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Chapter 1160 2009 ([-])

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In 2009, at about 2:7 pm on February [-]th, San Francisco time, in the San Francisco headquarters of the American Twitter company——

A young man and woman are sitting in the reception area of ​​the office. It seems that the atmosphere is not very good.

"It's fine if it's a project to develop some new material. A game studio? Are you sure you're not joking?"

An American English that is more fluent than the average American is spoken from this beautiful woman who is obviously Asian, and by the way, there is a bit of anger bursting out between the lines.

She casually took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and then threw the investment document in her hand, which she thought was a joke no matter how she looked at it, onto the table.

"It was you who asked me to write you a report whenever I spent more than $1 in the future."

The man held the mobile phone horizontally with both hands, without raising his head, he said a word calmly, the calm tone really made people itch with hatred.

If you take a closer look, you will find that a horizontal version of the fighting game is displayed on his mobile phone, on which there are two villains back and forth performing various fist-to-flesh moves.

"What I mean by asking you to write a report is to ask you to use your so-called genius brain to think about whether it is worth it every time you spend money!"

The woman stared sharply at the tall figure in front of her who was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, and said through gritted teeth: "Twitter is our most promising investment project at present, and it has only been established for three years, and you throw it out every year." The funds are as high as several million! This time is even more extreme, you actually plan to invest 1000 million in a game studio that has not yet been established, are you crazy?"

"I use my own money." The man still played the game with his head down unmoved.

"Don't forget! In addition to my temporary position in the company, I also serve as your personal assistant!"

The woman leaned forward, slammed her hands on the table, and said loudly, "Leo, you were one of the victors in that battle on Wall Street, but don't forget... this is only in the United States. In this hunting ground, you win for the first time, and among so many hunters, you may still be the most insignificant novice!"

Finally, the man sighed softly and temporarily put down the phone in his hand.He raised his head, revealing a handsome face that became more and more mature with the passage of time, and a pair of shiny black eyes became more and more mysterious.

"In recent years, with the rapid development of mobile devices, various electronic products have been introduced. I foresee that in the near future, the game industry with more platform development possibilities will be full of new vitality."

As he spoke, the man smiled at the slightly stunned woman, that smile was gentle and charming, and he slowly explained to the woman with a very clear pronunciation:

"This is a market opportunity, I don't want to miss it, I plan to take a look first. In addition, this is the reason why I insisted on getting a foot in Apple. Although I don't like their ios system very much."

The man lowered his head again and continued to play the game, while saying, "Zoe, the carnival on Wall Street, the reason why I joined was not for the money I got after the end, but for the future use of that sum of money , to gain greater benefits for myself. If you are like a housekeeper, holding on to the small treasury every day, I'm afraid I really have to consider changing to an assistant. "

The woman was a little speechless by what he said, she pursed her lips, and immediately muttered in a low voice: "But... there is no need to go as far as Finland, right? There are many game companies with potential in the United States , do you insist on looking at a small workshop with only six people?"

"Don't underestimate that there are only six people in the family, isn't there a lot of experience?"

"You said that the six of them have launched a total of 12 games on 165 platforms? If they are really talented, they should have made their debut by now. I wonder if it's because you asked Apple to put 'KOF (King of Fighters)' on the shelves last time." The ios version was rejected, so I wanted to sell a game studio to play..."

The man looked up at her in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Hey! (here to express anger)"

"just a joke."

The man shrugged his shoulders, with a gentle smile always on his lips, and then lowered his head to play the fighting game on his mobile phone, and said softly: "I just saw them with my own eyes. Moreover, the work they prepared Isn’t the name of the room interesting too?”

"You said the name 'Supercell oy'? Your orientation is still as weird as ever. It's as incomprehensible as you want to name your company 'LJ' before! Who would have imagined that this is a company that has just been established A company worth over a billion dollars?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to be praised so much by you." The man seemed to be playing with his mobile phone intently, while laughing lowly.

"Leo!" the woman shouted shyly and angrily.

"OK OK."

The man waved his hand to signal the woman to calm down.

"Zoe, no, I'd better call you 'Zhier'... Hey, don't stare, I'm not joking, I really like your Chinese name."

The blushing woman glared at the man angrily, but she still calmed down obediently and listened carefully to what he had to say.

"'Inside, each member is a different cell', 'Supercell oy', what's wrong with this name? I at least see a little bit of the spirit that a real game producer should have in it. Also, don't you Forget, my eyesight has always been very accurate. You were picked out of so many people by my eyes."

