, I was being petty."

"Hmph!"

Gu Sheng turned his head toward the window:

"Too late to apologize now. Next week, I'm definitely telling your dad how you slack off at work, hogging the conference room to snack and binge dramas—utterly wicked, with employees complaining endlessly!"

"Ahhh no no no—"

Shen Miaomiao frantically tugged at Gu Sheng's sleeve, shaking it:

"Forgive ~ please~ you're magnanimous~ I'll bake you cakes when we get ho~"

"So did I insult you?"

"No!"

"Are you cute?"

"Yes!"

"Then drive cutely, I'm dizzy and need to nap."

"Okay! Vroom vroom! The car is moving—huh? Old Gu, your car won't listen to ! It won't go!"

"You didn't shift gears... wait, aren't you sober? Why are you dizzy too?"

"I got dizzy from my own cuteness! Heehee!"

"..."

anwhile...

"Master, have so fruit and tea."

Following the young miss's instructions, the housekeeper brought out sliced fruit, brewed tea, and prepared so sweet preserves.

"Auntie Song, what do you think of that Little Gu?"

Auntie Song had worked as a housekeeper for Shen Wanlin for many years.

Efficient, diligent, discreet, and perceptive—she had served faithfully all these years.

Shen Wanlin, holding imnse power and influence, trusted very few people.

If Li Heng was his right-hand man in business, then Auntie Song was his most trusted confidant in daily life—one of the rare people he relied on completely, never hiding anything from her whether hosting guests or discussing matters.

"I think that young man is quite good,"

Auntie Song worked briskly but spoke gently, a kind soul:

"Polite, capable, and most importantly, he seems to have won your favor."

Hearing this, Shen Wanlin glanced at her and chuckled:

"How do you know he's won my favor?"

"If I may say so,"

Auntie Song smiled:

"Many young talents have visited this house over the years,"

"But I've never seen you as happy as today—playing chess, drinking,"

"Of course, I'm just rambling... please have so tea."

Auntie Song never overstepped, speaking only of what she observed, and always with restraint.

Shen Wanlin smiled, eating a preserved fruit and sipping the steaming tea before picking up the phone to dial a number.

Soon, the call connected: "Yes, Master?"

"Mm," Shen Wanlin acknowledged: "Ah Hu, prepare to vacate the Binjiang Yaju apartnt."

"Understood, I'll arrange it imdiately,"

Ah Hu replied:

"After that...?"

"That's all. It's been nearly half a year—that boy knows his limits,"

Shen Wanlin leaned back on the sofa, massaging his slightly aching head:

"Besides, the girl's grown up. They can handle things themselves now."

Then, rembering sothing, he added: "Make sure to clean thoroughly when vacating—don't leave anything behind, especially anything conspicuous."

"Of course," Ah Hu assured him: "Don't worry, Master."

...

"The next day!"

Golden Wind, Gu Sheng's office.

Lu Bian and Da Jiang sat across from him like eager schoolchildren, backs straight, eyes burning with gossipy curiosity.

"Why are you two more nosy than old ladies at the village well?"

Gu Sheng sighed, peeling a tea egg while shooting them a look:

"It was just a normal business-family dinner, nothing more,"

"We played chess, drank tea, discussed work, had a al—that's it."

"That's all?"

Lu Bian was skeptical.

"What else?" Gu Sheng shrugged: "What were you expecting?"

"Three kids in two years,"

Da Jiang, ever the quiet one who dropped bombshells:

"Since you're fully devoted to gaming and CEO Ou is hands-off, Shen Capital will naturally go to the grandchildren."

Gu Sheng shuddered, shoving the freshly peeled tea egg into Da Jiang's mouth: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

"Hmph, hm hm hm hm... (But, I hardly talk as it is...)"

Da Jiang blinked innocently.

"Alright, serious talk,"

Lu Bian cut in:

"You two have been dancing around each other for ages—living together for half a year now. When are you going to make it official... you know?"

He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well... when the ti's right..."

Despite his usual composed deanor, Gu Sheng turned into an ostrich on this topic:

"Let things take their natural course..."

"Natural course my foot,"

Lu Bian scoffed:

"Even the post-credits scene in To the Moon wasn't enough of a natural course?"

"Exactly," Da Jiang finally finished the tea egg: "If it were Bian-ge, they'd be sharing blankets by now..."

Before he could finish!

Lu Bian stuffed the remaining half of his fried dough stick into Da Jiang's mouth: "Just eat your breakfast."

Watching Da Jiang's mouth get stuffed again, Gu Sheng couldn't help but laugh.

Wiping his hands with a tissue: "Alright, let's discuss what really matters."

Hearing this, Lu Bian and Da Jiang straightened up.

Their daily banter was just lighthearted fun—when Old Gu and Little Nezha would finally confess their feelings was sothing neither of them knew, nor even Gu Sheng himself could say.

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps next year, perhaps the next ti MiiaShen whimsically collaborated with SamGu again.

Fate had already woven its threads.

Their current restraint might simply be building toward a more dazzling bloom.

While emotions could follow their natural course, business competition demanded seizing every advantage without delay.

"During our chat yesterday, I briefly updated Old Chairman Shen on Kora's recent moves,"

Gu Sheng said:

"Right now, Kora seems to be testing the waters with small-scale promotions to gauge market reaction,"

"Based on our projections, Kora's full-scale promotional blitz should begin early next month,"

"But according to Chairman Shen, their campaign will likely start earlier—with high probability."

This revelation stunned Lu Bian and Da Jiang!

"Earlier?" Lu Bian frowned: "Wouldn't that seem rushed?"

Currently, Kora's limited promotions had been running for about two weeks, and public sentint was gradually improving.

Though player backlash against Kora still existed, their PR efforts had significantly muted the "Fvk KOMINA" outcry.

By Gu Sheng's estimate, if Kora maintained this slow-boil strategy for another half-month, player dissatisfaction would reach manageable levels by month's end.

Then, Kora could launch their full-scale marketing assault.

To counter this, Golden Wind had scheduled their Outlast project announcent for early next month.

But now!

Gu Sheng's future father-in-law Chairman Shen predicted Kora's blitz might co earlier?

aning they'd collide with Kora ahead of schedule?

"Kora can't afford that, right? It'd cost them way more,"

Da Jiang also frowned:

"Starting large-scale promotions two weeks early ans heavier backlash—they'd need to spend even more on PR,"

"Plus, they don't even know about our Outlast project—no reason to rush,"

"Why would Uekoe Kagemasa, that old miser, suddenly hurry and spend extra just to promote earlier?"

For the mont, Lu Bian and Da Jiang couldn't grasp Chairman Shen's reasoning.

"That's exactly why I say Shen Wanlin is incredible,"

Seeing their confusion, Gu Sheng smiled:

"True, we've kept Outlast completely under wraps—Kora has no idea about our plans or the impending collision,"

"But,"

"We have To the Moon."

Hearing this!

Lu Bian and Da Jiang froze—then instantly understood!

Right!

To the Moon!

Thanks to its unexpected success and CEO Ou's generous charity efforts, Golden Wind now enjoyed unparalleled prestige dostically, its philanthropic image earning widespread player praise.

Even internationally, To the Moon's quality and charitable angle had sparked significant discussion!

As the saying goes—one's rise ans another's fall!

Golden Wind's glowing reputation inevitably intensified the PR pressure on Kora...