Have you ever made games? Then you should write about games!

Seeing Chen Dong's firm attitude, Xia, the translator, was taken aback.

Although Chen Dong's demands were reasonable, some demands, even if legal, could still be nitpicked by those with ulterior motives.

Xia, the translator, rubbed his hands, which were already quite wrinkled, and began to speak hesitantly.

"Mr. Chen, the other party is, after all, a national blogger in Japan, and also one of the top streamers in the world."

"Give this kind of person some special privileges, and he can also promote Star Card's game for free. I think others won't say much."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Chen Dong's eyes froze for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at the other person's dark circles under his eyes, caused by years of insufficient rest leading to blood vessel congestion.

"I understand, Xia. Your work is over. I will pay you the full amount of the salary I promised."

Upon hearing this, Translator Xia seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her back slumping slightly, before she quickly waved her hand and said...

"Mr. Chen, I am not competent for this job, so you don't need to pay me."

Then, Xia, the translator, fled towards the stall, but after taking only two steps, she stopped and turned back to kindly remind Chen Dong.

"Mr. Chen, you can't treat Fujishima Yuichiro as an ordinary video blogger. He can be said to be a cultural icon of Japan. Although he does not hold any official position, according to opinion polls, more than half of the Japanese people support this national blogger."

If you know Jay Chou, a singer from mainland China, you can think of him as the Jay Chou of Japan. Moreover, his status and influence in Japan are a hundred times greater than his status and influence in mainland China.

Therefore, if you still want the Japanese market, you shouldn't go against Yuichiro Fujishima.

Xia, the translator, knew perfectly well that as long as he intended to make a living as a translator in Japan, he absolutely must not get involved in this mess. After leaving behind a word of advice, he left the stall without looking back and disappeared into the crowd.

Only when Xia, the translator, disappeared into the crowd did Chen Dong turn his gaze away, look down at Yin Qingying beside him, and whisper his instructions.

"Transfer Xia's full payment according to the amount stated in the contract."

Yin Qingying nodded without saying anything more.

Then, she turned her gaze to Fujishima Yuichiro, who was standing in the center of the crowd, and asked him with some concern.

"Mr. Chen, what are your plans?"

If that guy named Yoichiro really has the influence that Translator Xia described, then we probably can't afford to offend him so easily.

Seeing the worry in Yin Qingying's eyes, Chen Dong smiled and reached out to pat her head.

"With me here, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Chen Dong's casual remark struck Yin Qingying's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yin Qingying did not object to Chen Dong placing his hand on her head; she simply lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

The gazes directed at the crowd outside the stalls also became much calmer.

After calming Yin Qingying down, Chen Dong turned back and gave his programmer a firm look. Then, he took out his phone and walked towards the bodyguard standing in front of him, calmly repeating what he had just said.

As Chen Dong stood in front of the bodyguard, a mechanical female voice played from his phone, containing the words he had just spoken, only translated into Japanese.

Holding his phone in one hand, Chen Dong calmly met the gaze of his bodyguard. Even though the bodyguard was half a head taller than Chen Dong, his imposing manner was gradually suppressed by Chen Dong.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the phone, turned up to maximum volume, finished playing the last syllable.

Seeing Chen Dong's firm attitude, the Chinese fans surrounding the booth, the die-hard Star Card fans who had traveled across the ocean, as well as the black guys and white foreigners from other countries, all couldn't help but show expressions of shock.

In their view, the safest course of action for Xingka at this moment is to temporarily accept the other party's request and grant them certain privileges.

After all, it's just a trial opportunity; there's no need to escalate it to a life-or-death situation.

While these people were simply shocked, the Japanese around them were instantly filled with surging anger.

Apart from a few who remained rational, the rest of the Japanese were overcome with anger and began to hurl insults.

Especially the brainless female fans of Fujishima Yuichiro, if it weren't for the security guards at the convention center, they probably would have crossed the cordon and pounced on Chen Dong, leaving several marks on his face with their long, thin nail polish.

The bodyguard standing in front of Chen Dong had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes, as big as copper bells, were churning with almost visible anger.

However, due to his status as Fujishima Yuichiro's bodyguard, he could not do anything out of line and could only forcibly suppress the urge to take action.

Exposed to the public eye, his every move will be magnified infinitely. If he makes any excessive actions that cause controversy, it will inevitably affect the reputation of his employer, Fujishima Yuichiro.

So, the bodyguard didn't say anything, just glared at Chen Dong, and returned to Fujishima Yuichiro's side.

In the center of the crowd, listening to the fans around him vying to stand up for him, Fujishima Yuichiro remained remarkably calm, even raising his hand to signal to the fans not to get excited.

He only spoke slowly after the noise of the crowd gradually subsided.

"Since Starcard doesn't welcome me, I'll have to try out games from other developers first. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Chen."

Fujishima Yuichiro's voice wasn't exactly pleasant, but it possessed a magnetic quality that inexplicably had a strong allure.

After bowing slightly to Chen Dong, Fujishima Yuichiro, surrounded by bodyguards and security guards, headed to his next target stall.

The photographer who had been following Fujishima Yuichiro the whole time gave a close-up shot of the Star Card booth's sign before leaving, as if he wanted the viewers and fans in the live stream to remember it.

With Fujishima Yuichiro's departure, almost half of the people outside Xingka's booth vanished instantly; not a single Japanese dared to remain in front of Xingka's booth.

Compared to the bustling crowd thirty minutes ago, the place is now practically deserted.

On the contrary, the number of players trying out the games inside the booth did not decrease.

They are all Chinese, and they don't care much for Fujishima Yuichiro. They won't give up the precious trial opportunity that they have been waiting in line for a long time because of him.

"Mr. Chen, should we end the exhibition early?"

Yin Qingying took two steps forward, walked to Chen Dong's side, and asked softly.

Chen Dong neither nodded nor shook his head, but silently watched Fujishima Yuichiro's departing figure.