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

Beijing Capital International Airport, China: a clean, bright, and enormous underground parking lot.

Ren Kang expressionlessly lowered his head and got into a Maybach with a Beijing license plate (京A).

Ren Kang's aura was so oppressive that it made the air inside the car seem to freeze, causing the driver and secretary in the front seats to feel some difficulty breathing.

"It seems that President Ren's trip to the United States did not achieve the expected results..."

The secretary crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps the air conditioning in the car was too strong, because she couldn't help but rub her arms. Her movements were very light, as if she was afraid of making the slightest sound.

Instead, the driver noticed the secretary's subtle action and quietly turned up the air conditioning temperature a little.

In the spacious back seat, Ren Kang paid no attention to the driver and secretary's subtle actions, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

Ren Kang's pupils only snapped back to focus when he saw the GG sign for the annual game development competition held by Steam on the overpass, which had not yet been removed from the roadside.

At the same time, a bold idea popped into his mind.

"If foreigners can organize these game awards, why can't the Chinese do the same?"

Instead of participating in awards dominated by foreigners, we should create a game award that belongs to the Chinese people.

However, the Steam platform alone, even with the Steam Group included, cannot wield sufficient influence.

Ultimately, it will inevitably evolve into a small-scale award held within China by Chinese people, which will not gain the recognition of most players.

Only by uniting the Chinese gaming industry can this idea be realized.

Ren Kang rubbed his chin and suddenly smiled.

He was laughing at himself for being so naive at his age.

The driver and secretary, who were sitting in the front row, pretended not to hear anything, even though they didn't know what Ren Kang was doing in the back.

For working people, all they need to do is go to work, slack off, leave work, and collect their wages. They only get a small salary each month, so they don't have to think about the company, their boss, or their superiors.

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Eagle Country, Xinxiang, Kennedy Theatre.

At 8 p.m., the sky was already pitch black, but if you looked down from space, you could see Shinsho, the capital of the United Kingdom, shining brightly like a star.

Chen Dong was dressed in a close-fitting Zhongshan suit, looking refined and gentle, with the air of a modest Eastern gentleman.

Jiang Jia, on the other hand, was dressed in a bright red Chinese-style dress. Her face was as round as a silver plate, and her eyes were like water apricots. She was a graceful and elegant classical Chinese beauty.

On the land of the Eagle Kingdom, their strikingly different yet glamorous attire made them the most eye-catching figures on the entire street.

Some reporters recognized Chen Dong and quickly approached the two with their cameras, eager to conduct interviews as soon as possible.

However, Chen Dong simply greeted them and led Jiang Jia onto the red carpet, entering the magnificent Kennedy Theatre under the spotlight behind them.

However, Chen Dong did not notice that there were two familiar figures standing on the street opposite the Kennedy Theatre.

It was the duo who were stabbed, Wang Xin and Sun Dan.

Because Wang Xin had invested all his funds in game development, the two of them took the shuttle bus early in the morning to get here.

After waiting for several hours at the entrance of the Kennedy Theater, Chen Dong finally appeared.

"I told you not to come, but you insisted. Now look what's happened, neither of us will get any sleep tonight."

Seeing Chen Dong transform from a near-bankrupt loser into a successful rising star in the gaming industry in just a few months, with a dignified and beautiful woman by his side, Wang Xin was practically grinding his teeth in frustration.

In order to come to America, he betrayed his brother, but after all that effort, he not only failed to achieve anything, but the brother who was betrayed by him also succeeded.

The gap is truly unacceptable.

It was only through a combination of pulling and dragging that Sun Dan managed to get Wang Xin onto the last bus back home. If they had been any slower, they would have had to walk home that night.

Even sitting on the shuttle bus, Wang Xin couldn't forget what he had just witnessed. His eyes burned with resentment, envy, and jealousy, and he slammed his fist heavily against the back of the plastic chair.

As a result, the noise woke up the black guy sleeping in the back seat.

"Hey bro, what the hell are you doing?"

The black guy not only had a bad temper, but he was also tall and big, and his waist was bulging, as if he was carrying something dangerous.

Wang Xin, who had just been burning with jealousy and venting his anger on a plastic chair, immediately wilted and repeatedly raised his hands to apologize after being questioned by his black friend.

Back in China, it's okay to be a little arrogant, since the other party usually won't actually make a move.

But this is the United States, a place where shootings happen every day. If you're not careful, you might actually end up eating a peanut with a 9mm copper head.

Seeing that Wang Xin decisively slid to his knees and apologized sincerely, the black guy just continued to curse a few more times before returning to the back seat.

Seeing his black friends leave, Wang Xin was still furious, but he dared not cause any more trouble. He could only fantasize in his mind that once he succeeded, he would definitely regain the dignity he had lost in the United States.

On the other side, after hearing the host announce the winning game, Chen Dong felt a surge of anger.

However, Chen Dong didn't show it. Instead, when the director switched the camera to him, he smiled and applauded to congratulate Biyu Productions on winning the Best Action/Adventure Award at this year's TGA.

Although "Prince of Persia" was indeed of good quality and qualified for awards, Chen Dong knew in his heart that these foreigners must have tampered with the selection process behind the scenes.

If it weren't for their desire to tap into the massive Chinese market with its over one billion people, these people might not even be willing to give it a nomination for a TGA award.

Chen Dong stopped clapping and his smile faded only after the director cut the camera away.

Turning her head, she saw Jiang Jia's cheeks puffed up like steamed buns and couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

"Xiao Jiang, your facial expressions aren't very good."

Jiang Jia didn't care about Chen Dong's teasing. She stared intently at the clip of the "Prince of Persia" game playing on the big screen and gave a cold snort.

"While Prince of Persia is decent, Terraria is clearly a whole different level of fun. The judges must be blind to have given the award to Jade!"

Chen Dong's anger had dissipated considerably after his earlier laugh. He reached out to smooth Jiang Jia's hair and calmly comforted her.

"Perhaps due to some mistakes this year, Starcard didn't win an award at the TGA, but next year we'll strive to be perfect in every aspect, so that even if these foreigners are unwilling, they'll have no choice but to award us!"

Chen Dong looked up and met the gaze of Ifre, who was standing on the stage receiving an award.

Chen Dong could vaguely see a hint of mockery in Ivor's cloudy eyes.

It's as if they're saying that mere Chinese people have no right to touch the awards they founded.