The blush on his face seemed to be a little bit thicker, but the woman snorted and said, "Isn't it because you mistakenly thought I was Korean?"

The man's face froze, and then he laughed dryly, quickly lowered his head, and pretended to play the game: "Actually... Actually, I like China more than Korea. You don't know, when I was young, my English scores were very good, But I can read Chinese better, and I wonder if I am something, gifted? Is this word correct?"

"Di!"

At this moment, before the woman could laugh at the man further, the landline on the desk not far away made a crisp sound, and then a pure American woman's voice came out from it.

"Sir, Mr. Panetta, the guest you made an appointment for at three o'clock in the afternoon, has arrived in the lobby on the first floor."

The man gave the woman a puzzled look, "Who is this?"

"Remember that guy from Wall Street I told you about yesterday? That's him."

The woman stood up and walked to the desk.

"Didn't you say that man was called 'Greyson'?" the man asked with a frown.

"I said the first name 'Greyson'! Not the last name 'Grayson'!"

The woman walked to the desk, turned her head and gave the man a helpless look, then turned her head away, pressed the call button on the landline and said, "Ask him to come in... Besides, two cups of coffee are enough."

"Okay, ma'am."

After getting a polite reply from the front desk secretary, the woman turned around and said to the man: "Greyson Panetta (Greyson Panetta), an Italian-American. I tried his intentions, but the result was not very good. As far as I can judge, he has a strong background, so you might as well meet... I'm going to the bank in the afternoon, so I won't accompany him."

The woman picked up the coat she had put on the sofa, and then picked up the document she had thrown on the table before, and bared her snow-white teeth cutely at the man.

"K-O!"

The mobile phone in the man's hand just happened to send out a loud reminder. He put down the mobile phone, rubbed his sore neck with his hands, and said with a chuckle, "I heard that recently, someone on Wall Street picked up for me in private. A nickname?"

"Hmm~" There was a faint nasal voice in the woman's nasal cavity, "I've heard it too, it seems to be called...'Lion Heart (Lion Heart)'?"

"This nickname sounds pretty good. It just so happens that you guys want to redesign a company logo recently? How about using a lion for the background?"

The woman looked at him strangely, and said, "As far as I know, the Lionheart King in history didn't have a very good reputation."

"Such a nickname is valuable, isn't it? It is also a kind of power that can make people afraid. This kind of power can make unrelated little people wink, save a lot of unnecessary trouble, and attract more people of the same level." People came over, although I don’t know whether these people have good intentions or hostility in their hearts.”

The man smiled, clapped his hands and stood up, turned his head to look at the closed door of the office.Seeing the situation, the woman couldn't help following his line of sight, and looked over with him.

"Like now... I really want to know what this Mr. Greyson, who claims to be from Wall Street, wants to find me, a guy who is not well-known now. You know, I just want to hide from someone in Wall Street Some people came back to San Francisco specially..."

There was a light knock on the door.

"Sir, ma'am, Mr. Panetta is here."

The woman bid farewell to the man: "I'll go first."

"Ah."

While sending the woman out, the man also saw a rather rich middle-aged white man being invited in by a front desk secretary of the company. The other party's facial features were sharp and his features were obviously Italian.

"Woo!"

However, before the man could invite the middle-aged man named Greyson to sit down, another white young man burst into the office door. A person.

"'The Black Sea' happened again! This time over in Thailand—"

Halfway through the speech, the young Caucasian man suddenly noticed that there were outsiders in the office, and quickly shut his mouth.

The middle-aged man named Greyson first squinted his eyes without a trace, and then, before he could recover himself, he suddenly saw the man who was quite friendly when he shook hands and met and turned his head to look at own.

"Mr. Panetta...it seems very unfortunate, we should make an appointment another day."

Greyson was startled when he heard the words, and was about to say something, but his eyes met the man's eyes, his heart froze, and he subconsciously shut his mouth firmly.

Those were a pair of eyes full of biting chill, like a ferocious lion exuding a dangerous aura.

This made him think of the nickname that the man in front of him was given not long ago almost immediately.

He had an illusion that if he dared to show the slightest unwillingness at this time, this young man who was said to be in his early 20s this year would never mind being pushed out roughly.

You know, during the monstrous wave that almost swept across the world on Wall Street last year, this young man devoured many "old-timers" who were old enough to be his grandfather without changing his face...

Right now, there's only one question on Greyson's mind.

What is "Black Ocean"?
(End of this chapter)