Of course, not all the money earned can be shared; some must be set aside to develop the next game.

In fact, Gao Yan didn't care how much money he could get.

He owns 50% of the company's shares, so the system recognizes that the company belongs to him, and he can get eight times the return for every game sold.

If this game can really sell 1.5 million copies, then the system rebates alone will amount to more than 200 million.

About forty minutes later.

The Mercedes arrived at the Bulgari Hotel.

The driver got out of the car first and opened the door for Gao Yan and the others.

"Uncle, you've worked hard today, please accept this red envelope!"

Gao Yan took out a red envelope and stuffed it into the driver's hand.

The driver was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need, Mr. Gao, this is my job, the company pays us a salary!"

"The company belongs to the company, and what I'm giving is what I'm giving. Take it!"

The driver tried to refuse, but Zhuo Jiangyue helped persuade him, and he finally accepted the money. However, he expressed his sincere gratitude to Gao Yan and the other person.

As the driver watched Gao Yan and his two companions enter the hotel, he felt a warm glow inside, thinking that this young Mr. Gao was exceptionally good at interpersonal relationships.

The three entered the hotel and took a private elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Upon entering the room and turning on the lights, Zheng Xiaoyu was immediately struck by the luxurious furnishings and amenities.

"Gao Yan, Jiang Yue, may I take a picture?"

"I've regained my senses," Zheng Xiaoyu asked.

"Of course, feel free to take pictures!"

"Thank you, then I won't be polite!"

Then Zheng Xiaoyu took out her phone and started snapping pictures of the room and herself.

Gao Yan then said to Zhuo Jiangyue, "Are you very tired? I heard that the hotel has a spa treatment program. I heard that you will feel very relaxed after the treatment. Do you want to try it?"