"The sour chicken upstairs has finished its appraisal. If you can't eat grapes, you say they're sour, right?"

"I have to speak for myself on this. Thanks for the invitation. I just took off my helmet and it was so cool. I really don't want to come out. It's like traveling through time. Everything I see, hear, smell, and touch is incredibly real! Although it's not exactly the same, it's still scary! It's a pity I didn't taste it. I failed miserably at refining the pill. It's inedible. It tastes like a lump of charcoal..."

This was just after the launch event experience ended. As soon as the news about the subsequent price and community host came out, it directly dominated the hot searches, and four of the top five were about Galaxy Generation 1.

The debate on the Internet is getting more and more lively. Those who insist that it is a fake and those who think it is real are fighting fiercely, while those who have actually experienced it are silently sharing their feelings and congratulating themselves for persevering.

However, Du Hongzhe, who was standing on the stage, didn't know about this yet. He just waited for everyone to watch the community demonstration video before announcing the initial shipment quantity and the specific purchase time.

After completing all the procedures, Du Hongzhe was too lazy to say any more nonsense. He ignored the group of media who were still complaining about the small amount of goods and ended the press conference neatly.

After walking off the stage, Du Hongzhe finally breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to loosen his tight tie.

Although four years have passed, I am just a game developer after all. I can do this kind of work, but I really don't want to do it a second time. I'd better let Huo Cailiang do it.

Thinking of Huo Cailiang, Du Hongzhe paused, not knowing what was going on between them.

The two people mentioned by Du Hongzhe were currently in a seemingly ordinary office building in the central area of ​​the capital. The only thing that made the office building mysterious was the soldiers standing guard at the door.

Zhao Mei and Huo Cailiang sat upright on a black leather sofa with a high texture but simple design.

In front of me were three middle-aged men in modified suits who looked very imposing and were mostly only seen on the news.

The two men looked at each other and started the battlefield on their own side.

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